Deliver Me

SUMMARY: SS/HG, Dr/GW, RW/BZ (in this story Blaise is a GIRL) tangled in a web of lust & loathe, romance is bittersweet - love & could there ever be trust? WARNINGS (I don’t write disturbing things, but it’s better to warn you anyway, just in case): Mental/emotional torture, one attempted rape and some medium violence. COMPLETED/EDITED/EPILOGUE ADDED – A/U – started after the release of GoF, contains some OotP, most everything after is disregarded in order to preserve the ongoing story.


Chapter XXIV – Delivered


“Hermione, we have had this discussion before, and I have said ‘I have’ before,” Severus told her. “Do you keep forgetting?” he asked her.

“No, no. Just making sure.” She answered.

“Making sure of what exactly?” now he was rather curious.

“You delivered me.”

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“Draco, darling, what are you doing here?” Narcissa asked as her son entered her bedroom. Narcissa was laying out various dresses on her bed and tossing other ones into what seemed like a rather large pile at the foot of the bed.

“I have a question mum, it couldn’t wait,” he told her.

“Yes, my little love, what is it?” She wasn’t really paying attention to him.

“It’s about Blaise.”

That got her attention. Narcissa’s eyes widened and she bit her lip.

“Mum?” he prodded curious about the look on his mother’s face.

“Yes, my darling, let’s have a cup of tea shall we?” and she led him down to the dining room.


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“I beg your pardon?” Severus said dumbfounded and very out of character.

Hermione pulled herself back towards him and kissed him; long, soft languid kisses.

“Severus?” she asked as he nuzzled her neck.

“Hmm,” he muttered.

“When you say, ‘I have,’ does that mean ‘yes’?” she confirmed.

“It means whatever you want it to mean,” his lips nipped below her ear lobe. He stopped for a moment and moved his fingers through her hair. “My darling, darling girl.”

She closed her eyes and let her body just feel him.

“Enough,” he whispered to her. “I must tell you.” Severus closed her eyes and rested his forehead against hers. “Let me tell you. Allow me,” he said.

Hermione opened her eyes and shifted her head to look up at him. “What is it?”

He kissed her, “I love you. I always have. And ‘yes’ you are cured.”

The tears welled up in her eyes and she threw herself unto him knocking him to his back on the bed, hugging him and placing soft, sweet little kisses over his face.

Severus let out a deep chuckle.

“Marry me.”

Hermione stopped dead. “What did you say?”

Severus shifted below her, and reached one arm out to his nightstand next to the bed. He opened the drawer and grabbed something from inside of it.

Hermione let him up and sat silent on his bed in completely shock.

He got up and moved towards the fire place at the other end of the room. It was beautiful and glowing brighter than she ever noticed it too.

“Come here,” he ordered.

She walked towards him, and as she approached him, he dropped to his knees and produced a ring.

Hermione’s hands flew to her heart and then covered her mouth. She was hyperventilating. In all her wildest dreams, this of which she had wanted, she never expected to happen.

“Hermione, my darling, beautiful girl, marry me.”

Words, what were words? She couldn’t find them. Hermione just nodded her head ‘yes’ and collapsed to the floor in front of him throwing her arms around his neck kissing him.

Her kisses were soft, short and flowing.

“I take it that’s a ‘yes,’” he asked finally, when she let him breathe.

“Yes. Yes! Oh, Severus,” she hugged him resting her head on his shoulder, letting her lips brush his neck.

“Let me put it on you,” he whispered removing her hand from his chest, and placing the ring on her finger.

She looked down her the ring on her finger and grinned at him. It was in the shape of a snake, on its head were two rather large emeralds, and its tongue was a protruding ruby. The snake’s body was made of platinum, engraved in Celtic knots.

“It’s beautiful, absolutely beautiful,” she smiled at him.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said. He took her hand in his and glanced down at the ring himself. “You know,” he laughed, “I was worried you would be angry about the snake.”

She giggled, “I love it. Severus, it’s truly beautiful. I love you so much.”

He laughed and brought her towards him, claiming her mouth. “Mine,” he whispered.

Hermione held him close to her pushing her body against his.

“I want you,” she whispered in his ear.

“You have me, all of me, I’m yours,” he reassured her.

“No, Severus,” and she started to unbutton his shirt. “I want you.”

He smiled into her kisses, scooped her up and carried her back towards his bed. Laying her down, he hovered over her. He stared at her waiting for her to show him what she wanted him to do. Moving her hands behind his neck she pulled him down for another kiss.

Severus kissed her softly taking his time with her. Impatient, she began to move her hips against his trying to tell him that she wanted more of him. She moved her hands down to the front of his trousers and began to massage him gently.

Pulling back and breaking the kiss, Hermione smirked as Severus was breathing rather heavily. He was beginning to feel the tension build within him. He grabbed her hands and trapped them above her head in a lethal grip with one of his hands.

He needed to be in control.

“Let’s try something,” he whispered. “If you want me to do something, ask me.” He nuzzled her neck. “If you like when I do something to you,” his tongue found the sensitive spot behind her ear, “tell me.” He nibbled on her earlobe and his free hand roamed down towards her thighs. “And darling, if you want me to do something to you again,” he began to stroke her core, “beg me.”

Never had anything sounded that sexy to Hermione. His voice was just like hot velvet, drawling over her body, covering her with each syllable. The look in her eyes told him she was lost, lost completely in him.

She left her hands above her head when he got up to hover over her once again, gazing down at her half naked body. She watched him get off the bed, and take off his clothing before returning to her. He beckoned her to raise her body off the bed so he could tug her top off. Hermione let out a little gasp when the cool air hit her breasts. She saw him smirk. He moved his hands to her breasts and rotated his thumbs around her nipples, before snaking his hands down the rest of body to the waistband of her shorts. “Lift your hips for me,” he said gently, tugging off her shorts completely. She saw him raise an eyebrow.

“No knickers?” he asked, slightly unnerved, but mostly amused and enticed.

“I prefer not to wear them to sleep,” she blushed.

“But all those times you were here with me…” his voice trailed off.

“Well, I wasn’t in the comfort of my own room, now was I?” she grinned quite embarrassed at her honesty.

“And what about tonight?” he whispered, bringing his body back down to hers. Hermione had come down to his rooms tonight with the intention of spending the next with him. It was a wordless admission that she trusted him completely.

She let out a little whimper when his chest hairs came into contact with her nipples.

“I’m completely comfortable,” she barely got the words out, when his lips descended on hers.

“Good girl,” he said softly between kisses. He moved his fingers down towards her thighs, continuing to kiss her. He felt her wiggle against him, when he slid his fingers between her nether lips. “Patience,” he said sarcastically.

“Severus, I want…” her voice was wavered. She let out a moan when his fingers entered her. His movements were skillfully played. Hermione bucked her hips in frustration. Severus’ movements felt so incredible, she wanted more. She just wasn’t quite sure what part of him she wanted most.

He nuzzled her neck, continuing to play her with his fingers. “Remember, my instructions, love,” he whispered.

Instructions? What instructions? Dear Merlin, he was amazing. Her body was on fire, if he made her any hotter she was sure she would explode.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Please, what?” he added some of his firm, classroom voice when he spoke to her. Hermione’s eyes were closed and her breathing was very heavy and ragged. He smirked at the naked woman below him as he let his fingers continue their tormenting strokes.

“Open your eyes,” he urged softly, “I want to see your reactions to me.”

She fluttered her eyelids open slowly, “I want you to love me.” The words barely came out of her mouth. He removed his fingers from her, and kissed her chin.

“Oh my dear, but I do love you,” he said with a small chuckle.

“No, Severus, please,” she let out a ragged whisper, “make me yours, again.”

He moved his body to position between her thighs. Severus moved the head of his erection against her making sure she was ready for him.

“Severus, don’t make me beg,” she whimpered.

“Oh, but I like it when you beg for me,” he said before thrusting, swiftly into her. He watched her roll her eyes back, and moan at his impalement.

"Do it again," she whispered quietly.

He pulled out slightly, and thrust into her again. She reached out to kiss him. He bent closer to her, hungrily claiming her mouth. His primal instincts soon overcame him, and he began to thrusting into her hot core. He let out a low hiss and increased his movements against her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and began to raise her hips to meet his. Hermione was taking him deeper inside of her body. That was his cue to pound into her harder. He felt her fingers clutching on to his shoulders, and she raked her nails down his back trying to pull him closer to her. The climax building up inside of her was beginning to reach its peak. He gritted his teeth, waiting for her. Severus watched her cry out his name and shudder under him. He held her tighter and pushed himself into sweet oblivion.

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Draco sipped his tea, “Mum, how did you know what to send me to help Blaise?”

Narcissa looked around the room uneasily, as if she was checking to make sure they were alone, before she answered him. “I did not,” she finally said quietly.

“Mum, seriously, that worked instantly,” he was eyeing his mother’s every move.

“Is Aunt Bellatrix here?” He asked rather confused.

Narcissa snapped her head to look at her son, “No, no, dear, why would she be. She’s off with Rudolphus, and your father somewhere.”

“Mother, about Blaise?” Draco prodded.

“Your godfather,” she finally answered. “Your godfather gave it to me.”

“Uncle Severus?” Draco said taken aback, as if he didn’t believe her.

“Damn it! Draco, how many godfathers do you have?” she hissed. It was one of the few times in his life, his mother said something in a very Slytherin way. “Severus Snape!”

“Does father know? Does he know?” Draco asked further.

Narcissa moved a loose strand of wet hair out of Draco’s eyes, “No.”

“How? Why? Mum, I don’t understand.”

“I always knew that Davian was up to no good. And well, it was all quite fluid after he attacked her. When you told me about the symptoms, the conditions, and that scar on her …neck,” the last few words were difficult for Narcissa to say.

“Draco, I was worried, that could have been you,” she whispered hoarsely, and took another sip of tea.

“Mum, don’t be silly, that could have never been me. I’m stronger than that oaf Davian,” he reassured his mother.

She was shaking her head at him. “I asked Severus to watch over you. And after, Blaise, I called upon him to fix it.”

“Snape?”

“Yes, Severus bloody Snape!” she screeched at him.

“Mum, calm down, I’m sorry,” Draco started, shocked at his mother’s sudden outburst.

Narcissa started to smoothen the lines in her dress.

“It’s alright my dear, it’s alright.”

And there was silence between them.

“More tea mistress?” said a little voice, coming from the doorway. A house elf, dressed in a little black, silky, but puffy dress was standing at the doorway.

Narcissa beckoned the elf to bring more. “Thank you, Brinny.”

“What else can Brinny bring for mistress?” the little elf asked eagerly. “Nothing, that is all for now.”

The little elf was just about leaving the room, when Narcissa spoke quickly, “Brinny, I do not want to be disturbed while Draco is here. If anyone calls, tell them I am not to be disturbed. If, they are Death Eaters, show them to the library and come get me immediately.”

Brinny bowed, “And Master Lucius?”

“Warn me before he approaches.”

“Yessus, Misstress Cissy,” and the little elf was gone.

Draco and his mother continued to sip their tea in complete silence.

“Is that it, then?” Draco asked suddenly. “She’ll be okay. It’s over?”

Narcissa stood up and ushered her son towards the fireplace.

“Mum?”

Narcissa smiled softly and sweetly at her son. “My little Draco, how you’ve grown.”

She placed a small kiss on his forehead.

“Yes, it’s over,” and she motioned for Draco to Floo back to Hogwarts.

“And love,” she said tugging him back before he entered the fireplace.

“Mum?”

“Not a word.”

Draco nodded.

“I don’t think your godfather would be to happy if anyone found out. Much less, the condition and predicament the rest of us would be put in,” she explained.

Draco noticed the pain in his mother’s eyes for the first time. He hadn’t really looked at her in quite some time, and she seemed skinnier than usual, paler than usual, and he noticed she was shaking.

He hugged her and placed a kiss on her cheek before he went into the fireplace, “I love you, mum.”

And he was gone.

As he left, Brinny came rushing in, “Mistress Cissy, Master is home! Master is on his way to see his family, Master says. Mistress he is with the Dark Lord!”

Narcissa took a deep breath, “Thank You, Brinny, you may return to the kitchens, and I forbid you to speak of this.”

“Yes, missus.” Then the little elf disappeared.

“Where is my son?” came a voice from the doorway.

Lucius strode towards his wife and moved his arm around her waist pulling her towards him. He kissed her temple and looked around the room.

“You just missed him. He had to go, study for an exam tomorrow,” she lied.

“Hmm, sorry I missed him,” Lucius said looking into the fire place. He kept one of his arms around her, and stroked her hair with the other. “I love you so,” he whispered in a low, sexy hiss as he gave her a little nuzzle on her neck.

Narcissa didn’t respond to him, her eyes fixed themselves to a blank space on the wall.

“Darling?” he asked.

She didn’t answer.

“Cissa?” he asked again.

“Hmmm?” she looked up at him.

“You look ill,” he observed. “Are you all right?” Lucius continued to rub her back.

“Yes, my love, why wouldn’t I be?” she lied again. “I just miss him, that’s all. He’s my only little baby.”

“Draco is hardly a baby, Cissa,” Lucius let out a deep chuckle, mocking her slightly.

Narcissa scowled at him, “He’s my one and only son, don’t you forget that! And I will never see him harmed.”

Lucius’ eyes became fierce, “Narcissa.”

She pushed him away and weaseled herself out of his embrace. Narcissa ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, slowing regaining her composure.

“Yes, Lucius?” she asked.

Lucius softened for a moment.

“Darling, I’m sorry. I know you miss him. He’s not in danger. He’ll be fine. Come,” Lucius said, grasping her hand. “The Dark Lord awaits us in the Library with some Death Eaters.”

As he pulled her towards the doorway, she pulled away.

“Narcissa, come on,” he pushed narrowing his eyes at her.

“He’ll be okay, right?” she asked. “You won’t let anyone harm him?” And Lucius noticed it for the first time too, Narcissa was shaking.

Lucius hadn’t seen his wife with a sense of propriety or composure in a very long time. She didn’t bother questioning him about the Dark Lord, and as he did, she always did as she was told.

At once he softened his entire body language towards her. For the first time in a long time, Narcissa looked as if she was getting ready to break into pieces. Most of all, he needed her composed to face the Dark Lord. He needed her to be able to block her mind against everything laying in the other room.

He grabbed her roughing and held her tightly against him, stroking her hair. Lucius gently kissed her forehead and whispered words of comfort to his wife.

“Your baby boy is safe, my love. You have my word,” he said gently.

Lucius lowered his head to kiss her lips, and he felt her wet tears.

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Draco found Ginny at their spot by the lake.

“Hi,” he said meekly to her.

She looked up at him, and nodded.

“What’s up?” he asked casually walking over to sit beside her.

“I have something to tell you,” she said.

He grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Shoot. Tell me anything,” he urged.

“If you want, if you need to,” she gulped. “Draco, I release you. We don’t have to be together. I respect the fact that you have a lot going on, and I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Gin, stop talking foolishness,” he snapped. “I’m not going to leave you.”

“I can’t do this anymore. The secrets, the things you can’t tell me…I need to let you go,” she told him.

“And what if I don’t want to let you go?” he asked.

She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder, and they sat there, staring out into moon reflected lake.

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Ron was in the Great Hall when Blaise appeared and sat next to him. He was playing wizard’s chess against himself.

“Hiya,” she muttered.

“You okay?” he asked not looking up.

“Yea, I’m okay,” she answered.

“Good.”

She sighed, and moved one of his chess pieces.

“Check.”

He looked up at her and she could tell he was rather irritated.

Blaise placed a little kiss on his nose, “Weasel, let’s get out of here. There are more fun things for you and I to do than play wizard’s chess.”

She pulled him out of his seat but he didn’t start walking away with her.

“Where’s Malfoy?” he asked suspiciously.

“Probably snogging your sister somewhere, now let’s go!”

Ron laughed and walked off with her hand in hand.

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Severus held Hermione close to him, resting his chin on the top of head. He was beginning to drift off to sleep when he felt her wiggle.

“You’re awake?” he asked moving his head to gaze at her face. Hermione’s eyes were still closed.

“Yes,” she answered softly, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

He laughed, “I’m not going to leave you. I am afraid you’re stuck with me.”

She looked up at him and kissed his grin.

“Severus,” she whispered, “I thought this was supposed to happen on the wedding night?”

“Oh my dear, we passed that a long time ago,” he answered in a silky drawl to his voice. He was beginning to feel heated up by her again.

“Is it always going to be this good? The sex I mean?” she blushed when she saw the hunger in his eyes. He wanted her all over again.

“Oh yes,” he hissed licking her bottom lip. He started laying kisses down her chest. He moved his tongue to her breasts and sucked gently. She could feel a warm jolt shoot through her body. “It’s going to be this good, and better,” she heard him whisper. He entered her without teasing her this time. He knew she wanted him as badly as he wanted to feel her again.

As he entered her, a soft moan escaped her lips. He started to move and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. “Harder,” she told him.

It was as if that was all he needed to hear, and he was all too happy to oblige. His thrusts because harder and quicker, more forceful with each stroke.

“Sev-er-us,” his name escaped her lips as she gripped the sheets below her fingers. He growled and crushed his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, mimicking what the rest of their bodies were doing. She moved her arms around his waist and tried to pull him closer.

The torment was building, higher and higher and Hermione arched her back beneath him, meeting him with every motion. “Argh!” she screamed, and bit his shoulder. And with that he growled, and collapsed on top of her, fully spent.

The made love until the sun came up.

“You’re killing me Granger,” Severus teased cradling her to his chest sometime after sunrise.

She smiled into his chest. “I think I’ll name our first son, Harry.”

“What?” he snapped.

“Perhaps, Ronald,” she teased some more.

Severus twisted his mouth into a small smile.

“I will not be having any of that, love, none of it!” he cautioned her.

She yawned and pulled the covers higher up against them.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

“I could never be cold when you’re around,” she said.

He kissed the bridge of her nose.

“I love you,” he said whole-heartedly.

“I love you too, my prince,” she said quietly.

“Sleep my princess,” he whispered, falling into slumber with her.

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A/N -- I started writing this story a very long time ago, and at some point around Chpt. 21 I stopped writing and never updated. A few people kept encouraging me to finish the story, and I eventually did. It's not the epic ending I was originally planning on writing, nor it is drawn out into a larger epic story, as I was originally planning. Somewhere in the middle of my writing, my plans changed and I just decided to keep the story focused on SS & HG; that's how I ended it too. The writing style changed over the course of the story too, and this is mostly due to the fact that I matured as a writer, and a story I started five years ago in one distinct style, turned into another. I hope you have enjoyed what you have read, and are happy with the outcome.

Also, I recently decided to go back to the very beginning of the story and try to make everything flow more, by editing and BETA-ing a whole lot more.

Thank you for the lovely reviews, and encouragement to finish the story.

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