Bloodbound

Hermione's Memory

Hermione felt a tingle surge through her entire body. She knew he must be thinking about her.


She was sitting in the Great Hall at lunch. She was with Ron and Harry as usual, but it was very different. She used to be able to hug them, or even just sit close enough to be touching. Her new husband didn’t want her touching any male aside from himself or her Muggle father. Severus had been lenient as such, allowing the contact with her father.


She belonged to Severus now, and she must submit to his will whatever it may prove to be. He had allowed her to keep her friends, even Harry, whom she knew he despised more than anyone, but he had lain some rules that had to be followed. The first was the ‘no touch policy’, not specific to Ron and Harry, but to all males aside from the aforementioned. The second, she was under no circumstances ever to be alone with Ronald Weasley.


Snape had delved into her mind and found intimate thoughts involving Ron, even perchance a crush. He knew she could never be physically attracted to Ron again, but the binding had not reserved her heart for Snapes, only the urges of her body. Hermione decided to wait for another signal before thinking hard a question of his intent. Over the last few weeks they had been able to communicate this way, using Legilimency, an art she had almost perfected during her two month stay at Snape Manor.


Severus found it important for her to learn the noble art, if for no other means than for them to communicate. He had grown to love her over that bonding period at Snape Manor, so much so that even though she was originally intended for one of his own sons, Shaman namely, he had decided to take her for himself. He hoped over time she would come to love him as he loved her.


Hermione knew of his love, felt it, and sensed it. She was not sure if she felt the same way for him; yet. What she could not now or ever forget was the sense of calm and relief when he had come to her and informed her of his decision. It was as clear in her mind as crystal, and she knew it always would be with her.


“Hermione,” Snape said, as he entered the nursery where Hermione was tending to Sarah. “I need to speak with you.”


Hermione looked up, fear apparent in her eyes. She was afraid to receive another spanking, and was sure she was probably due some punishment. She had improved greatly over the weeks, obeying with perfection, but there were just some things that she could not get away from her so easily. She had an encounter with Shanair that morning. He was still very sore at her for breaking his nose some few weeks before, and he had been very forceful in grabbing her. She’d had no choice but to submit to him when he’d ordered her to touch him, but she was not entirely gentle, and was sure this was what Severus wanted to speak to her about. She opened her mouth to explain herself, but remembered to penalty for interruptions and closed it, looking at him quizzically.


“This is not about what transpired with Shanair earlier. I dealt with him in a manner I saw fit. He was completely unjustified in asking you to touch him, and you obeyed. It is apparent to me you reacted as you did out of fear and doubt rather than a desire to hurt him and so I am giving you a reprieve, however, do take kindly to remember that I am the patriarch here, and I will administer the consequences, unless your life is in danger, I will not tolerate you harming my sons or any other member of the family….except Zaraus…he is fair game,” Snape snickered, and then wore an expression of slight embarrassment at having forgotten his original objective. He cleared his throat.


“Anyway, I have come to tell you that I have decided which Snape shall take you for his bride, and I wanted you to be the first to know…I have decided to take you as my own wife. “ He searched her mind for a reaction, and she was clearly shocked, because oftentimes she would take a lashing before allowing him to dive into her thoughts; she would place a hand between them, breaking contact. In reading her emotions he could see that she was shocked, slightly confused, and to his amazement, relieved. Hermione saw the look on his face, and he motioned for her to speak.


“I-I uh, I thought for certain you would say Shaman,” she said, looking at him in disbelief. Snape’s slightly downcast look, told her he had misinterpreted her.

“No, no, I mean I am shocked you wanted me for yourself, I always thought you only wanted me for your sons, and I was actually worried you were going to say Shaman, I-” her eyes told him the rest.


He grabbed hold of her and kissed her deeply, his hand searching her hip for the tattoo, the tattoo that marked her as a Snape. Hermione was still a virgin, the chastity spell Severus had placed had seen to that, and she had orgasmed several times over the last weeks, but she never desired such as this. She wanted nothing more than for him to rip her ceremonial gown off her body and make love to her right there. She also knew of his deep lust for blood, and she had accidentally cut her leg that morning in the garden on the rose bushes. She knew she had to stop him or the repercussions could kill them both. She broke away and ran to her room, and Severus stood there, full of heat and passion, ready to take her.


He came to his senses. Making love to her before the wedding could kill him, but he was not sure how much longer he could wait. Hermione felt this last, she was so attuned to his thoughts right now she could have still been in the room. Moments later, Wiggles, the house elf entered her chambers and healed her wound. She could hear Severus’ voice burning in her mind, summoning her. She slowly made her way to the garden where she knew he was waiting for her. Shaman, Shanair, Samuel, and Sebastian were already waiting there as well.


“I have made my decision as to whom Hermione will be wed. I am holding conference here, and I will tell the others by way of owl. My word is final, and any who challenges it will be dealt with most severely.” Hermione looked around at the other men, each of them looking rather satisfied as though they knew they were the chosen ones. “I have decided to take Hermione Jane Snape as my own wife,” Snape said, to which brought disbelief on all the faces present, aside from Sebastian’s and Hermione’s.


The look on Sebastian’s face was pure rage.


“I knew you would take her for your own you selfish bastard!” Sebastian barked. He lunged at Hermione and began to tear her garments off. Hermione was terrified, she began to scream and within seconds, Sebastian was cowering on the floor, contorted in pain. Severus had applied the Cruciatus Curse on his own father to keep him from harming Hermione. That was the moment when Hermione realized that Snape wanted her for more than just her power and her beauty.