It Happened One Hallow's Eve

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Chapter 20 ~ In the Bed of the Potions Master

Severus knew it was folly to let Hermione spend the night with him. He was being weak, foolish, led by his libido, his lust and his attraction to the witch, particularly his desire to claim her again as his own. As Hermione crawled all over him, seeming to have more limbs than the giant squid as she managed to get his robes and shirt off, Severus found he didn’t give a damn about his lack of discipline.

“Slow down, witch,” he gasped as Hermione crawled off the bed after opening his trousers. She pulled off his boots and socks, then grabbed the bottom of his trousers and yanked hard, pulling them down his thighs, then shaking them roughly from side to side until she got them below his knees then ripped them off of him, throwing them to the floor.

“The exuberance of youth,” the wizard thought as Hermione leaned over him, hooking her hands into the elastic of his boxers breathlessly. He clasped her hands.

“Now wait a minute witch. You haven’t removed any of your garments yet,” he said to her silkily.

Hermione straightened and pulled her wand out of her sweater sleeve and pointed it at herself.

“Divesto,” she said, all of her clothing disappearing.

Severus blinked at her as the witch placed her wand on the nightstand.

“Now, out of those boxers,” Hermione said, bending over him again, her breasts swinging invitingly. Severus obediently lifted his hips and Hermione slid them down, then tossed them aside like she did his trousers, shirt and robes, all of which lay crumpled on the floor. The wizard lay naked on his back turned sideways in the bed, Hermione looking as his nude body hungrily. The wizard scowled.

“I don’t appreciate your shabby treatment of my clothing,” he said archly, “They are rather expensive. They should be hung up or at least placed on the chair.”

“You can hang them up later,” Hermione breathed, climbing on top of the wizard and kissing him passionately, sliding her hands into his lank hair. Severus gave himself over to Hermione’s enthusiasm, delighting in her innocent passion for him as her hot little tongue practically raped his mouth. She was getting much better at kissing, and her soft body writhed over his, the witch humping against his cock and getting the desired reaction as the wizard began to harden.

Severus pulled back from her mouth, gasping.

“I need air, witch,” he said as Hermione fell to his throat, the wizard arching his head back to give her more access as his hands smoothed over her shoulders, back and ass. Hermione didn’t answer as she worked on marking him. Severus realized what she was doing and tried to pull away, but Hermione clung to his neck like a vampire, doubling her efforts.

“Arrrgh!” Severus groaned as her teeth nipped at his skin, “Stop it witch. You can’t mark me like a fifth year.”

But it was too late. Hermione pulled back and examined her handiwork. Then she looked at the scowling wizard.

“It’s official. You belong to me, Severus Snape…you’ve got the mark to prove it,” she said, smiling at him naughtily.

Severus felt a little tug inside at her declaration, as well as a powerful throb in his nether regions. Hermione felt it too, and her eyes went hot.

“I do, do I?” he asked the witch, his scowl easing and voice low as his dark eyes rested on her face.

“Yes,” she said softly, kissing him again.

Severus accepted her kiss for a few seconds. Her ardor and nakedness was too inviting and the wizard suddenly stopped her.

“Get in the bed properly,” he said hoarsely, “It’s time for me to mark you too…the difference being my mark will be internal. Only we will know it’s there.”

The wizard meant the ache he would leave behind when he took the witch…if she could take it. He’d have to find out first. Hermione slid off him and Severus repositioned himself in the bed, the witch laying down facing him. Without ceremony he rolled on top of her, fitting himself securely between her thighs, his cock resting on her vulva. He slid it up and down against her, and Hermione let out a delicious moan, her eyes fairly flaring with desire and need.

“Oh gods,” she said, looking up at the wizard, “Severus, I want this so much.”

“Do you?” he asked her, working his body faster, the witch undulating beneath him.

“Yes!” Hermione said with a sob as his hardness slid back and forth between her thighs. The wizard’s cock was covered in her juices, she was so turned on. Severus kissed her, continuing his teasing, the witch groaning into his mouth and pulling at his body with her small hands. He growled as she gripped his buttocks then stopped moving.

“Severus,” Hermione cried out.

“Shhh,” he breathed, sliding his arms under her legs and spreading the witch under him, raising himself up on his hands, then using one to position his swollen organ at her entrance. Hermione buckled as she felt his hardness against her, and looked at him with such need the wizard shuddered. He replaced his hand on the bed, nestled against the witch and stared down at her. So young…so lovely in his eyes.

“This won’t be in the memory, Hermione…but you have become more than a desire…you are a need now witch,” he said softly. “I don’t deserve you, but having had you, I will not let you go…do you understand me? You have added a dimension to my life I’ve never had before, and it is addicting. You are addicting. You will stay in my life, witch until I cease to draw another breath. You belong to me now. If any other wizard touches you…”

Here a dangerous look filled the wizard’s eyes.

“I will kill him. If you have let him touch you…there will be dire consequences for you as well. I do not share what belongs to me, Hermione Granger, and you…you belong to me. Remain loyal to me witch, and there is nothing on this earth I won’t do for you.”

Hermione gazed up at the wizard, absorbing his dark, passionate statement. He hadn’t said he loved her, but he expressed…in a rather frightening way, that he wanted to keep her to himself. Always. That couldn’t be far from love.

Hermione felt she already loved the wizard, but she had never loved a man before and couldn’t be sure. But she knew she didn’t want anyone else but Severus.

“All that I am is yours, Severus,” she said softly. “Yours alone.”

The hard look went out of the wizard’s eyes. They became soft, almost tender.

“Give me all that you are then, witch,” he breathed, entering her in one smooth motion, his girth and length filling Hermione to the hilt.

“Ooooh,” the witch moaned as the wizard hissed at her tightness and warmth. He began to move, gently at first, groaning with pleasure as Hermione pulsed around him, caressing him, receiving him, her sweet voice washing over him like a blessing.

“So good,” he breathed, feeling his belly tighten as he moved inside the witch. He looked down and watched as his huge shaft penetrated her pink core over and over, his pale shaft shining as if oiled. He gave the witch long, deep strokes, pulling almost completely out of her before returning, a little deeper, a little harder, her body beginning to bounce rhythmically as he took her.

Severus closed his eyes and leaned his head back, biting his lip as he fucked the witch.. Gods, Hermione had the best pussy he’d ever experienced. It could be he felt that way because he was the only man to ever fuck her, but for whatever reason, it was true. He began to fuck her harder, burying himself inside her, listening to her voice to gauge how well she accepted him.

Hermione was in heaven as the wizard’s hard cock slid in and out of her body. The harder he hit her, the better it was.

“You feel so good, Severus,” she managed to whisper to the wizard. “Harder. I want you harder.”

Severus drew back and gave the witch what she wanted, slamming into her and holding himself there as she shrieked, then began to shudder powerfully.

“Was it too much?” he asked the witch, who couldn’t answer him, but she opened her eyes and they were blazing. Severus continued to stare down at her.

“I like it,” she breathed.

Thank the gods.

The wizard dropped to the witch’s body, releasing her legs and locking his mouth to hers as he began to fuck her thoroughly, driving into her with increasing force, Hermione crying out into his mouth as he flexed over her, moving faster, sweat beginning to trickle down his back. Yes, oh yes…she was taking him.

Hermione kissed the wizard frantically between shrieks as he drove his cock inside her harder and harder feeling his power, his strength, his ache as he wrapped his arms around her, his tongue deep in her mouth, groaning and growling against her lips as he jerked her body roughly. This was how she thought a man was supposed to feel. How she was supposed to feel. Completely possessed, completely wanted. The ache felt so right…so perfect.

Suddenly Severus pulled away from her mouth and let out a cry of pain that startled her. He stopped fucking her and rolled off her body, grasping his arm. Hermione let out a cry as he separated from her. It had been so, so good.

“Noooo,” he groaned, his black eyes full of pain as he looked at the witch. “I have to go, Hermione…I’m being summoned by Voldemort.”

“No, Severus…we haven’t made enough of a memory,” she gasped at him.

The wizard sat up.

“It will have to do…I think it will be enough,” he said, his black eyes full of hunger as he looked at her. “I have to go, or the pain will start again. I’m sorry, Hermione.”

He climbed over the witch and still erect, walked over to his discarded robes, searched the pockets for his wand then scourgified himself. It wouldn’t do to appear before the Dark Lord smelling of pussy. Hmm, then again…considering the situation it might have pleased Voldemort if he did turn up smelling of a student. Ah, well…too late now.

Hermione watched silently as he pulled on his boxers. Her body was protesting as she watched the wizard cover up what she wanted and needed. Severus turned and looked at her.

“You may stay here tonight if you like, witch. I don’t know when I will return. Voldemort is aware this is a holiday and I don’t have classes. Perhaps he will let me return more quickly if he thinks I intend to spend the holidays defiling you. We can hope,” he said, sliding open a panel in the wall and pulling out his Death Eater robes.
Hermione watched as he donned the robes, the cone-like hood hanging in back. He picked up his shoes and socks, walked back over to the bed and sat down, pulling them on. Then he turned and looked at Hermione.

“I am sorry,” he said softly, leaning down and kissing her mouth softly. Hermione wanted to haul him back into the bed, but knew he would resist. He had to.

“Just go, Severus. Go and come back to me. Tell him I’m in your bed and you pretended you needed to go to the lab so I wouldn’t know you were summoned. He’ll let you come back,” she said.

Severus eyed the witch. She would have made a good Slytherin the way she thought.

“Not a bad idea for a Gryffindor,” he said, pulling his Death Eater half-mask out of his pocket and drawing it on. He pulled up the pointed hood, and Hermione felt her heart catch as she looked at the half skull face, the wizard’s sensuous mouth and jaw visible. He was frightening. All Death Eaters were frightening.

Severus arched an eyebrow beneath the mask and moved toward her as if to kiss her again. Hermione drew back reflexively.

The wizard smirked. He knew he would get that reaction. Maybe one day he’d fuck her wearing the mask and the robes.

“Take care, witch,” he said, disapparating with a crack of thunder.

Hermione sat up in the bed and wrapped her arms around her belly.

“Come back to me, Severus,” she said to the empty space. “I’d die if anything happened to you.”

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Severus appeared in the Dark Lord’s throne room. There were about twenty other Death Eaters present, all big and all looking at him with narrowed eyes beneath their masks. This didn’t bode well at all. Voldemort sat on his throne of bones on a slightly raised dais, his red eyes resting on the wizard as he bowed low, his eyes on the floor.

“I am here, my Lord,” Severus said, his stomach tight.

Voldemort studied him for a moment.

“Arise, Severus and approach the throne. I hope you have some interesting news for me this time. You have been sorely lacking as of late, and my patience with you has expired,” the red-eyed wizard said in his high-pitched voice.

Ah, so that explained the burly Death Eaters. Voldemort intended to punish him if he was not pleased with his information. He would be beaten by them first, then manacled and whipped terribly. But he would not be killed, he knew that much…he was still important to the despot.

Severus straightened and approached the throne.

“Speak,” Voldemort commanded, his forked tongue flicking impatiently from his lipless mouth.

“Order membership has dropped significantly, the members believing you are not as much a threat as perceived. Albus is about to have a recruitment drive to up the numbers…they are at an all-time membership low and at a disadvantage,” the wizard lied, “There are only about fifteen hundred members now, as opposed to the four thousand they had two years ago. It seems your decision to lie low is paying off, my Lord.”

Severus was lying his ass off. The Order was ten thousand strong. If they could trick Voldemort into making a move, his forces could be overcome and the wizard defeated.

Voldemort tapped one thin elegant finger against his cheek.

“That is interesting news, Severus. How did you come by it?” the despot asked him.

“I was meeting with the Headmaster in his office when he was suddenly called away. I searched his desk and found the membership roster and recruitment drive information. I read them quickly and was seated by the time he returned,” the wizard replied straight-faced.

“Good,” Voldemort replied. “This information pleases me.”

The Death Eaters standing about all sighed. No fun tonight.

Severus bowed, then said, “I have some other, more personal news that might also please my Lord. I ask permission to share it with you.”

Voldemort looked very interested.

“Personal news you say, Severus? Well, out with it,” the despot said.

“I have bedded Harry Potter’s best friend and the witch believes I want a relationship with her. She was seventeen at the time of her deflowerment. I took her under the guise of protecting her from the Night of Madness. Since Harry Potter is about to graduate, I felt the witch would be helpful in keeping tabs on him. She is also quite bright, and might be corrupted into your service after a time, my Lord. But she is muggle-born. Her name is Hermione Granger.”

Voldemort brightened.

“Hermione Granger? I know of this witch. She has the highest marks in Hogwarts. My Death Eaters have been complaining about her outshining their children for years and wanted her punished. So you’ve fucked her, Severus?” he asked the wizard.

Severus nodded.

“Yes my Lord. Twice, though I was in the process of fucking her the second time when you summoned me,” the wizard replied. “She had just given me a blow job for the first time.”

“Her first time?” Voldemort asked excitedly.

“Yes, my Lord,” Severus replied.

Voldemort looked thoughtful.

“Does Albus know?” the despot asked.

“Yes, but he approves. He seems to think I need some “happiness” in my lonely life. He says the witch is mature enough to make her own decisions and now is the age of consent. I practically have his blessing,” Severus said with a smirk.
Voldemort’s eyes glittered.

“Albus has always been a fool, thinking the best of everyone. I’m surprised he’s survived as long as he has,” Voldemort said, then he smiled lasciviously.

“Show me your dealings with the witch, Severus. Legilimens,” the wizard breathed.

The Potions Master had already blocked what he didn’t want the wizard to see. Voldemort watched as Severus hauled Hermione over his cock roughly, plunging into the witch’s mouth and gagging her, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her chin. The wizard grinned as he pulled out of Severus mind.

“You weren’t too easy on her for a first time, Severus,” the Dark Lord observed.

“I saw no reason to be, my Lord. I do not love the witch, or even like her. But a blowjob’s a blowjob and pussy is pussy,” he said, “And virgin pussy is the best.”

Voldemort nodded in approval.

“This is true, Severus,” he said, “Now let me see you fucking her.”

Again Voldemort entered his mind and saw the wizard riding her strongly, the witch shrieking into his mouth as he rammed into her over and over. Then the image abruptly stopped.

“What happened?” Voldemort asked, disappointed.

“You summoned me, my Lord. I didn’t get a chance to really finish her,” Severus replied. “She is still in my bed. When I received your summons I made an excuse to go to my labs. She thinks that where I am now,” Severus lied.

“She’s in your bed? Well, go back then Severus. Fuck her good and hard and make her love you. She might come in handy,” the wizard said.

“Yes my Lord, thank you my Lord,” the Potions Master said, backing up.

“Maybe you can take her anally,” the despot suggested as Severus prepared to leave.

“After I break her pussy in, my Lord, that is next on my list,” Severus replied, Voldemort nodding with approval.

The wizard disapparated, glad Voldemort was such an easy mark for all things remotely evil and corrupting.

Now, back to Hermione. The Potions Master had something he very much wanted to give that witch.

Over and over again.

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Voldemort looked thoughtful. Membership in the Order was at an all-time low, eh? Only fifteen hundred members? He had close to four thousand Death Eaters, more than twice Albus’s ranks. This might be the perfect time for the Final Battle.

“Peter!” the wizard called.

Peter Pettigrew appeared instantly at the side of the Dark Lord’s throne.

”Yes, my Lord?” the wizard said, bowing low and trembling slightly. He was afraid since Severus slipped through his grasp, the Dark Lord might feel like Crucioing him for entertainment.

”Bring me my maps. I have an attack to plan,” Voldemort hissed, smiling evilly.

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A/N: Ah, Voldemort…the ultimate cockblocker. Well, Severus smoothed his way out of that torture. Poor disappointed widdle Death Eaters. Lol. Uh oh, Voldy’s thinking about War. :::shaking head::: Well, anyway, please review. :)