Blood of the Virgin Witch

Blood of the Virgin Witch

All Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling and those with whom she has agreed contracts. This story is being written for practice not profit.

Solving the Problem.

“Why me Miss Granger?” said Professor Snape wearily.

“You were on the list Professor. In fact you were at the top of it.”

“We were all on the list. Molly even put herself and Professor McGonagall on the list. Why do you have to be the first eighteen year old virgin in the history of Hogwarts? Haven’t I enough to worry about to be going on with?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realise you had been forced to sign up. Professor McGonagall said that I just had to contact one of the people on the list and it could all be over and done with in the night. I know I’m too much of a risk to be allowed to continue as I am.”

“Wouldn’t you rather have someone nearer your own age? I thought you and Ron Weasley were close.”

“We are close. The thing is he wants the friendship to be something more and I don’I loI love him like a brother. It’s the same with Harry. However much you love your brother you don’t want to do those things with him.”

“I’m surprised you are so coy, Miss Granger. I expected to be subjected to an avalanche of textbook terms for sexual acts.”

“I do know the words… At any rate I know some of them.”

“If not Potter or Weasley, why not one of the others?”

“I couldn’t deal with the idea of another woman. Professor Dumbledore feels like a grandparent. Ron wouldn’t be able to cope if I chose his brother or father over him. I’ve hardly even spoken to Shacklebolt and I don’t think Professor Lupin would be of much use to me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think he has other inclinations and he’ll transform tonight anyway. That leaves you. From what I’ve read about Death Eater revels I thought you might have the experience to enable you to perform when you need whenwhen you wouldn’t necessarily choose to. Anyway it’s in your interest for me to go through with this.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Your Dark Lord won’t be very happy with you if he learns that you’ve allowed me to slip out of your grasp. It might mean you can’t go back to him and we need you to. The Order depends on you.”

“There is reason behind what you say,” he admitted grudgingly.

“I had another thought as well.”

“And that is?”

“You could tell me about the potion.”

“Why do you want me to do that?”

“Because it’s a full moon tonight. If you thought it was the right thing to do, you could take my blood and mix the potion for Harry. If it really does strengthen a wizard’s power it might help Harry when the time comes.”

Hermione was amazed to see his face change. In a split second he went from sour and grumpy to euphoric. He threw back his head and let out a laugh, which could almost be described as a giggle. She backed away nervously having never even seen him so much as smile before. When he got himself under control again he looked at her and noted her unease.

“If I said something stupid, I’m sorry,” she said stiffly.

“I wasn’t laughing at you. I was laughing at the rest of us. I was convinced that you couldn’t be a virgin,ch ich is why I allowed myself to go on the list and the others were so concerned about putting paid to your virginity that none of us appreciated that you could give us the potion he wants for our own use. Come on. Let’s go and break it to the headmaster.”

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“And you are certain the potion will have no negative affects on Harry?” asked the headmaster.

“It will only magnify what is already there. It cannot be called “Dark” in any way because Hermione is a willing donor. If he overuses his power it may affect his physical health but no more so than without it. It would significantly improve his chances of triumph over the Dark Lord. I believe Hermione has dropped thy toy to victory in our lap.”

“You are willing to do this Hermione?”

“Yes. It was my idea.”

“Do you need my assistance?”

“I think it would be best if Hermione and I were alone. There is an element of ritual to the blood harvesting and I think she will find it easier without an audience. After we have completed the potion I will do what is necessary to resolve her situation.”

“And this is all right with you Hermione?”

“We have talked about it. I issued the invitation.”

“Well done Hermione. I am proud of you. Harry could not have found a truer friend.”

“Always comes back to Potter in the end,” observed Severus with irritation. “Hermione, come to me at dusk. We will have much to do. We will be in the lab and then in my quarters afterwards. Headmaster, I will not tolerate any interruptions.”

“I will see to it that your Slytherins are looked after Severus, as long as you are taking care of Miss Granger.”

“That’s I r I require.”


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Later that day in the lab Severus locked and warded the door and set about preparing ingredients for the potion. He pushed a piece of parchment towards her.

“That is a recipe for the potion. If you could select the ingredients from the store for me I will set up the cauldron. Use my store rather than the student stock. When we get to the point for the blood to be added I will perform the ritual and bleed you directly into the cauldron. I would recommend you find the first aid supplies to stop your bleeding while I add the finishing touches. There is a copy of the harvesting ritual in my cloak pocket.”

He gestured to his cloak hanging on the storeroom door.

“I suggest you read it through so you understand exactly what you have agreed to. If you experience reluctance during the ritual it will taint the nature of the potion. The Dark Lord would not shrink from imbibing a dark potion but we do not want to expose young Potter to one.”

“I understand.”

Hermione busied herself with locating the ingredients for the potion. When she had done that she retrieved the directions for the ritual and began to read through them.

Meanwhile Professor Snape busied himself with putting a cauldron on the heat and expertly preparing the ingredients as they were supplied.

Hermione kept finding her attention wandering away from the parchment to look at her Professor. He tot totally absorbed in his work, stooping over a marble chopping slab with his long black hair falling over his face. His knife moved with precision as he shredded the herbs, to make the basic infusion, to which he would add the blood. Her blood! He was going to cut her open to bleed! She went cold for a moment and tried to focus on the ritual again. She was interrupted by Severus’ voice, gentler than she had heard it before.

“This needs to simmer for fifteen minutes now. I think you should use this time to disrobe so you are relaxed when the moment comes.”

“I have to undress?”

“Yes Miss Granger. For the purposes of this spell you are a female offering and females offer themselves unclothed.”

“Completely unclothed?”

“Completely. Come Miss Granger. It is a little late in the day for you to be showing signs of modesty. We have found ourselves in this position because you have invited me to debauch you this evening. Have you changed your mind? Should I make a report to Dumbledore?”

“No!” she said, shaking her head. “I can do this. It’s the best thing to do. I know it is. I’ve just never undressed in front of a man before.”

“Would it make it easier if I undressed too? I am not intent on damaging you tonight. If I can make it less traumatic I will. My state of dress has no bearing on the Potion.”

“No. I can’t see that that would help,” she said in panic. “May I use your store as a changing room?”

“You may. Wear your outer robe as a dressing gown. You will only need to be fully naked for a few moments. You can put it on quickly afterwards.”

“Thank-you,” she said and scurried off to the walk-in cupboard to remove her clothes.

Meanwhile Snape used his wand to re-position a large marble-topped workbench so it formed a T-shape with the ordinary bench he was working at. He walked over to a small wall mounted cupboard. He needed to disarm a number of complex wards to open it. When he had done so, he carefully removed an artefact wrapped in an aged piece of gold velvet. He turned to lay it down on the table and realised that Hermione had sidled out of the cupboard and was watching him, with her robe clutched tightly around her.

“You’ll need to take your hair down,” he said quietly. “You cannot wear anything in that either. If you have any jewellery on, please remove that as well.”

Hermione sat down carefully on a stool and began to pull out her hairgrips.

“I take it that’s where I have to lie?”

“It is to be used as the altar. As far as I can tell, it has not been used for any dubious purposes in the past. I have never used this room to practice any Dark Arts. This parcel contains the knife I will use on you. It is a very ancient one. It belongs to Hogwarts and was used to spill the blood of the founders on the foundation stone when the castle was built. It has only been used to take blood from willing participants.”

“Is it used a lot?”

“Not in recent years. I have never used it. There are a number of protective spells requiring ordinary vn bln blood and past headmasters have used them with child volunteers. Today bloodshed is so associated with dark magicks that any spell requiring it is shunned. The Headmaster would not allow us to do this if the situation were not so desperate.”

“This spell isn’t wrong is it?”

“I don’t think so. You are giving a gift to a friend. This gift will enable him to save us from the tyranny of Voldemort. You will receive no lasting harm and he will suffer no ill effects. I am doing everything I can to ensure that the potion is as pure as it can be.”

“May I see the knife?”

“Of course.”

He unwrapped the knife and laid it on the cloth in front of her. She swallowed visibly.

“It’s a big knife.”

“It didn’t need to be. It probably appealed to Gryffindor’s sense of the dramatic. I’m using it on you because I feel it would dishonour your purity to use something I might tomorrow use to gut a frog. The cut I make will not be large. I’m going to catch you in the crook of your elbow and hold it over the cauldron. When I am sure you have contributed the right amount I will leave you to stem the bleeding for a moment while I add the finishing touches. When the potion is complete I can use magic to heal your cut and then deliver the potion to the Headmaster. Potter must drink it within the hour. I expect he will be there when I take it up. While I do that you will go to my quarters and eat a light meal to restore your strength. I will return to you later to conclude our business.”

“I don’t know where your rooms are.”

“I will let you in. They can be accessed from my store. The back wall is not fixed. It’s almost time for you to take your position. You need to lie with your feet stretched towards the corners and your arms raised above your head. As you are a willing donor it will not be necessary for me to tie you down but even a free offering must be given in humility. Have you committed the rite to memory?”

“Yes,”

“I will turn my back while you arrange yourself. I will not look at you or touch you more than necessary during this ceremony. It may help if you try to think of it as a medical procedure.”

He turned his back and waited as Hermione dropped her robe to the floor and clambered up on to the marble table. She arranged herself carefully as he ins instructed.

“I’m ready sir,” she said nervously.

He turned to face her. It was all he could do to tear his eyes away from her body. He had forgotten how flawless a woman of that age could be. She was not overly skinny as she had been as a child and her body had rounded out gently. Looking at her face alone she was no notable beauty, but seen as a whole in this way, she was intoxicating. For the first time Severus had an inkling that his night’s work might be its own reward.

He moved behind her head and touched her raised arm with one finger. She jumped up as if stung.

“The posture is correct Miss Granger,” he said with an effort. “However you are too tense. You need to relax. Remember you are offering yourself to the magic and the magic is not your enemy. Think about how you might be saving Harry… Think about how safe Muggle-born children will be in the future… You are the key here. I am merely serving your desire to see the potion brewed.”

She was lulled by his words and he could see the tension draining out of her. She began to close her eyes.

“Try to keep your eyes open,” he prompted. “To maintain your intention you have to bere ore of what’s happening. Are you ready to begin?”

She nodded rapidly. He picked up the knife and asked,

“Woman! Why do you humble yourself in this fashion?”

“I wish to use the power I have within to fortify another.”

“What is the nature of your power woman?”

“I am a full grown witch and still a virgin.”

“How shall I help you?”

“Take my blood.”

“This is the knife. Prove to me that this is your own will and that I commit no crime against the power we are blessed with.”

He held the knife where she could see it. She moved her hand to grasp his wrist. He gave her control of his hand and she brought it down to her face. She tentatively kissed the flat of the blade and afterwards kissed his hand at the base of his thumb.

When she released him he drew away carefully and moved back to examine her arm. He rubbed it gently and carefully made the incision. The blood began to run down onto the table and he helped her to raise herself so that it could run into the cauldron. Hermione watched the blood flow away dazedly. She was beginning to feel herself grow numb by the time Severus decided that the correct amound bed been added.

He moved her arm and tossed her the pack of gauze. She lay down flat and pressed down on her wound as hard as she could. Severus rapidly added the last few items and removed it from the heat.

After a few moments Hermione looked at him. He was gazing into the cauldron. She couldn’t read his expression.

“Did it work?” she asked.

“Come and look,” he said, extending his hand towards her. She grasped it and slid down off the bench. He pulled her to stand in front of him so she had an unobstructed view. She glanced down into the cauldron. It was full of a beautiful golden liquid that seemed to have a life of its own.

“Is it what you expected?” she asked.

“More than,” he answered simply. “I think it’s as perfect as it could possibly be. I doubt Merlin himself managed to create a brew of this quality. I don’t say that out of arrogance. The potion is not incredibly complex. The perfection lies in the quality of the principal component.”

Hermione was suddenly aware of her nudity as she felt her Professor’s woollen clothing pressed against her bare skin.

“So we did it?”

“You appear to have achieved the impossible,” he said wryly. “Typical bloody Gryffindor!”

She couldn’t judge his expression by his voice so she twisted to face him. At first that seemed to be a mistake as she was now wedged between him and the bench and his clothes were now rubbing against the sensitive skin of her breasts. When she looked into his face he was smiling. Blushing she returned the smile and he bent down, on impulse, to kiss her.

The kiss was, to outward appearances, nothing more then the kind of kiss Hermione had shared with Viktor and Ron in the past. However in this case appearances meant nothing. Hermione knew that if she had kissed this man back in fourth year she would never have stayed a virgin until now. So this was what all the fuss was about and the man who could cause these feelings was the austere, harsh Potions Master. He pulled away.

“You’re shaking,” he said. “Let’s tend to your wound and sort out the potion. It will begin to degrade after an hour. After that I will come to you… if I am still the one you have chosen.”

Hermione could hear the self-doubt in his words. She reached up and touched his cheek.

“I see no reason to change my mind.”


A/N

I promise to try and find the porn soon.

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