Disharmony in the Dungeons

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Warning: Explicit Description of Intended Mutilation in this Chapter. The squeamish, Beware!


Chapter 28 ~ A Very Eventful Outing

Hermione was in Severus’ lab, putting the finishing touches on her latest illegal project. She had been reading about wand making, and created her own design. The witch had managed to get the dragon heartstring coiled to the right size and sunk it through the wood, then said the incantation that would activate it. Her new wand glowed golden, and she smiled.

At that moment, Severus walked in, and she jumped guiltily.

Severus stopped, narrowed his eyes at her and folded his arms.

“What are you up to, Hermione?” he asked her.

“Nothing, really,” she replied, trying to slide her creation out of his line of sight.

Severus walked toward her.

“It had been my experience, Hermione, to find that when you say you are up to ‘nothing really’ you are in fact up to ‘something really’”, the Potions Master said, gliding to her side and looking down at the countertop. He scowled and picked up a small wooden object.

“What is this?” he asked her, turning the circle over in his hand.

“A ring,” she said, trying to get it from him. He held it up out of reach.

“Not a very decorative ring. It’s just a wood band,” he said, looking at it closer. “With a single point.”

“Give it here, Severus, and I’ll show you what it does…if it works,” Hermione said.

Severus handed the ring to her, and watched her slip it over her finger.

Hermione looked around the lab with her brow furrowed. Her eyes fell on a book lying on his desk. She pointed the ring at it.

“Wingardium Leviosa” she said. The book rose in the air. Severus’ eyebrows went up.

“It’s a wand?” he asked her.

“Yes,” Hermione said, smiling a little.

Severus took her hand and examined the ring again.

“You made this?” he asked her.

“Yes, it’s a project we’ll be doing next term. I just tried it out now,” she said.

“You were going to make ring wands?” he asked her.

“No. Regular wands. I just wanted to do something different,” she said.

“A ring wand could be very handy,” Severus said thoughtfully, “Less chance of losing it, and it would always be on hand.”

He looked at his wife.

“You should market this,” he said. Severus always had a good eye for things that would make money. “Your residuals would be excellent.”

“You really think so, Severus?” she asked him.

“Yes,” he said, studying the ring some more. “I will contact my solicitor tomorrow.”

Hermione smiled broadly. Her first creation. Then she scowled.

“But I don’t have a proper license, Severus. I wasn’t supposed to make this,” she said.

Severus gave her a small grin. “That’s what a solicitor is for. He’ll find a way to get around that, don’t worry.”

Hermione spent the next two hours testing different spells with the ring, with Severus looking on. Every one of them worked. She looked at the wooden ring thoughtfully.

“I think coiling the dragonstring increased its power somehow. I’ll have to look into that,” she said, her eyes taking on the familiar glow they did when she was on to something intellectually stimulating. Severus studied her face. It was amazing how close the glow was to a look of total lust.


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The summer months were fast coming to a close, and Hermione was making ready to return to university. The closer her departure time came, the more ardent her husband became. Hermione had to literally run from the bedroom to get away from him. As far as Severus was concerned, he was shoring up for the nights he’d be without her.

Hermione suggested that they go to the Three Broomsticks for dinner and drinks her last night home. It took some cajoling, but she pointed out to Severus that he never took her anywhere. It was true. Severus hadn’t been to the Three Broomsticks since the last unfortunate night with Catherine. He agreed to take Hermione out, but hoped that he didn’t run into any of his old paramours. He didn’t leave either Catherine or Sheena on good terms. Sheena could get particularly ugly. But his wife deserved to go out.

Hermione wore a white sundress, white sandals and a white flower in her hair. She looked so virginal that Severus was tempted to deflower her all over again, and told her so. Hermione laughed and told him she would play virgin for him when they came back from dinner. The couple left the castle and walked over the grounds arm in arm, exited the gates and apparated for Hogsmeade.

Madame Rosmerta was delighted to see them. Well, to see Hermione anyway. Severus simply glowered a greeting at her and escorted his wife to a table. He looked around at all the wizards eyeing his wife with a grimace, yet also with a sense of pride, knowing he was a very envied wizard to have such a beautiful witch on his arm. Hermione looked absolutely delicious, and any wizard there would probably give his right nut to have a go with her. If any dared approach her, they would probably lose that nut too, if Severus had anything to say about it.

They ordered some before dinner drinks and perused the menu.

“The pheasant sounds good,” Hermione said.

“Yes, if they’ve properly removed all the quills,” Severus snorted.

“Severus! The food here is excellent. You know that,” Hermione chided him.

But she didn’t order the pheasant. She went with a t-bone steak with baby potatoes and asparagus. Severus ordered the same thing. Hermione was right about the food however. It was delicious. Rosmerta hired some musicians to play during the evening meal and the couple had a wonderful time, drinking, talking and enjoying each other’s company. Severus’ eyes swept over his wife appreciatively as she grew more animated, plied with the wine…and more affectionate too, placing her hand on his arm, leaning in, twirling his silky hair on her finger, and stealing a kiss here or there. Normally, he didn’t go for such public displays of affection, but she was leaving tomorrow morning, so he accepted her kisses, flirting and embraces rather stoically, a hint of a smile on his face. He was starting to think he might want to book a room and take her up there. When he asked her would she like to go, she gave him a sexy smile.

Severus called Rosmerta over and gave her some coin, and asked for a room as Hermione giggled. She was pretty buzzed. Rosmerta came back with a key and slipped it to Severus. He decided to have one more glass of wine before they went upstairs. No one noticed the two wizards walking up the stairwell to the rooms above.

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Severus swept Hermione up from the inn table in his arms, not caring who was watching, and carried the laughing struggling witch up the stairs. Hermione wrapped her arms around the Potions Masters neck and nibbled his jaw line, eliciting a deep growl from him. He’d see how long she’d be laughing once her got her out of that dress, if he didn’t just wrap it around her waist. He fumbled in his pocket for the key, and opened the door, walking in. He set Hermione down and waved on the torches.

“Hello there, Professor,” said a gruff voice.

Severus heard Hermione scream, then everything went black.

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Severus awoke in a haze of pain. He couldn’t move. The room came into focus and he was aware of Hermione shrieking. They were in some ratty little room, reminiscent of the cheap hotel flats available in Knockturn alley. There was a bed, a chair and a dresser. Nothing else. It smelled of old booze and sex.

“Come around have you, Professor?” Wayne said.

The wizard was still in his half mask, standing next to Severus. The Potions Master looked around and his gaze froze when he saw Hermione wrestling with Dwayne, who was pressing her against the wall with his body, brandishing a knife at her, while running his hands over her body. Severus couldn’t move a finger. He felt his chest burning with rage as the wizard ground up against his wife, showing her the knife whenever she got too rambunctious.

Hey Dwayne, he’s up! Now you can start the show for real,” Wayne said. The green-eyed wizard looked back at Severus and stepped away from Hermione. Severus could see she had a bruise on the side of her face.

“You’ve made some enemies, Professor. You and your delicious little wife here. First you get to see a little show staring your wife and Dwayne here, then you get to see her die. But don’t worry, you’ll be following her,” Wayne said. “It’s just business, nothing personal. Go ahead, Dwayne. Go to work on her.”

Hermione screamed as the wizard lowered his mask and pounced on her, fondling her body in earnest now. He smelled of sour milk and old liquor as he squeezed himself between her thighs, and gripped her breasts.

“I been wanting to fuck you every since I saw your picture,” Dwayne said to her as he tried to kiss her. Hermione kicked and scratched at him, but he laughed and pinned her arms to the wall, grinding his erection against her and sucking on her throat. Hermione screamed as if he were killing her. Dwayne brought the point of his blade to her throat and his green eyes went ugly.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he snarled at her and pricked her with the knife.

Severus’ eyes went red with hatred as he watched Dwayne cut his wife, blood trailing down her throat. Hermione went silent but her eyes were glazed with horror as the wizard released her wrists and his grubby hand groped between her thighs, seeking her core. He found it and Hermione buckled, wanting to scream that he was even touching her. Tears started falling from her eyes as they met Severus’. His black eyes were full of despair as he watched another man touching and brutalizing his wife.

“You’re gonna be a dry fuck I guess,” Dwayne breathed at Hermione, tearing her knickers away and fumbling with his pants. “A dry fuck against the wall.”

Hermione pushed at him ineffectively as he panted against her. She looked at her wedding ring, then her eyes widened as they slid over to the wooden ring on her other hand. Her wand ring!

Hermione pointed it at Severus and whispered a spell to release him as Dwayne pulled out his cock.

Severus instantly felt the binding spell lift. He raised his hands and hit Wayne with a binding spell. The wizard managed to shout before being bound. Dwayne looked back and saw Severus charging for him, and drove his blade under Hermione’s ribs before the Potions Master could reach them. Hermione screamed and slumped, an ever-widening circle of blood rapidly staining her white dress. Severus roared and flung Dwayne away from her, hitting him with a binding spell as well.

“Hermione!” he cried grabbing her limp body up. Blood poured down her legs and pooled on the floor “Don’t die! Don’t die! Hold on!”

Clutching her close, Severus disapparated.

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Severus apparated directly to his rooms, clutching Hermione and running through the study. He cursed the door for opening so slowly and ran with her to his lab. She was so pale, and her breathing was slowing. Droplets of blood trailed behind her, and his robes were soaked with her spilling fluids. Severus pushed everything off the counter and laid her on it, his eyes wild. He quickly ran to his stores and blasted a hole in the door. He grabbed a black bottle and ran with it back to her. He uncorked in and poured it into her mouth. But she wasn’t swallowing.

“Come on, Hermione…come on love. Swallow!” he cried, stroking her throat, trying to stimulate her.

She swallowed.

Severus watched his wife as her color returned. He tore her dress and looked at the nasty gash, watching as the gore receded, and the gash closed like a zipper, the thin line vanishing. Hermione opened her eyes. Severus sighed in relief.

“Severus?” Hermione said, raising herself up on his elbows. “What happened?”

The Potions Master grabbed her up and hugged her so tightly he threatened to crush her ribs.

“Severus. I….can’t….breathe!” Hermione croaked against him.

He released her and kissed her soundly.

Hermione looked down at her blood-soaked dress.

“He tried to kill me,” she said quietly. Severus’ nostrils flared.

“Yes he did,” the Potions Master said through gritted teeth. “He would have succeeded too, if not for the elixir I made from your blood.”

The Potions Master’s eyes went cold, as he pulled Hermione off the counter.

“Come on, wife,” he said, stalking through the labs and pulling Hermione behind him into the study. Hermione watched as Severus went to a section of books and waved his hand. A false front opened, and he took out a bundle. He brought it over to his desk and untied the leather thong around it, unfolding the crimson fabric around it. Inside the bundle was an assortment of wicked looking knifes. Curved ones, thin ones, large ones. Some had jagged blades, others were serrated. All looked horrible. Severus’ black eyes washed over them with grim satisfaction. He closed the bundle up and retied it.

He picked the bundle of blades up and turned to Hermione, a look on his face that she had never seen before. It frightened her.

“You change your clothes, shower, then rest. I will be back in a few hours,” he said, kissing her on the mouth. The Potions Master stared at her for a few moments, then disapparated.

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Wayne and Dwayne lay on the floor of the ratty hotel room, unable to move. Wayne couldn’t understand why the Potions Master didn’t blast them both to hell. Obviously he was very powerful. He could do wandless magic. He looked at the pool of blood on the floor by the wall Dwayne had Hermione pressed against. The witch had to be dead at least. Well, the spell would wear off sooner or later, and they could get out of there. At least they could get half pay.

Suddenly there was a crack of thunder. Wayne looked up to see the pale Potions Master standing in the room, his black eyes expressionless as he looked first at Dwayne, then at him. The wizard had a bundle in his hand. He set it down on the small table next to the bed. He reached down and hauled Dwayne up, slinging him onto the bed. The green-eyed wizard looked up at him, as Severus began to unbutton his bloody robes.

Both wizards watched as Severus removed his robes, then his white shirt stained with Hermione’s blood and laid them neatly on the chair. There was even blood on his pale, muscled chest. Shirtless, he walked over to the bundle, untied it and spread it open. The dark wizard then turned and looked at the wizard lying helpless on the bed.

“It would have been better for you to have killed me first, than let me witness you abusing my wife,” he said as he picked up a large knife with a jagged blade and twisted it in front of the wizard’s face. Then he cast a silencing charm on the room.

He looked at both wizards.

“I don’t know who hired you two, and more than likely you’ve taken an Oath so I can’t get it out of you, but I have my suspicions. I’m sure you weren’t paid enough for this job,” he said quietly.

Severus put the jagged knife down and picked up one that looked more like a dagger. He began to saw at Dwayne’s robes, cutting them open and peeling them back. He did the same to his shirt, cutting down the arms as well so his entire chest area was exposed. The Potions Master did the same to the wizard’s trousers, exposing his entire lower body so he lay bound and nude on the bed. He left the mask around his neck. Severus made a pass over the bed and four manacles appeared, attached to the metal bed frame and clamped around Dwayne’s wrists and ankles, magically stretching him out. Severus removed the binding spell.

Dwayne struggled against the restraints.

“You stabbed my wife,” Severus breathed, “And I’m going to kill you for that. Slowly. Plus, you tried to fuck my wife. I am going to fillet your cock for that. It will look like a peeled banana when I’m done with it. Then I am going to perform an early autopsy on you. Unfortunately, you will be alive when I do it. I know how to keep you alive.”

Severus turned to look at Wayne.

“You’ll be next. Expect the same treatment. It will be worse for you, because you will witness his suffering, hear his screams for mercy. I will let you know right now, I have no mercy, particularly since you attempted to relieve me of the only good thing I have in this world. Every scream will be like music to me.”

His black eyes drifted from one masked wizard to the other, his black eyes glittering.

“ I notice you both are fond of masks. I assure you, your anonymity will be protected. No one will know who you are when I am finished with you. There will be nothing recognizable.”

Severus gave Wayne a grim smile.

“Oh, and just to let you know, this is personal, nothing business,” he said silkily.

The Potions Master picked up a long thin blade, bent over Dwayne’s loins and started to go to work, enjoying the wizard’s opening strains.

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A/N: Looks like Wayne and Dwayne are going to meet a rather sticky end. I think Severus knows Draco sent them.