Dance With The Devil

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Hermione woke the next day to find the bed empty. This was not the usual occurrence. She usually woke before him and made a beeline for the bathroom before he hogged it. Oh he was a bathroom hog alright. Not that he was vain…no everyone knew he didn’t care about his looks. He was a shower freak. He loved standing under the hot spray for as long as possible. And although he offered to share his showers with her. Hermione wasn’t comfortable washing and shaving in front of him. So here she was sitting in bed, alone, bathroom empty and wondering where her husband was.

She crawled out of bed, he bottom was a little sore. She decided to poke around his bathroom stores to see if he had any healing potions. When she walked into the bathroom she noticed a vile sitting smack in the middle of the counter. She picked it up, it was a topical healing potion that was to be added, like bubbles, to a bath.

She smiled. It made her feel nice to know that although her husband liked punishing her bottom he was going to heal it too. She ran her bath, with the potion, and settled down into it.

She started to think about Severus and their new marriage. So far there hadn’t been any real fights or problems. She suspected that this was due to the fact that they were the same in many ways. They both enjoyed their time away form each other, doing their own projects. But they also both enjoyed talking about those projects and bouncing ideas off of each other. They both had a high respect for intelligence and each others intelligence. They had come to an understanding about her friends. As long as they weren’t annoying him or disrespecting his privacy then he would be polite and not sarcastic.

She was much more comfortable in their relationship. When she first arrived she felt like a stranger. Tibby was still taking tea with Hermione. She had made her feel more comfortable by telling her about the house and a little bit about Severus. Severus…She thought. They had quite the sex life. The man was an animal. He loved fucking her. Tibby had told her that He had never brought any other women home to meet. Nor did she have any recollection of him being with any other ladies recently. Hermione knew that the Death Eaters had very active sex lives. Before she was married she would have found it hard to picture Severus participating in any of the Dark Revels. But now…now she could picture him with other female Death Eaters or kidnapped muggles.

She didn’t want to think about what he did to them. She knew that rape, torture and murder happened. She didn’t want to think that her husband was capable of committing those acts. She knew he had been a very different person a long time ago. He had to have joined Voldemort for a reason. She knew he hadn’t turned spy for the order until after Harry’s parents had been killed.

Hermione had done some research on Death Eaters. After he had told her in the study that he was a Death Eater after she had said he used to be one, she had her curiosity peaked. There wasn’t very much information on them. Just historical facts about them being connected to Voldemort, the attacks they committed and the attire they wore. She was still sitting deep in thought when the bathroom opened.

Severus entered to find Hermione sitting in the bath. When he entered and began taking off his clothes, Hermione wrinkled up her nose.
“Ew, you stink.” She said to him.
He scowled at her.
“I know, I was fishing, then I cleaned and gutted a few fish. Now I need a bath. My shoulders hurt.”
He proceeded to climb into the tub with her.

“What are you doing!? I don’t want to share with you…I haven’t even washed yet.”
“Well your going to share. I don’t feel like opening another bottle of healing potion for my shoulders.”
Hermione crossed her arms and sat back. She looked down at her arms. She had been thinking about him being a Death Eater. She wanted to know about him. She decided, since he did look so relaxed, that if she wanted to know about it she might as well ask.
She took a deep breath.

“Severus? Can you tell me about being a Death Eater?” There she had said it. Now she waited for the explosion.
His eyes snapped open and he looked at her, then he looked down at the mark on his arm.
“I know you don’t really want to know. You just being a know-it-all.”
“No please? You’re my husband now. We are married and there is no way to divorce, I would really like to know my husband.”
He looked at her. He knew that this marriage wasn’t the idea that both of them had thought of for the future but they were both trying to make the best out of it.
“Alright Hermione. Where should I begin?”
She knew he wasn’t willing to tell her exactly why he had joined. She knew that was private. But she wanted to know how.

“How does a person become one? Is it the same for everyone?”
“Yes, it is the same every time. You can only be inducted by a referral from another Death Eater. They vouch for you and your loyalty to the cause. If the Dark Lord deems you are worthy then he brings you and the other new recruits to a Dark Revel. There is a lot of alcohol, drugs, blood and sex. But this isn’t the typical revel. Not all of the Death Eaters participate. Only the new recruits. They have to swear a dark oath to the Dark Lord. Then to seal the bargain, they have to kill a muggle-born witch or wizard. The Dark Lord prefers if it is someone you have hatred for so you put on a good show. But you can’t just kill them with the killing curse. You must torture them, you must bleed them and ultimately break them. Then you kill them with a short sword presented to you by the Dark Lord. That is when the urges start. We just call them the urges because we are not really sure what they actually are. I suspect that a part of the Dark Lords power lust and blood lust is imprinted on us. We feel these urges from then on to hurt, maim and kill people. We also have a thirst for power and if we are ever presented with an option to further ourselves, the urges make it hard to resist. The same goes for sex, pain and blood.”

“Is that why you like such rough sex?”
“Hermione, if you thought that the sex we have had is rough then you have severely underestimated me. I can be much more rougher than that. I was just being nice to you. I would still like to dominate you, cause you pain and stimulate you in ways you haven’t thought of. I want to fuck your body in every place and position I can think of. Since you are so young and tempting I find my urges stronger when around you. I want to fuck you harder than any other women I have been with. And knowing that you’re my wife and I have every right to turns me on even more.”

Hermione blushed at his admission.
“How rougher can you be? What’s your favourite thing to do?”
“my favourite thing to do would be to have you in the middle of the bedroom, your arms tied above you. You would be wearing a green or black nightie and blindfold. Then I get to use any which one of my toys on you. And before you ask what kind of toys I use, I like to use a variety of whips, clamps, dildos, butt plugs, ropes, scarves and knives.”

“All on me?”
“In the perfect situation yes. You will find that everything I do to you is with the intention of causing pleasure. All you have to do is let the pleasure come.”

“Uh yeah.” Hermione replied.
“Maybe we could try something now. Nothing harsh. Just a taste for you. I find this conversation has turned on my sexual urges.”
Hermione looked at him. She was turned on too. Although she didn’t want to admit it.
“Ok.”
Severus too the wash cloth and waved his hand at it. It transfigured into a blind fold.
“You can do wandless magic!”
“There is a lot you have to learn about me, Hermione. But now the blind fold.” He said silkily while putting it over her eyes.
He transfigures the razor he saw on the side of the tub into a pair of nipple clamps. He set them aside and started rubbing Hermione all over her body. He pulled her so that she was straddling him. Then he attached the clamps. He heard a sharp intake of breath.
“Ow.” She said.
“Only for a moment.”

He pushed her down onto him. He slowly began to guide her hips up and down, over him. He ran his hands up to her breasts. There he tugged lightly on the clamps.
Hermione felt the pull on her nipples. She couldn’t help the pleasure she felt.
“mmm.” She moaned.
“I do believe you are enjoying this.” He whispered in her ear.
Severus decided to take it up a notch. He began pulling her down with more forced. His hands on her shoulders, forcing her down. His hips moved up to met her.
“Oh gods!” Hermione yowled.
Her back arched as he hit her cervix over and over. She was panting now. He knew she was close to coming. But he wasn’t. He wanted to finish with her. So he moved one of his hands to her breast. He grasped the nipple clamp and twisted. She let out a yelp of pain. This served only to increase the potion master’s pleasure. He slammed his hips up with more force, he could feel his own orgasm approaching. He swiftly pulled the clamps off. The blood rushed back into her nipples. He latched his mouth on to one nipple and sucked.
“Oh severus!!” Hermione groaned as she came. The pleasure in her nipples sent her over the edge. Severus followed her into oblivion.

When they had clamed down, he pulled the blind fold off.
“See that wasn’t so bad was it?”
“No, I actually kind of liked it. It only hurt at first. It was quite a turn on.”
“Hermione, I do believe you are turning into a masochist, quite a compliment to my sadistic tendencies.”

Hermione wasn’t exactly sure she knew what he meant. So she just nodded

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