Inside the Blackest Heart (Edit, Not Update)

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 26 ~ Reliving the Dream

Snape paced back and forth impatiently in his office. It was going on eleven o’clock and Hermione had not yet appeared to patrol the dungeons area. The witch never missed a patrol. Even ill, she dragged herself through the castle, rousting out rule breakers. Where was the witch?

Hermione had a busy night tonight. She had caught six couples, two snoggers and four shaggers. One couple tried to escape, fleeing in separate directions, pulling on their robes as they ran. Hermione was so shocked she dropped her wand.

“Stop!” she shouted at them, “Come back here!” She felt as if water were rushing through her and the two fleeing students froze in their tracks, turned and walked back to her, their eyes confused. Hermione was flabbergasted.

“What did you do?” asked the young man, still breathing heavily. “Did you cast the Imperius curse on me? If you did, I’m reporting you,” he threatened.

Hermione looked at him.

“Of course I didn’t cast the Imperious curse on you. That’s an Unforgivable. I could be sent to Azkaban…and you two shagging is not worth going to prison for,” she said, stooping to pick up her wand and pulling out her parchment pad.

The young woman frowned at Hermione.

“Well you did something. I was long gone,” she muttered.

“And now you’re back,” Hermione snapped briskly. “Now, names?”

Hermione deducted twenty-five points from each of them and gave them each a week’s detention with Filch for trying to run away. She sent them back to their houses. When they were out of sight, she leaned back against the wall. She had consciously used her powers to stop them and bring them back. She knew it was conscious, because she had never felt magic pouring through her before. It really did feel as if she were a conduit or pipe for the power. She was elated. Of course, there had been a need for her to use the power. She placed her wand on the floor and tried to summon it to her hand without the accio spell. Nothing happened. She still had a ways to go, but the Primordial power was starting to work for her. This was excellent.

In a happy state of mind she headed for the dungeons. All the write-ups had put her behind schedule, but it was well worth it to discover her awakening powers starting to listen to her commands. She checked each niche and room as she walked down the hallway. She passed Snape’s office without a thought, she was so delighted at the progress she’d made. She checked the Slytherin area and was walking back up the hall when Snape’s office door flew open. She was aware of a black form descending on her and being grabbed roughly in a bear hug then dragged back through the door.

Professor Snape held her crushed tight against his hard body, scowling down at her. The contact instantly set the young witch on fire.

“We need to finish something, Miss Granger,” he said silkily, “if you are planning to rain your wrath down on me with your powers, I suggest you do it now.”

He ground himself against her and waited. Nothing happened. She stood there quietly, trembling slightly and trying to draw breath, he was holding her so tightly. He loosened his grip a bit, so she could breathe.

“What…what do we need to finish, Professor?” Hermione gasped softly. The ache between her legs was growing in anticipation. He was going to relieve her.

He stepped back from her, his black eyes looking at her lustfully.

“For the past several days, Miss Granger you have been reacting to my presence like a hippogriff in heat. Of course, your distorted sense of decorum didn’t allow you to come to me and ask me to fuck you again. I would have granted your request. Instead, you did something else…” he growled.

“I didn’t do anything,” Hermione protested as he latched an iron grip on her arm and pulled her to his bookcase, which he opened by pulling out a tome. He dragged her into his study, let her go and gripped both her shoulders tightly.

“Describe my bedroom, Miss Granger,” he said, looking into her face intently.

“I’ve never been in your bedroom,” she said, “Only in my dream.”

“Tell me what it looked like, in your dream then,” he snarled. He was certainly angry.

Hermione tried to recall it.

“Well, you have a big four-poster bed, a wardrobe, a chest of drawers and a dresser. And a wooden chair Oh, and a picture on the wall. Nothing else. It was bare otherwise. The walls were all bare. And your bed had Slytherin colors on it,” she said, concentrating hard. She hadn’t realized she had taken in so many details of the dream.

The Potions Master looked at her hard for a moment, then grabbed her by the arm again and dragged her through a doorway off the study. The room was dark. With a wave of the Potions Master’s hand a few torches lit and Hermione could see where she was. She gasped.

“Quite a detailed and accurate description for a mere dream, isn’t it, Miss Granger?” he said harshly.

Indeed it was. Hermione stared at the Professor’s bedroom in awe. It was set up exactly as it was in her dream.

“But…but how?” she began.

The Potions Master released his grip on her arm. There would be bruising there, he had held her so tightly.

“Apparently, Miss Granger, your unmet need for me found a way to express itself through your powers. Last night I was raped by a double of you,” he said, watching closely for her reaction.

“What? Raped?” she gasped.

“Yes, raped Miss Granger. Sexually taken against my will and left high and dry,” he said in a low voice.

“But I didn’t do it,” she said, “I didn’t consciously come here and …and rape you, Professor,” she said. “I didn’t know anything about it.”

“You dreamed exactly what happened, Miss Granger. And you climaxed from the encounter. Quite a fulfilling orgasm too, if I might say…since I witnessed it before your double vanished,” he said, his black eyes glittering at her.

“Witnessed it,” she said in a low voice. How was that possible?

“I was treated to seeing you orgasm in your sleep. You were naked, and you came. Shall I describe your bed to you? An ivory four-poster full-sized bed spread with silk sheets in Gryffindor colors,” he purred. “And you had thrown the covers off you.”

Hermione didn’t know what to say. That was how her bed looked. She stared up at him.

“So…what are you going to do?” she asked him.

The Professor snorted.

“What do you think I’m going to do? I’m going to bring that dream of yours to a satisfactory close, for me that is,” he said. “I noticed that your double appeared to enjoy having me at her mercy.”

He moved his face close to Hermione’s.

“Is that what you’d like? Do you want to dominate me, Miss Granger? Be in control? Treat me like a bitch, Miss Primordial? I assure you, I am nobody’s bitch. I may be forced to servitude, but I have never given in. I have maintained my independence to the best of my ability on both sides. I assume your double is a reflection of your true self. It selfishly left me without letting me come. And actually smiled when it left me in that condition. I was forced to bring about my own release. Insult added to injury Miss Granger. There is a cruel streak in you that I would find appealing if it had not been directed at me.’

He stepped back from Hermione and waved his hand.

“Divesto!” he breathed. Hermione was instantly stripped naked. His eyes raked over her small, full figure. He swallowed and his lustful eyes hardened.

“Get in the bed, Miss Granger,” he growled, “and if you disobey me, I don’t care if you are a Primordial. You know what I’ll do to you.”

Sopping wet between her legs, Hermione climbed into the bed, sitting in the middle of it, looking at the Professor, her heart pounding at the angry look on his face. He divestoed his own clothing and stood before her, hard, lean and totally erect, his cock seeming to strain in her direction.

Without hesitation, the Potions Master climbed into the bed and lay down on his back, looking up at her.

“We are going to replay your dream, Miss Granger, but this time with a very different ending. If you have some secret desire to try and dominate me, you better take this opportunity to get it out of your system. Now straddle my cock,” he commanded.

Hermione obeyed him, straddling his pale body, her wet pussy lowering itself on him. The Potions Master hissed.

“Damn,” he breathed and sat up, pushing her so she fell to her back. He got to his knees and without ceremony spread her thighs and began to eat her out, his tongue lapping at her with long, rough strokes as he growled. Hermione tried to hold still, but couldn’t. Yet the Potions Master’s ardor was so powerful he didn’t complain. He held her firm when her hips buckled and swallowed down her sweet, musky juices. Hermione gasped and wailed in pleasure as his hot muscle stimulated her clit and buried itself inside her, twisting and rolling. Finally Snape rose and looked at her, his lips glistening. He licked them.

“Still delicious,” he said, then pulled Hermione up to her knees. He laid on his back and adjusted himself

“Straddle me again,” he commanded.

Hermione, still breathing heavily, climbed on to his hard, lean body again, her thighs resting against his, his pulsing cock caught between their bodies. Hermione felt like she could swallow him whole inside her, her pussy was throbbing so achingly.

He looked at her.

“Yes, you want this Miss Granger. It is always so clear on your face,” he breathed. “Go ahead, take it, Primordial.” He bucked his hips pressing his cock against her softness. Hermione gasped, her mouth dropping open as his shaft moved against her labia.

“Take it,” Snape hissed, his hips moving impatiently beneath her.

Hermione rose and grasped the Potions Master’s pulsing cock in her hand, once again marveling at how delicate but powerful it felt. He growled at her contact. Her breathing increasing she positioned his head at her entrance. Looking at him, and remembering his brutal beginning thrusts, she decided she would take him in slowly.

She lowered herself on him, sighing as his girth parted her then filled her bit by bit, his cock stretching her and soothing her with its welcomed silken hardness. Gods, he felt so good inside her. She eased herself down until she rested on his thighs again, his cock pushing against her cervix deliciously. She groaned, her amber eyes unfocusing with pleasure.

Snape had watched her carefully lower herself on him, savoring his penetration. He had bit his lip against vocalizing his pleasure at feeling her hot, wet pussy swallow him, sheathing him in her pulsing softness. That would make her feel powerful, and he still wanted control. She began to move, sliding up and down the length of his cock, moaning softly, taking him in gently but fully. Hermione never had the chance to try anything on him the last time. She squeezed him experimentally, and he hissed as he felt her clutch over him. One pale hand came up to rest on her waist as his black eyes watched her. But Hermione was not looking at him, but down at where they were joined. She swiveled her hips, and the Potions Master bucked up thrusting into her reflexively, and she let out a little cry, and began to increase her speed and power, taking him in deeper and harder, gasping on the downstroke as she manipulated his cock inside her.

The Potions Master was fighting the urge to thrust, but lay there panting, his eyes rolling back as the witch began to bounce on him, losing control and fucking him hard. Not remembering who she was fucking, Hermione leaned forward and gripped his shoulders to get more leverage, fucking him so hard that his body was rocking beneath her. She was crying out now, her thrusts hard and deep, her amber eyes glowing with lust, her lip caught between her teeth as she watched his cock disappear into her over and over, her buttocks bouncing against his thighs, and the bubble inside her building.

Snape watched her transformation as she pleasured herself and him. This was not the submissive witch he fucked last time, this was a woman who was going to get her own. She felt delicious, pounding herself on him roughly. She was almost as brutal as he was when trying to reach climax. Snape was groaning constantly now, unable to hide the pleasure he felt beneath her, his body jerking on her downstroke. He had never cared for sexual aggression in women, he felt they were trying to steal his thunder and pounded it out of them, but this was quite nice. It was a physical expression of just how much she wanted him, and she wanted him beyond him pounding her…it seemed she wanted to pound him too. He smirked, then gripped her waist tightly. He could feel the tightening tremors of her impending orgasm, and he planned to take over the dream when she climaxed

Hermione started to howl as she felt herself breaking apart and the hot clench and honey roll of her climax pulsing through her. As soon as he felt her heat wash over him, Snape began to piston into her, thrusting upward and pulling her down on to him with all his might, her howl turning to rhythmic screams of pleasure as he drove through her orgasm, his shaft sliding through her pulsing tightness as he murmured obscenities at her, egging her on to more pleasure.

Suddenly he flipped her over, and wrestled her legs to his shoulders. Lifting his hips high he plunged into her brutally, his balls bouncing against her ass as he rose and fell, stroking her deeply, sliding her body up the bed with the force of his penetration, digging his toes into the mattress trying to plow through her convulsing body. She was screaming, but he could tell she was loving it by the way she wildly thrust her hips up at him, allowing him to dig deeper into her softness, slamming into her cervix and straining to go beyond it.

“This…is…how…that…dream…should have ended!” He growled against her ear as her head collided with the headboard. He looked down and watched his thick cock bury itself between her thighs, squishing and glistening with her juices, and picked up speed, his hips blurring as he scoured every inch of the screaming, sobbing witch beneath him. He loved to make them cry. He felt her insides starting to clutch around him again, and he drove into her frantically, trying to catch that train she was on and reach the destination with her.

“Don’t you come yet!” he snarled, “You wait for me!”

He ploughed into Hermione, who tried to hold back the bliss trying to burst inside her.

“Please come,” she whispered.

Snape felt his balls tighten up at the two simple words the witch managed to wrangle out between her gasps and cries.

“Let go!” he howled as he rammed into her and released, his mouth falling open from the power of his ejaculation. Hermione exploded around him with a howl of her own, shuddering powerfully, feeling herself thrown up by a tidal wave of pleasure and carried on its crest to someplace unbelievably beautiful as wave upon wave of delight washed over her body. Snape dropped on her and crushed her to him, holding her tightly as he pulsed inside her and she pulsed over him, two joined souls sharing one shattering experience.

Snape lay folded over her, his breathing slowing, his cock still inside her warm pulsing body when an image came to him, of Hermione standing in the middle of a brilliant glowing light…no…she was the one the light originated from, and the light expanded, covering all of Hogwarts, then bursting outward, covering the entire world in its glow, taking away every bit of darkness that defiled it. The Potions Master felt a great sense of peace settle over him. Then, the image and the feeling was gone. He started and quickly rolled off the witch, his eyes round, looking at her. He had seen a vision of what she would become when she reached full power. And it shook him.

Hermione lay with her hands still pressed to the headboard, her hair tousled, her eyes closed, her breasts heaving as she came down from her climax. The Potions Master continued to look at her, study her, trying to regain his composure before she roused herself. Her breathing evened out, and he realized she had fallen asleep in his bed. He frowned at her for her audacity. Still she was asleep and in no condition to return to her room in her exhausted state. He’d let her sleep for a while, then kick her out.

The Potions Master roughly shoved her over to the left side of the bed. Hermione groaned, curled into a fetal position, and continued to sleep. He looked at the sleeping witch with glittering eyes and scowled, then turned over and faced away from her. He felt uncomfortable forced to lie on one side of his bed. This was his bed. He had never shared it with anyone. He turned and looked at Hermione again. She looked almost angelic, her hair falling softly around her face, which had a slight glow.

Snape snorted. She would glow. He had just given her two amazing orgasms after all. He turned back over, trying to get comfortable. Normally he lay splay-legged and relaxed in the center of the bed, his long limbs extended comfortably. Shit. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, the Potions Master drifted off into an uneasy, uncomfortable sleep.

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A/N: Poor Snape. He’s used to kicking ‘em to the curb. Hooray for Hermione using her power for the first time consciously. And for going for hers with Snape. Please review.