What t brt brings

Disclaimer. Nothing is mine all belongs to J.K.Rowling, although I would love to have Severus Snape whether it be just for an hour.

A.N. Hope you liked the first instalment, I know it’s not much but hey, I’m trying! Now on to chapter three.

Chapter three.

“Lord Voldemort is pleased…” he begins,
“You have done well Rookwood…” who, as this is said, bows and moves back into the circle with his fellow Death Eaters.
“Now, who is this girl?” he finishes with a leer at Hermione’s unconscious form.
“Milord…” begin two people at once.
“My, my is she this popular? Lucius Step forward!”
“I thank you milord…” he replies with a bow, passing a sneer at Snape as he renters the fold.
“This is Hermione Granger, a Mudblood who is to enter her seventh year, she…” he starts with excitement.
“She is a friend of Harry Potter, a close friend!”
With a flick of his tongue against his dry lips and a gleam in his red eyes, Lord Voldemort slowly approaches the small ball that is Hermione,
“How delightful, how utterly delightful. This…” he bends and leisurely smoothes her pale cheek,
“Will be Harry Potter’s undoing!” as he says this Hermione begins to awake.
“Ah, my beautiful Mudblood begins to awake!” he addresses the circle with obvious glee on his snake like features.
“Have a nice sleep my dear?” he whispers softly and seductively into her ear.
Hermione slowly opens her eyes, and with dawning recognition gives a startled scream, which is abruptly stopped by a cold and long fingered hand.
“Now, now my dear that is no way to greet you’re host…” as this is being said Hermione struggles backwards only to be stopped by a cloaked pair of legs, who’s owner bodily picks her up with a nod from his master causing a strangled yelp to be issued from her.
“Play nicely little one and you may even get to live.” Says Voldemort as he watches with pleasure. At this point Hermione let’s out an hysterical laugh, and says with fear apparent in every move she makes.
“Sure, l-like I’m going to b-believe that, what do y-you think I am s-stupid?”
“No little one, I do not think you are stupid,” he says with relish.
“But you will live, that is if you survive the ritual!” and with that he walks slowly back to the centre of the circle and speaks.
“My loyal servants, tonight we have a very special ‘guest’, by the name of Hermione Granger, and for a Mudblood I must say that she is remarkably beautiful. Now as Lucius kindly told me, this girl is a close friend of Harry Potter’s…” he says with hatred unmistakable.
“And so I believe the blood ceremony is in Order, to remind him and that old fool Dumbledore that Lord Voldemort always wins!”
There is a murmur of unease that passes through the circle.
“Master, if that were to happen, and she survive, she would be bound to one of us for eternity.” Says one.
“I know that! You fool Wormtail, that is what I want, it just may destroy Potter, to know that one of his friends was bound by blood and soul to one of my loyal followers.”
“Yes milord, sorry master.” He stutters and moves back.
“Which one of you should be blest with this precious gift? Hmmm?”
“Master please allow me…”
“Ah, Lucius, I can see the desire in you’re eyes, but no, someone else deserves this gift. I want Potter to see that he has failed this girl, I want him to have to look into her eyes every day!” and as he says this, he moves to stop in front of Severus Snape, excitement etched into his corpse like features.
“No…” screams Hermione in fear, not realising whom Voldemort has chosen.
“Crabbe, shut her up” he replies idly, while Crabbe covers her mouth with a rough hand.
As this is being said Snape stands, facing Voldemort, looking straight into his red eyes, no emotion present on his features, but fear present in his heart.
“Master…” he begins in his deep and silky voice,
“I don’t wish to sound ungrateful, it would undoubtedly crush Potter and provide great pleasure for my self, but it would also alert Dumbledore to my true alliance” this said, it suddenly dawns on Hermione who it is she is to be bound to, causing a fragment of hope to appear in her terror clogged brain.
“Yes Severus it may well do that…” he starts with a hiss,
“But out of fear for the girl, and knowing Dumbledore, he does care for her, he would allow you to stay. So do you want her? If so move to the centre of the circle.” He finishes moving back to the middle of the group.
Snape spotting a test of loyalty when he sees one, and also realising that he is Hermione’s only hope, slowly approaches the centre of the circle.
“Excellent choice Severus, I new you could not resist her pretty face, Crabbe bring her here, and let the ritual begin!” He shouts.
Crabbe stumbles forward with the struggling girl and deposits her at Snape’s feet with such force that an echoing crack can be heard through the night as her ankle breaks.
“Claim you’re prize Severus…” And so Snape jerks her roughly, by her shoulders, to her feet and against his tall muscular body.
As this is done Voldemort begins to whisper an ancient incantation, causing a sphere of magic so powerful to surround them, which binds Hermione’s soul to Snape’s, filling his body with her life force and power, which is purity like he has never felt. As the incantation is brought to an end Hermione’s screams of pain begin to die down, as does the wind and power, which surrounded them.
“My part is done Severus, finish the spell, take her! Now!”
With this command Severus lets go of Hermione’s weak and shivering body, letting her fall back on to the ground, while he slowly starts to lower his own body, placing himself that he is straddling her, making sure that his cloak covers her lower body.
“Get on with it Severus.” Says Voldemort in a dangerous whisper.
Conscious of the shaming fact that his cock is painfully hard, he rips open Hermione’s blouse sending buttons flying. With the illusion that he is nipping her earlobe he bends forward and whispers softly that he sorry, then, avoiding her pleading eyes, begins his assault.
Hermione yelps in surprise as Snape painfully grasps her breast with one hand, bi her her nipple through her bra, while his other hand meanders down her body and over her hip to roughly yank up her skirt, which is left to bunch around her waist. Through her panic and her struggling she suddenly feels a probing of her nether regions and abruptly realises that Snape has removed her panties and his finger is trying to enter, this induces a great lurch of fear and she swiftly starts to struggle harder, making Snape have to grip both of her small hands in one of his much larger ones to ease some of her movements.
“Oh, little girl doesn’t like that.” Snape starts to hiss perversely into her ear, aware that all the Death Eaters are watching. With that he forcefully pushes his finger in causing Hermione to scream, which is abruptly swallowed as Snape claims her mouth in a bruising and possessive kiss.
“You’re so tight and hot, you’re going to feel good around my aching cock aren’t you?” he asks but gets no reply,
“Answer me.” He says dangerously.
“You know the right answer, don’t you Hermione?” he asks coolly, twisting her name seductively.
“Y-yes…” she tersters quietly,
“Which part are you answering my pet? Both?” comes the silky response.
In her terror she is only able to nod jerkily.
“Good pet, that is correct…” he bows slowly and whispers in her ear seductively, erotically twisting the words,
“Five points to Gryffindor…” and with that he quickly unbuttons his fly and thrusts deeply and sharply forward driving his hard member to the hilt. Hermione screams from Snape’s painful entrance and from his initials suddenly being engraved on her body and soul. Snape just continues to plunge harder and more deeply each time, knowing that if he were to show anything other than lust and dark desire they would both be dead. As their wild non-consensual dance continues, Severus can feel the darkness of the Death Eater start to uncoil, being awakened from the gratifying sensations of Hermione’s tight and hot passage, then suddenly with one deep and painful thrust, and an infinitesimal groan, he comes undone, his life’s seed flowing into the girl beneath him, hot and plentiful, and with their mating complete so is the unbreakable spell, leaving Hermione unconscious and Severus gratified, bringing guilt to every part of his body with the knowledge that he has raped a student and that the Death Eater still present within him has enjoyed it.