A Tale of Two Wizards

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A/N Check out my HG/TR one entitled Riddle Her This.

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A Hard Choice To Make

Hermione was forced to stay under the same roof for at least a month. Lord Voldemort wanted to keep an eye on her, if she played her cards right, she could be more valuable than anyone else he knew. Merlins last ancestress and best friend of Harry Potter was a prize to be sure. The fact that she was also pregnant was a bonus. Who knows, he mused, if Snape is the father then perhaps, he, Lord Voldemort, could be magnanimous enough to forgive the traitor. After all, his seed would have continued the line of a most respected Wizard, a Wizard that even the Dark Lord respected from history, despite his muggle loving ways.

Hermione went through the usual beginnings of pregnancy; she had morning sickness, and bizarrely enough slight diarrhoea. She had a spy Medi-Witch look over her and confirmed that she was two months pregnant, but she was still not in the safe zone. Hermione groaned. She felt her stomach to see if she could feel any traces of life in her womb, and a deep feeling of love swelled over her child. She was edging towards the three-month mark when she confronted Lucius.

“Don’t you think we should arrange a meeting with Severus now?” She asked.

Lucius looked up from the Daily Prophet and snarled.

“He’s probably already worked it out.”

“All the same I’d like to tell him,” she said.

Lucius looked at her. She had already started to bloom; presenting her to Severus now would only be tempting to the other man. She had a glow about her that Narcissa certainly didn’t contain when she was pregnant with Draco.

“Why, Hermione?”

“Unless you haven’t been paying attention, Lucius, it could be HIS child as well. With that in mind he deserves to know.”

Lucius growled slightly, as if he needed to be reminded of that fact. He wanted this child, his or not.

“Oh, very well, but you are to keep five feet away from him, or the opposite side of the room if needs be,” he said. “Use Emerik.”

She kissed Lucius on the cheek.

“Thank you,” she said.

Lucius fidgeted in his seat, not looking forward to this meeting at all. He hated Severus now, he really HATED Severus. He scoffed, how could this charming, bright, beautiful woman let herself be taken by that grease-ball? And how can he still affect her? What was Snape’s secret? And how could the Pupil be better than the Master?

She came back smiling. She was impatient for a reply, but she kept herself occupied by walking towards the bookshelf.

“What have you picked up there?” He asked her in an effort to keep things civil.

“Oh, um, a book on Potions theories. It’s one I read a few years ago, I just wanted to read it again.”

Lucius let his perfect face be roughened by a scowl.

“Why do you like Potions so much, Hermione?” He asked irritably.

“Why do you like the Dark Arts so much?” Hermione snapped back.

Her pregnancy also made her moody. He actually preferred sarcastic, dry Hermione, he was getting fed up of her sweet temper, as he wanted to experiment with her, and for that she needed to grow up. She was still an innocent in so many ways. Hmm, perhaps he should ease her into bondage. Oh yes, leather and straps. He remembered hearing a few muggleborn kids singing a song a decade or so ago, and the lyrics stuck inside his head… ‘Black Lace on sweat,’ definitely. He’d have her the way he wanted her next time. He was fed up of being the gentle seducer, been there, done that.

She sighed, as she read a theory concerning a cure all potion for muggle diseases, such as cancer, she wished that were so. She would have loved that ten years ago when her grandmother died of the illness. She was just about to flip the next page when a shadow fell across it. She looked up and Lucius stood tall over her, dark, and menacing.

“Come with me, Hermione,” he said. He didn’t even give her a chance to defy him. He snapped the book shut and picked her up.

“What are you doing?” She demanded.

“I am going to educate you about the sort of things I like, Hermione, we’ve done it your way enough, there are other ways to enjoy a,” he paused and looked at with a dark manic glint in his eyes, Hermione did not like it, “copulation.”

Her eyes widened.

“No, Lucius, please, not today,” he didn’t stop. “Can’t we just talk about this?”

“Why? It’ll only end up with my getting my own way after all. I am a Malfoy, Hermione. You’ve been lucky, most women get the Malfoy treatment after the second time. My patience has reached the end of its tether, and I want you in manacles, and now.”

He pulled her down the dungeon; she felt a fleeting sense of hopelessness. She knew he was right. The Malfoy treatment? Was this some kind of game or something because it weren’t funny!

“For your information the first time Severus and I did it I was in chains, all right, so they were easy to move in and were long, but I didn’t like it,” she said.

“Severus never really got the hang of bondage,” Lucius said. “More likely, he never got used to having someone in chains, always preferring to be the one manacled.”

Hermione’s treacherous mind had a vision of Severus naked on the bed, his ankles and hands tied to the bedposts, and with her yielding a whip and wearing a black silk corset, black stockings, and suspenders, no knickers, and knee high black leather boots. A part of her didn’t mind that – she smiled naughtily at her vision.

Her daydream was abruptly cut short by her being shoved onto a wall. Lucius made quick work of handcuffing her to the wall. He stepped back to admire her.

“This isn’t funny,” she said.

“Oh, come on, darling, you’ll get used to it,” he purred, as he stroked her face. He leaned in and kissed her harshly on the mouth. He dominated her tongue with his, and the more she wriggled, and squirmed; the more he dominated her. He roughly put his hands on her breasts.

“But, Lucius, this might harm the baby,” Hermione whimpered.

“Then stop bloody fidgeting and relax more, trust me you’ll like this!” Lucius slammed her against the wall, and then hitched her legs over his waist. As soon as she felt his member pulsing against her knickers, her body betrayed the last vestiges of sanity she had. Her mind might hate this, but her body certainly didn’t.

Lucius felt his crotch get wet with her sex, and smiled, as he looked down and saw the damp patch on the front of his grey hose.

“Please, Lucius,” she moaned. “Please, let me go.”

“But your body is enjoying this, my dear,” he whispered in her ear, as he wiped aside some of her hair. “So, why don’t you just shut down your mind and let your body take over, we all have some primal, animalistic nature. Let yours go, you’re a Gryffindor for crying out loud, (no doubt you will soon enough!) A lioness, and they are not submissive creatures are they? No, they fight back. Come on, Hermione, show me that you can ROAR!”

He deliberately bit down on her neck, and she screamed. It was a start of course, but not quite good enough. She could scream louder than that if he made sure she did. He then stood back a bit, and saw her expression; her expression had certainly got wilder. Her bushy hair was now especially fitting in the way she sparked anger at him. That’s more like it, he mused, at least she got the expression right. She snarled.

“That’s it my sweet,” he said, as he flicked his wand lazily at her, divesting her of her clothes, he cocked his head arrogantly. “Get into the spirit of the thing.” He then handed her his wand. “Now, make me naked woman!” He commanded.

“Are you sure you trust me to do that?” She snapped.

He smirked. She did look uncontrollable, and that is what he liked, he wanted her uncontrollable at first, as it made it the more pleasurable when she would succumb to his will.

Soon, man and woman were both naked in the cold, lonely, but highly charged cell. Electricity burnt, and fizzed between them, both wanted to dominate the other in this entertaining game. Lucius prowled up to the angry, volatile, yet unarmed woman. He knew this immediately gave him the upper hand – and that is not the only thing that is UP at the moment.

“Sticks and stones may break my bones,” Lucius said wickedly. “But whips and chains excite me!”

Hermione looked up in amazement. He walked towards a cabinet and brought out a cat-o-nine tails. He slipped it through his hand and tenderly stroked the ends.

“Hmm,” he mused. “One of my favourite muggle expressions is six of the best!”

Hermione closed her eyes. Severus? Where was Severus when she needed him the most? Why didn’t she listen to him? Severus knew that Lucius was like this, he probably even tried to warn her, but she fell for the slippery eel like charm of Lucius Malfoy. He lashed her on her left leg with three even, well aimed strokes that ran in red parallel lines down her outer thigh. He then walked over to the other side. He repeated the performance. She screamed, yelped, and cried in agony.

Although her mind screamed with the pain and nastiness of the situation, her body was telling a different story. Oh gods, oh Merlin, oh…

“YES!” She screamed in ecstasy when the last lash had hit her.

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

Severus was staying at the Burrow, and had plenty of visitors to make the time go imperceptibly slower. And now one of the elder boys had come home for a while. He remembered the boy. He was not much better at Potions than most of his siblings. And just as disruptive. Charlie was out for a walk at the moment though.

“Oh, come on, Harry,” Ginny said. “Charlie hasn’t got a girlfriend and Luna hasn’t got a boyfriend.”

“So,” Harry pointed out wearily. “That doesn’t make for good compatibility, Ginny.”

“Oh, come on, try for me please?” Ginny begged. “Besides it’ll do them both good, they’re both as weird as the other.”

“What if they don’t want to have a boyfriend or girlfriend right now, Ginny?”

“That’s what we have to make them realise,” Ginny said. “Look, I’ve failed in securing Hermione as a sister-in-law, and I’ll be damned if I have to always put up with Phlegm, I need someone interesting. If only to keep my sanity! Please Harry?”

Snape could not believe the youngest Miss Weasley. A miniature Lily, perhaps slightly more stubborn, if ever there was one.

“Ginny, let them alone,” Harry said.

“Fine, if you don’t want to help I’ll just go it alone.”

Harry was just about to protest when Charlie came back in the house, dripping wet from the weather, and carrying a bundle.

“Speak of the devil,” Severus muttered. He walked up to Charles Weasley, and peered inside the bundle. It was Miss Lovegood. “What happened?” He asked the young man.

“I don’t know I found her on the hill she was shivering, and alone. I walked up and realised whom it was straight away. The Burrow was nearer.”

Luna had her eyes closed. Molly had taken decisive action, and took the girl upstairs.

“Her father had better be informed Charlie,” she stated simply. “Perhaps you ought to do that?”

Charlie nodded weakly and grabbed some floo powder.

“Mr Lovegood,” he said. Immediately, a worried face came the other side of the fireplace.

“I can’t talk to you right now I’m just out to look for my daughter. Charlie isn’t it?”

Charles nodded.

“We’ve got your daughter. I rescued her,” Charlie said. “She’s being looked after by my mother. Don’t worry your daughter will be fine.”

Mr Lovegood had the same goggly eyes that his daughter had, he was also a thin, stressed out looking man. He wiped his brow.

“Well, then, thank you, Charlie. I’ll apparate over if you don’t mind.”

Charlie nodded.

Molly came downstairs looking worried, and she was worrying her lower lip, Severus was sharply reminded of Hermione, and a stab went through his heart.

“She keeps calling out for her mother,” she said in a tragic tone of voice.

“Then where does she live?” I asked.

“She doesn’t live,” Harry said with a hint of sadness in his voice, too. “She died when Luna was just nine years old, an accident with Potions.” He glared a little at Severus, as if he were to blame for that.

Ginny choked up at that, and even Severus felt for the young girl, no wonder she was always nervous around cauldrons, and more nervous of him than any other student he had come across. He choked too.

“Poor thing,” Charles muttered. “Don’t worry, mum I’ll go and keep her company.”

Ginny winked at Harry and Harry put his head in his hands. He was thinking that Luna might prefer Ron to Charles. She acted like she had a crush on him in the fifth year.

Ron was upstairs – he still hadn’t got over the fact that Hermione, HIS Hermione, had dumped him in favour of a greasy git and a blonde haired nitwit, both from Slytherin and both wearing the symbol of pure evil. He had heard someone coming up the stairs and opened the door.

“Hello,” Charlie said. “Wondered when you were going to show your face.”

“Shut up!” Ron snapped. His voice was cracked with the amount of tears he’d shed. His eyes were puffy and swollen.

“You know Luna?” Charlie asked.

“Yeah,” Ron sniffed.

“She’s here, and she’s sick. Do you want to help me keep her company?”

Ron looked at his older brother.

“Suppose,” he mumbled. “I got nothing better to do.”

“Well, it’ll give you something better to do than mope around for a girl that don’t like you.”

“Keep her out of this you don’t even know Hermione. She did want me before those slimeballs got their hands on her.”

“Look, there are plenty more fish in the sea,” Charlie said slapping his younger brother on the back. “Like this Luna for instance.”

Ron gave his brother a peculiar look.

“Loony Lovegood?” He scoffed.

Charlie thwacked Ron round the head for that one.

“Be nice to her, Ron,” he said in absolute older brother tones.

***********

Severus was reading a periodical on Potions when an Owl he knew all too well had arrived with a note in his beak. It swooped into the kitchen and landed on Severus shoulder dropping a letter in the man’s lap. The owl stayed on Severus shoulder; obviously the Owl was waiting for a reply.

“Dear Severus

I have a few things I need to tell you – Lucius has said that we could arrange to meet. He will be there; too, to make sure nothing untoward will happen. Please reply at the bottom of this parchment, as I need to know straight away, when and where that would be convenient.

Hermione.”

Severus looked at the letter and then at Harry.

“Shrieking Shack,” the older man stated. “Tomorrow. You’ll come too, I should imagine.”

Ginny looked up hopefully.

“No,” Harry said. “This will be just Severus and I.”

Ginny pouted.

“He’s right young lady you’ve been through enough,” Molly said. “You’re staying here where I can keep an eye on you.”

“But -!”

“No, Ginny.”

“But, mum, I was almost killed by Riddle because of Malfoy I want some revenge on the bastard.”

Good point, Severus thought, and who was he to begrudge the young woman a small spot of revenge.

“It’s precisely to do with that, that I don’t want you out of my sight!” Molly snapped.

“I’ll watch them Molly,” Severus said smoothly. “The young woman might be useful and Hermione might need some female support.”

Molly narrowed her eyes at Severus suggestion.

“If anything happens to either of them Severus Snape I’ll show you uses with a knitting needle that you would even cringe at!” She exclaimed harshly, as she waved her knitting needles threateningly.

Severus gulped and wriggled uncomfortably in his seat. Harry and Ginny both sniggered at the idea of the fiercesome Potions Master being put in his place by a knitting needle.

Charlie and Ron came downstairs.

“What’s going on?” Ron asked.

“Hermione wants to meet, and I want it to be at the Shrieking Shack,” Severus said trying not so successfully to avoid Molly’s malevolent glare.

“Count me in,” Ron said. “And Ginny…”

“She’s coming,” Severus said.

“Whose sister is she?” Ron demanded.

“Whose choice is it?” Severus countered back.

Ginny giggled and the memory of him on top of her had entered her mind, imagine if it had gone just that little bit further? Would she have minded? Suddenly, she could understand Hermione’s attraction to him.

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

Lucius let Hermione out of the chains after he was sated, and she whipped. They were both sweating and bleeding. Gods! Her nails were sharp, as were her teeth.

“Lucius,” she panted.

“Yes, my love?”

“Never again!” She exclaimed.

He smirked wickedly.

“You will now you’ve sampled the possibilities. You will want it again.”

“With you in chains!” She exclaimed.

“Oh trying to be the dominant one still? Perhaps you do need a bit more whip, hmm?” Hermione gulped and looked down on the floor. “That is what I thought.”

He dressed himself, and then he decided to lead Hermione up the stairs and back to the main part of the Mansion, wearing nothing but a cloak. There was some unfinished business to attend to in the bedroom. She’d played her role to perfection, and as a reward he was going to be gentle with her. Keep her off balance. Make her realise that HE came first.

As soon as they were up the stairs, Emerik flew in, and deposited a letter disdainfully at Hermione’s feet, as if her friends didn’t impress him.

“Hermione

Will meet at Shrieking Shack tomorrow at 9:20am. I want to get this done as early as possible.

Severus.”

Lucius read the note over her shoulder and nodded. Emerik fluttered away knowing there was no response required.

“It is now 5 o’clock. We have approximately 14 hours between now and then,” Lucius purred in her ear. She shut her eyes. He didn’t want more did he?

“Lucius, please, can’t I relax first?” she asked.

“Don’t you feel energised my love?”

Hermione did, that was the problem, she did feel energised, but she didn’t think she could cope with another violent lovemaking session like that.

“All right,” she said. “But, gently I am still sore.”

“I promise to stroke you gently like a cat,” Lucius murmured. To prove it he ran his fingers up and down her sides making her quiver. The first of many my dear, he thought, once you’re Mrs Malfoy you’d better like those chains because they are going to be your best friends for years to come.

A/N Next update will be the LAST update, on this particular story!