Saving Miss Granger (Small Edit)

Chapter 20 ~ Marcus Makes an Offer

Hermione retired and spent an uncomfortable night, tossing and turning because of her body’s urges. Finally, she sighed and took the matter in hand, bringing to mind the Potions Master’s ardent close with her the night of her ordeal.

“You are delectable, Miss Granger,” the wizard breathed beginning to fuck her faster and harder, his face contorting as his pleasure grew.

Hermione stroked and tweaked her pussy, panting as the image of Severus fucking her filled her mind and her belly filled with ache while she arched upward helplessly.

“Yes…witch…yes,” he hissed down at her, his eyes smoldering as he shuddered and released inside her.

“Oh gods,” Hermione groaned as her fingers flew and she peaked with a small shriek, getting a bit of the release she wanted. The small orgasm was nothing like what she needed, but it was all she had.

Panting, she cursed Severus for being so in control tonight.

“But you won’t always be in control,” she breathed to the night, rolling over and trying to fall asleep. “I promise you that, Severus Snape.”

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Severus lay naked in his four-poster bed, staring down at his stubborn erection. It wouldn’t go down on its own. He had two options: wank off or go to his Potions stores and drink some deflating draught.

A part of him was saying, “You should have fucked her. You both wanted it.”

But another part was saying, “Imagine how good it will be after waiting,” which was immediately countered by the first part which responded, “It would have been good tonight.”

Severus didn’t want to wank off. He hadn’t done that in years and it seemed so stupid to resort to such an act when he could have had the real thing. The wizard sighed, rolled out of bed, picked up his wand and slipped on his house robe. Barefoot, he padded through his study, opened the wall that led to his office and walked through to his classroom, then to his Potions stores. He unwarded the door, entered, located the draught and drank it down. The effect was immediate.

Now his erection was gone, but the desire for Hermione still remained. He rewarded his stores and returned to his rooms, falling into the bed and rolling over on his stomach, trying not to think of the delicious witch down the corridor and failing miserably. Sighing, he closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander where they would. They ended up with him on top of Hermione, staring down at her as she sweetly moaned his title, lost to pleasure.

Damn.

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The next morning at breakfast, Hermione gave Severus a bright smile and a wave as he entered the Great Hall. He nodded to her pleasantly, which caught the attention of the staff immediately. Severus would give greetings, but usually they were scowling greetings as if the wizard was irritated by having to acknowledge anyone. But he didn’t have a scowl as he looked at the Spells Mistress.

Minerva looked from Severus to Hermione and back again, her lips thin with disapproval. Merlin knew what he had done to the witch last night, but she didn’t look any worse for wear. Albus just twinkled at the both of them, smiling broadly.

Marcus sat eating his breakfast, seeming not to pay attention to either witch or wizard, just devouring his pancakes and sausage as if all were right with the world. Suddenly, the owl post flew in. A brown school owl landed in front of Hermione and stuck out its leg, a parchment tied to it. Hermione removed the message and gave the bird a bit of sausage. The owl ate it, quickly snatched another piece off her plate and took off.

Hermione opened the parchment and read it.

Dear Hermione,

Your beau and I will be dueling shortly, and most likely one of us will be badly injured or killed. The duel will be over the right to seek your favors, and Snape is being completely unreasonable, so I want to talk to you before this happens. There could be another way to settle this situation without anyone getting hurt. Meet me in the astronomy tower at 12 noon today if you care what happens to your Potions Master.

Marcus


Hermione re-read the letter, then looked down the table at Marcus with narrowed eyes. The wizard pretended to be absorbed in his food and did not return her look. However, Severus noticed the witch looking at the Dark Arts teacher and wondered what was in that letter, his belly tightening. Was it a message from Marcus?

Hermione folded up the letter and began to pick at the remainder of her breakfast, her brow furrowed worriedly. Had Severus and Marcus decided to duel over her? She had witnessed their argument, and Marcus had said he would consider dueling the wizard in so many words. Had they set a date for it? If they had, that was terrible. Marcus was right…one of them could get badly injured or killed…they were both dangerous wizards. Marcus taught defense against the Dark Arts because he knew how to protect himself…and Severus was an Order member and former deatheater, so he had skills as well. She didn’t want either wizard getting hurt over her.

Marcus was such an idiot. She already told him she wasn’t interested in pursing anything with him. But the wizard was persistent and didn’t want Severus trying to curtail his advances toward her in case he should “get lucky.” He had to be the one to back down.

Well, there was only one thing for it. Hermione would have to talk to the wizard and make it crystal clear that she wasn’t interested in fucking him again. Yes, he had been good, but he was not the type of man she could deal with. He was too much of a philanderer. A willing witch had his nose wide open in seconds. He was a hit and run wizard and nothing more. Yet she didn’t want him getting hurt because of her, though it would be his own fault. And she didn’t want Severus hurt. She didn’t understand why the Ministry still allowed dueling. It was absolutely barbaric.

The witch picked over her food a bit more, before pushing it away and leaving the Great Hall, so deep in thought, she didn’t even give the Potions Master a parting glance. The wizard looked down the table at Marcus, who met his gaze with a nasty little smirk.

What the fuck was going on?

Severus was tempted to go after Hermione and demand to know what was in that letter. But it would be overstepping his bounds. It wouldn’t be wise to show the witch just how jealous he was before he managed to make her his. But his blood was boiling regardless. He looked at the wizard again, scowling. Hermione might be off-limits, but Mr. Delaluci wasn’t. Severus hurriedly finished his food so he could confront Marcus. He’d find out what the fuck this was all about.

Marcus finished his meal and exited the Great Hall, Severus billowing after him. Marcus made to cross the main hall when Severus called him.

“Mr. Delaluci, I wish to talk to you,” the dark wizard said, striding up to the wizard, his black eyes glinting dangerously.

“What is it, Snape? Want to give me details about your date? I’m not interested,” Marcus said, starting to walk again. Severus caught him by the shoulder.

“Do not walk away from me, Mr. Delaluci. I want to know what was in that letter you sent Hermione,” the wizard demanded.

Marcus stopped the moment Severus put his hand on him, his violet eyes telescoping angrily. He shrugged the wizard’s hand off his shoulder and turned to face him.

“Next time you put your hand on me, Snape, there better be a hell of a lot of power behind it,” the wizard growled. “We’re going to move some armor around.”

“Anytime, Mr. Delaluci. But for now, I want to know what you wrote to Hermione,” the wizard seethed.

“Ah, no more ‘Miss Granger’ I see. Does that mean you got to the second hoop?” Marcus asked the wizard with a nasty grin.

“The letter, Mr. Delaluci,” Severus said again, his face starting to contort.

Marcus stepped back a bit, in case the wizard took a swing at him.

“What makes you think I sent her a letter when I can just talk to her?” the wizard said, “Besides, if she has a letter you’re interested in…why don’t you ask her what’s in it?”

Severus looked at the wizard, somewhat taken aback. He had assumed Marcus sent the letter because of the way Hermione looked at him. He realized he was letting his jealously make him act recklessly. He needed to know the facts before he accused the wizard. Already the witch was making him crazy.

Marcus looked at the wizard smugly. He had made the snarky bastard second-guess himself. Snape should know to trust his instincts, particularly concerning him. He was making this too easy.

“I really think Hermione is the one you should be talking to, not me Snape,” Marcus said, Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a backlog of papers to grade.”

Severus watched as Marcus walked down the corridor leading to the DA classroom. There was nothing he could say to the wizard. He had no actual proof he had sent Hermione anything. He turned and headed down the dungeon corridor. He had a few potions brewing and seeing to them would take the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon. He walked past Hermione’s door and paused for a second in indecision.

No. He really didn’t have any right to ask her about the letter.

He continued down the hall to his lab, feeling completely out of sorts. He wasn’t used to any of this.

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At a quarter to twelve Hermione made her way up to the astronomy tower. It was a weekend, and the tower was normally unoccupied during the day. She had her wand in her pocket, her hand wrapped around it. She wasn’t going to meet Marcus unprotected. If he tried anything, he’d have his telescoping cut out for him. She’d shrink his cock to the size of an acorn.

She walked up the long flight of stairs to the tower proper, and there, leaning out of one of the open window admiring the view, stood Marcus Delaluci. She frowned slightly.

“I’m here, Marcus,” Hermione said, gripping her wand tightly.

The wizard turned and gave her a broad, and what he hoped, disarming smile. But the witch was not about to disarm.

“You came. Good. I didn’t think you were the kind of witch that would let two men kill themselves over her,” he said evenly, diving right in.

“You wouldn’t be in this situation if you would just leave me alone, Marcus,” Hermione shot back at him.

“I wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t gone and hexed yourself,” he replied. “You can’t blame me for this, Hermione. I’m a strong-natured wizard, and I fucked you and liked it. Any man would want a chance at you again,” he said, his violet eyes washing over her, then telescoping to black for a moment before returning to normal. “You’re beautiful, passionate and sexy…and I want to know what you are like when not under the spell. That’s all I want, Hermione. To make love to you…the real you…one time. You know I’ll be good. I’ll be better than good.”

Hermione snorted.

“Marcus, you don’t make love to witches. You fuck them. As many of them as you possibly can. I’m just one witch out of hundreds. You can do without me,” she said evenly.

“No Hermione. You are the ‘untouchable’ witch. You wouldn’t fall for me when I tried to put the moves on you. It was only because you hexed yourself that I got a chance to be with you. And you have to admit, I was good to you. I gave you what you needed. Snape wants you for his own. I don’t like it, but I understand it. I know that could never happen for us. I’m not that kind of wizard. I like being free and a having large selection of potential partners to choose from. But I do want you one more time…as you. Snape is willing to kill me over you…I can see it in his eyes every time he speaks to me. And I am willing to kill him to protect myself. I am a dangerous wizard, Hermione…take my word for it. I know dark spells that will turn him into bloody tatters in an instant. You’d have to bury him in a shoebox,” Marcus said, his eyes glittering. “I know you don’t want that.”

Hermione looked at the wizard.

“No, I don’t,” she said quietly.

She believed Marcus did know such spells. She had heard rumors about what he did before coming to Hogwarts. He was an assassin and a paid mercenary for Gringotts bank.

“Good,” he said, “Because I have a proposition for you that can make this entire situation go away. Sleep with me one more time and I will stop pursuing you. You and Snape can be an item without any duels or any interference from me.”

Hermione looked at him with wide eyes.

“You have to be joking,” she said, trembling a little as the wizard looked at her soberly, his eyes becoming completely black.

“Do I look like I’m joking witch? Let me fuck you or take the risk that I blast your snarky lover boy into bloody bits,” the wizard said darkly. This was no jovial, devil-may-care Marcus Delaluci she was looking at now. This was the dark wizard beneath.

“You’re an animal,” she said softly.

“We both know that. And I want the chance to get animal with you. That hex protected you from the real fire. I want you to know what I can do…the kind of lover I am,” he replied

“But I don’t want to know that. I don’t care what kind of lover you are, Marcus. I don’t want you,” she said, trying to make the wizard see reason.

“But I want you, Hermione. If you deny me, Snape will pay for it in spades, I promise you. Besides, once we get started, you will like it…you liked it last time. I know how to fuck witch. You know I do. One more time is all I’m asking of you. You aren’t with Snape yet…you’re still a free witch. A roll with me won’t hurt anything,” the wizard said persuasively.

“You’re a pig, Marcus,” she hissed at him, her heart sinking.

“I know. But I’m a pig who knows what he wants. And I want you. Now what do you say? Me or a blasted boyfriend?”

Hermione went silent. Marcus really might be able to kill Severus, and she didn’t doubt he would if it came to dueling. Marcus saw her wavering.

“Give me time to think about it, Marcus,” Hermione said, trying to buy time.

“Fine, but not too much time. You have two days, witch. Two days before I call him out,” Marcus said warningly. “When that happens there will be no turning back. Snape won’t get the chance to call me a coward.”

Hermione felt like blasting Marcus out of the tower window and letting the wizard fall to his death. But she wasn’t a murderess, no matter how much hatred she had in her heart for the wizard at this moment.

“This is a coward’s act, Marcus. Blackmailing me for sex. It’s low, even for you,” Hermione said.

“I’ve done worse things, believe me…but none that had the potential for cock rocking pleasure as this, witch. I intend to fuck you until you pass out from too many orgasms. Then my life will be complete. For the moment,” he said with an evil grin.

“I hate you!” she spat.

“Doesn’t matter,” he replied. “Your pussy won’t once I’m inside it.”

Hermione felt nauseous…her hand went to her belly.

“Looks like I’m turning you on already witch,” Marcus said, smirking.

“You are making me physically sick,” she replied, walking quickly to the window.

The witch threw up.

Marcus’ nose wrinkled for a moment, then he shrugged. A little vomit wasn’t going to turn him off to her.

Hermione wiped her mouth and turned to him.

“Marcus, don’t do this,” she pleaded with him. “Just leave me alone. Let me be happy.”

“I like when witches beg,” he said, his black eyes glittering at her lasciviously. “You’re wasting your time trying to change my mind. I thought about this quite a bit last night. It’s the only way I’ll get to fuck you again. I’m not going to pass it up. So you go and think about it hard witch. Two days. That’s it,” the wizard said, crossing the tower and starting down the stairs. He turned back to her for a moment.

“Oh, and when you come to me with your answer, wear something sexy,” Marcus said, winking then heading down the stairs jauntily. He had her. He knew he did.

Hermione stood in the astronomy tower bent slightly with her arms wrapped around her belly, still feeling sick to her stomach. Marcus was truly evil. Truly evil

The witch turned around, walked to the closest window and looked up into the overcast sky wishing it could just drop down and cover her, make her disappear, spirit her away from this situation. Severus could be badly hurt or killed if she let the duel happen. She wasn’t willing to go through that. She could lose him before she ever had him.

“Dear Merlin. What am I going to do?” Hermione asked herself, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

What was she going to do indeed?

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A/N: Damn. Marcus is fucking evil. Plain evil incarnate. He’s playing on her fears, making her believe he can beat Severus in a duel. That isn’t written in stone, but Hermione is scared for the Potions Master. What a dilemma. What will she do? We’ll just have to wait and see. Oh, and I've decided to go back to 14 pt font for the text. Please review