Saving Miss Granger (Small Edit)

Chapter 27 ~ The Time Ticks Away

Severus woke up about five am, his eyes falling on Hermione who was sleeping on her stomach. The belt was still tied around her throat. Severus’ cock woke up about five o-three am, rolling over slowly at first, then responding as if it saw the naked witch lying next to the wizard and swelled to immediate wakefulness. Severus bit his lip and looked down at his swollen organ, half-raised from his thigh. He glanced back over at Hermione. Well, if she was willing to be his lover, she would have to get used to his morning wake-ups.

Severus had never had a witch to service his morning hard-on, so this was quite a treat for the wizard. His eyes drifted over her upturned ass, and the wizard sat up, turned to his knees then backed down the bed, shifting over so he straddled Hermione’s legs. He quickly slipped an arm under her belly and pulled her upward to her knees, her face still in the pillow as she began to rouse, protesting.

Smirking, he gripped her small waist with one hand and with the other guided his cock inside her tight sleeve and started fucking the semi-conscious witch, who let out a hiss, then a low moan as she felt Severus pistoning into her body and heard his rich voice whisper “Wake up, witch."

“Dear gods, Severus” she groaned as he hit her cervix rapidly, pleasure blossoming in her belly like a flower opening to the sun.

She pushed herself up on her hands, her body jerking rhythmically as the wizard behind her plunged and bucked against her, his ardor growing. A balloon was growing inside the witch, ready to burst when the wizard stopped, withdrawing.

“Severus,” she cried out in protest…gods, she had been almost there.

Hermione felt Severus moving behind her, the mattress dipping heavily for a moment. Then she felt his legs bent on either side of her. The wizard was on his feet, but crouching low behind her. Suddenly he tore into her, making her scream and pitch forward.

“Get up!” he hissed darkly, pulling Hermione up by the belt around her neck and grasping it with both hands as he reinserted his cock and started fucking her hard, throwing his weight behind his penetration, Hermione howling from the ache even as she wanted more. This was a dark, hard ride the Potions Master was giving her, finishing his removal of Lucius’ memory as he possessed the witch fully, her cries fueling him.

“Yes, witch. Cry for me…let me know you feel me,” he gasped, his thighs bumping against her hips and ass as he drove into her, holding the belt as if it were a collar. “Let me know you know who you belong to now. You belong to me.”

Hermione howled at his possessive declaration, his words and his stroke triggering her climax, Severus hissing as her heat rolled over him. There. He had done it. He had taken Lucius’ fire…now he could turn on his own flame.

“So, I’m not creative witch?” he said, pulling out of the shuddering woman and throwing her to her back.

“Now you get to experience me,” he breathed, pushing the witch’s lower body upward until she was nearly rolled into a ball, her knees over her breasts and feet on either side of her head as if she were stopping in the middle of rolling over backwards.

Severus crouched over her, grasping the headboard for balance and driving his cock straight downward, piercing the witch and burrowing into her body to the hilt, his balls pressing against her ass as he hit her full weight.

Hermione’s piercing cry rang through the rooms, echoing off the stone walls as the wizard showed her just how creative he could be, drilling into the witch as if seeking oil, Hermione shrieking like a banshee. She tried to unroll, but his thighs blocked her efforts.

“Take me,” he urged as she began to babble incoherently, his name, curses, pleas, and gasps all running together as Severus fucked her unmercifully, taking everything the witch could possibly give him, shifting his hips and corkscrewing into her…both hands on her ass now, spreading her wider so he could watch his glistening cock do its job.

And what a job it was doing.

Hermione began to shudder strongly, her thighs quivering visibly as Severus fucked her thoroughly, his silken voice whispering encouragement between growls and grunts. Dear gods the witch’s pussy was fantastic, tightening around him as if to pull his entire body inside the witch. Suddenly, Hermione let out the loudest scream of the night, her juices bursting around Severus’ cock, spraying his loins and belly as she keened and triggered the wizard, who groaned in protest as once again he blew, driving deep as he could and releasing his payload, his come mixing with hers and fountaining up around his embedded shaft, the creamy spillage dripping down the curve of Hermione’s soft, smooth ass.

Gasping, he held himself tight inside the witch until every delicious pulse subsided. Then he withdrew, his cock literally dripping with their combined juices, the wizard falling to the side, exhausted, Hermione slowly unrolling, her breasts rising and falling heavily, her eyes staring upward at the ceiling as she drifted back to earth.

Panting, Severus’ black eyes focused on the witch. Had he been too much for her? Hermione needed to know what he was capable of, and his performance this morning was just the introduction to the world of the Potions Master’s passion. He threw an arm over her belly and the witch’s head turned toward him slowly. For the first time since he’d known Hermione, the wizard couldn’t tell what she was thinking by her eyes.

“Was I too much, Hermione?” he asked her softly, a tightness in his belly as he waited for her answer.

If he had to, Severus could hold back for the witch…but he hoped he wouldn’t have to restrict himself. He wanted to be who he was with Hermione, and he wanted her to accept him as such. He wouldn’t always be so ardent…so raw…but there would be times he would need the witch this way.

“I think, Severus,” the witch said to him softly, “that you are going to have to keep a couple of gallons of purple potion available for my use. The journey is awesome, lover, but it’s the pulling into port at the end that gets me.”

She then kissed him gently on the mouth and closed her eyes…falling immediately back into a deep, sated slumber. Severus gave the witch a small, smile, brushing her hair out of her face. Yes, she was a brilliant witch and a strong one. They were perfect for each other.

Now all he had left to do was deal with Marcus.

And deal with him he would.

The wizard slipped his arm under Hermione, who shifted but didn’t wake as he pulled her closer. They could sleep a few more hours.

Then he would meet Mr. Marcus Delaluci on the field of battle…where the best wizard would win.

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Hermione had breakfast with Severus, who tried to get one more encounter out of the witch, but she was done. Even the purple potion failed to remove every ache, and the witch was exhausted. She was going to need a couple of vials of pepper-up potion as well.

Severus walked the witch through his study door and into his office, where he drew Hermione into his arms and kissed her deeply, the witch melting against him. He then pressed his nose into her hair and sniffed deeply before pulling away, his eyes intense as he looked down on the witch.

“What’s wrong, Severus?” Hermione asked him, the intensity of the wizard touching her deeply

“I am memorizing this moment,” he said softly, “It could well be my last time seeing you from my rooms and from my bed witch. If I fail, I lose you.”

Hermione brought her hand to his cheek.

“Then don’t fail, Severus. Kick his piggish ass,” she said, kissing him on the mouth again, opening the office door and exiting.

She didn’t look back as Severus stood in the doorway and watched her let herself into her rooms. She couldn’t look back.

She didn’t want the wizard to see the tears forming in her eyes.

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The day moved along quickly. At about four-thirty pm, the staff, students and visitors began the pilgrimage to the castle subdungeons, where the duel would be held.

Lucius Malfoy was in attendance, as was the Minister of Magic, Lord Figglesworth and the Ministry Council. Harry and Ron were also there, still trying to deal with the fact that Snape was dueling to be with Hermione.

“There’s no way, no way Hermione could be interested in him, Harry,” Ron said as they descended the stairs leading to the subdungeons. “It would be too creepy. Snape? This is Snape we’re talking about here. The dungeon bat.”

Harry didn’t respond as he descended the stairs. Snape had been terrible to them as a teacher, but Hermione was a grown witch now. Things were different. And Snape, as snarky as he was, had good qualities as a wizard, qualities that would appeal to Hermione…such as brilliance and skill in his art. Not to mention maturity. Snape could keep her interested on a number of levels, of which sex would just be one. He was dark, mysterious and courageous. A lot of witches would gravitate to those aspects of the Potions Master.

They arrived at the lower levels, people being directed to seats by Ministry Aurors, the seats surrounding a small, stone arena filled with pillars and mounds.

“I hope the Dark Arts teacher burns a new hole in him,” said a former Potions student, her face screwed up as she surveyed the arena. “I hope he kicks his snarky ass.”

Hermione sitting two levels down from the witch, heard her comment. Her belly tightened as she fought to remain calm and not chastise the witch. Severus had to win this battle. If he didn’t, the witch felt her life would be over. She wanted to be with the wizard more than she wanted to take her next breath.

Eventually, the crowd settled in, anxiously awaiting the appearance of the combatants. Albus Dumbledore appeared suddenly in the center of the arena, looking up at the sea of expectant faces surrounding it. He held up his arms, and everyone went silent.

“Good afternoon,” the wizard said, his blue eyes washing over the crowd. “Today you will witness a duel between Professor Severus Snape and Mr. Marcus Delaluci, two very skilled wizards who have an ax to grind. The details behind this duel will not be revealed, suffice it to say that the situation is of such import, that the two men have deemed a duel necessary to settle it. This duel will be fought according to Cuttlesbury Rules, which means defeat and not death is the order of the day.”

Murmurs rolled over the crowd as they absorbed this, a few audience members groaning at the fact that the snarky Potions Master would be walking away from this, winner or loser. Everyone knew this duel was over Hermione Granger, the Spells Mistress. Albus continued.

“The winner of this duel will be the one left standing,” he declared turning to face a door cut into the stone façade.

“Enter, challenger Severus Snape,” he called out.

The door slid open and Severus entered the arena, hisses and catcalls greeting him. The wizard looked unmoved by the negative response. He seemed focused and ready.

Hermione eyed her dark wizard, the memory of his passionate possession still in her mind. He was fighting for her, for what could be between them. With all her heart and soul, Hermione hoped he would win.

Albus waited for the noise to die down, then turned toward another door opposite the one Severus entered through.

“Enter challenger Marcus Delaluci,” he intoned, and the door slid open and Marcus strode through, wand in hand.

Both wizards were dressed in wife beaters and sweats…trainer gracing their feet. Severus was dressed in his trademark black, and Marcus in white. The physical differences between the wizards was apparent. Severus was lean and sinewed, Marcus broad-chested and muscled. They eyed each other, their faces sober as Albus looked from one to the other. Hermione was sitting on the edge of her seat.

“In this duel, no lethal spells will be utilized. The wizards must rely on their skill as spellcasters as well as their physical prowess to defeat his opponent. When a competitor is no longer able to defend himself, this duel will be over, and the loser bound to the terms of the duel which are irrevocable,” the Headmaster announced to the crowd.

He looked from Severus to Marcus.

“Gentlemen, prepare yourselves,” he said darkly. “The duel will commence when I have exited the arena, and not before. Overstepping these boundaries in the arena can be…painful. It is charmed to make sure all conditions are met. Good luck to the both of you.”

Albus walked from the center of the arena and exited through the side door. The moment it closed, the wizards flew into action.

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A/N: Severus gave Hermione quite a morning wake-up. She’s a tough little witch to be sure…she’s not running. Now Marcus and Severus are facing off. There can only be one winner, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be a lot of pain in the meantime. Let’s hope Severus wins. I am hoping that you will review this chapter, since I would really appreciate responses from readers who have been rather silent. This has been a rather daring little fic and it would be helpful as well as encouraging to know you are enjoying it or hating it. In other words, please review. It matters.