Blood of the Virgin Witch

Blood of the Virgin Witch

All Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling and to those with whom she has agreed contracts. This story was written for practice not profit.

Taking the Potion


Professor Snape entered the Headmaster’s office bearing the cauldron and its extraordinary contents.

“Did it work?” asked Dumbledore.

“It did,” replied Snape. “It appears to have worked much better than I thought possible. Where is Potter?”

“I took the liberty of sending Fawkes to fetch him when I realised you were on your way here. He should arrive momentarily.”

“Did you brief him on what we were doing?”

“No. I thought it best not to raise his hopes too much. This was such an unlikely thing to happen. I hardly dared hope that you would be able to deliver it. I think that is Harry now.”

Dumbledore went over to the doorway to bring Harry inside.

Harry entered giving Snape a hostile glance as he took a seat beside the Headmaster’s desk. Severus bit back the snide comment that rose automatically to his lips and said instead,

“Headmaster, this potion deteriorates very quickly. It must be consumed within the next twenty minutes if it is to be fully efficacious.”

“Severus, you have brewed the potion. I think it best that you explain to Harry what you are giving him.”

“Very well,” he said tersely. “Potter, I am sure you recall that we were discussing the re-discovery of the recipe for Merlin’s fabled strengthening potion.”

. I. It needed the virgin blood.”

“The blood of a mature virgin witch harvested on a full moon, Potter. As always you lack precision. It turns out that Miss Granger was indeed a suitable donor. Tonight is the full moon. When Miss Granger heard about the potion she asked me to brew it for you. I have done so. I calculate that you will be able to consume four measures of this without risking overdose and the result should be to make you the most powerful wizard in recorded times.”

“You want me to drink Hermione’s blood?”

“Take a look inside the cauldron Potter. The potion no longer resembles human blood.”

Harry got out of his chair and peeked cautiously into the cauldron.

“It looks like baby unicorn blood.”

“It has certain similarities. However this carries no curse.”

“I want to see Hermione.”

“Potter we do not have time to waste here. If you continue to delay consuming this substance her sacrifice will have been wasted.”

“Sacrifice! What did you do to her to get this?” yelled Harry.

“Do not over-excite yourself. I only took as much blood as was necessary. I have healed her and fed her. She is resting now.”

“I want to see her.”

“You can see her when she sends for you.”

“Is she in the Infirmary?”

“No. You must drink this now.”

“Where is she?”

“Drink the potion.”

“What have you done with her?”

“I did what was necessary, as did she. Now you must drink this. It is the best chance you have of fulfilling your destiny and you know what will happen to our world if you fail.”

“I didn’t ask for any of this!”

“Oh here it comes! Potter, you have a destiny! You have the capacity to save our world. No one wishes to see the Dark Lord dead more than I do but I know that I will not be the one to challenge him. That must eventually fall to you. All of us, in the Order, do our utmost to ensure that you will live to fight that battle. Youe toe to acknowledge that you do not always co-operate with our efforts. I walk into his lair two or three times a week and risk my life every time but this potion is the most helpful thing I can ever do to aid you.natinating the blood was the most valuable thing Hermione could do. We con continue to support you but this is the best we can do to ensure that when you face him for the last time, you will be the victor.”

“I’ll consider drinking it if you’ll tell me what Hermione has had to do and explain to me why I can’t see her now.”

“She stripped naked and made an offering of herself on an altar for you. There is a ritual which dictated that she demean herself before me before I cut her. She watched her blood drain into the cauldron and then I left her lying there, bleeding on the slab, while I finished the potion. I took time to tend to her afterwards although if I had known you would give so much trouble over this I would have left her sooner in order to tend to your attitude problem instead. Now drink the potion!”

“You still haven’t told me where she is.”

“She is in my bed, waiting for me to return to her. Our night’s work is not finished.”

“You bastard! You’re going to….”

“Yes Potter, I am. If I did not, then by the next full moon, a fledgling Death Eater will have portkeyed her to the Dark Lord and I will have to re-enact tonight’s proceedings. Of course then I would have the thrill of tying her down and slashing her throat. If the Dark Lord is pleased with me I might be allowed to fuck her corpse while it’s still warm as my reward. This is a war! Hermione recognises that this needs to happen and she chose me because she has the sense to know that I will not shrink from doing what needs to be done. Drink the potion Potter. Do you know what hap happen to the Muggle-born girls in this school if you fail?”

“That will do Severus. I think you have been persuasive enough. Harry, I urge you to drink the potion. Severus talks about your destiny. It occurs to me that it may have been Hermione’s destiny to maintain her purity against all the odds so that Severus could brew this potion. Severus, you have said that the potion is a good example of its kind.”

“It is. Miss Granger’s desire to serve Potter and thereby serve our whole community resulted in, what I believe to be, perfection. The potion is much more powerful than if her blood had been stolen or even if she had held qualms about donating. If Potter had seen her as she took on this task he would not now be showing her such disrespect.”

“I do respect her.”

“Then hurry up and take what she has given you so I can go back to her. I do not imagine this wait is doing her any good.”

“You won’t hurt her will you?”

“I will try not to. Take the measure. Fill it four times and drink but no more.”

Harry took the glass measuring cup and dipped it into the shimmering liquid. It appeared even more beautiful in the glass than in the cauldron.

“Drink slowly,” said Severus. “I imagine it will be a litindiindigestible.”

Harry finished the first cup and refilled the measure.

“It’s not bad actually,” he said. “It tastes like milk with something sweet added.”

Severus refrained from passing comment but continued to hold the cauldron until the younger man had consumed the required dose. Looking into the cauldron he saw that there was still a substantial amount of potion left. He held it out to Dumbledore.

“I think you should use this Headmaster,” he said. “We shouldn’ste ste it and we need you strong for the fight.”

“I agree it should be consumed Severus, but it is your potion and you should finish it. I am an old man and this gift should go to a man who has many more battles in him.”

“I don’t deserve it.”

“No man can claim to merit Miss Granger’s gift. Does that mean it should go to waste?”

“Of course not.”

“Severus, you are one of Harry’s strongest allies. Your personalities are so opposed that it may be years before you come to appreciate each other. You are probably the most powerful wizard of your generation and, as you pointed out earlier, you risk your life every time you go to Voldemoor uor us. I do not want to lose you and I want you to benefit from Miss Granger’s generosity.”

“Professor,” said Harry. “Hermione has always respected you… well mostly. I think she’ll be happy to know that she did something for you.”

“In a few minutes your chance will have gone Severus. Drink it now.”

Harry held out the cup to the Potions Master. Severus took it with uncharacteristic hesitancy and after a few seconds plunged it into the cauldron and drank. Potter had not done justice to the taste. Severus would have been prepared to wager that this was the substance Olympian deities had feasted on. There was not quite enough for him to take the full dose but what he did receive left him reeling. He had a blazing warmth in his chest and he could feel the throbbing of his heart throughout his body.

“Potter,” he gasped. “Don’t you feel it?”

“It’s amazing isn’t it sir?”

“Sit down for a moment Severus. I think teenagers are sometimes a little more resilient than grown men. Take a little time and then you will have to return to Hermione. Harry you may return to the common room before supper. It goes without saying that no one other than Ron may know that you have had the potion and I would rather no one knew that Severus has benefited from the residue. The last thing we need in the Order is any more friction between our members.”

“I understand Professor. I’ll probably need to distract Ron from worrying about Hermione for the rest of the evening anyhow. Please take good care of her sir. I wouldn’t want to see her hurt.”

“I don’t intend to hurt her…I have already said. I think it would be better if you didn’t let Weasley in on what is going to happen with us. She does not wish to upset him.”

“Hermione doesn’t think of either of us that way.”

“She’s still young. That may change one day.”

“I don’t pretend to understand girls but one thing I do know is that Hermione knows what she wants.”

“You could be right, she doesn’t lack determination. Goodnight Potter.”

“Goodnight sir, Headmaster.”

“Goodnight Harry.”

Harry left the office, leaving the two older men sitting there. Severus was calming rapidly.

“Headmaster, I feel it would be dishonest of me not to tell Miss Granger that I have received some of the potion.”

“If you feel that you must, then you may. wil will recognise the importance of discretion. Severus what are the nature of your feelings towards the girl?”

“I respect her… even before today. She stands out from the rest of the dunderheads. I would defy any wizard not to admire the dignity she demonstrated in the lab.”

“Admiration and respect.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Severus, Miss Granger has invited you to take her virginity. She is an intelligent powerful young woman… so much so that many young wizards will find her intimidating. You are a powerful intelligent unattached wizard. If the two of you were to establish a connection of some sort I would be prepared to look the other way until she finishes her education.”

“Are you losing your marbles man? She’s a schoolgirl! What kind of teacher would I make, bedding the head girl at every opportunity?”

“She will be a schoolgirl for the next few months yes, but she is already eighteen. If she had been born three weeks earlier she would have left last year. This is wartime and the final conflict cannot be far away. It would be a mistake to refuse any comfort you might share together.”

“I don’t think that she would want to,” he said finally. “I’m not under any impression that she chose me for any other reason than she could convince me to make the potion. She has a certain beauty but I think that the one night will just be one night.”

“It is your business Severus. Just bear in mind what I said. I think you should go back to her. Use the floo, it’s quicker.”


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Severus entehis his bedroom quietly, carrying a bottle of good wine and two glasses. The room was dimly lit and Hermione lay asleep in the bed. Her hair was spread over his pillows and the sheet had fallen away, leaving her breasts bared. He took in the sight at his leisure before placing the bottle and glasses on the bedside table. Turning he removed his robe before beginning to unbutton his jacket and waistcoat. Pulling off his jacket he dropped his wand with a clatter. Hermione stirred and opened her eyes. He could see her confusion as she registered the unfamiliar surroundings. The confusion cleared as her eyes fell on him.

“You’re back,” she said. “Did he take the potion?”

“He did,” said Severus, sitting down on the bed to removs bos boots. “I feel I ought to tell you… there was some left after he was dosed and the Headmaster felt that I should drink the leftovers. I hope you don’t mind. I know we should have asked you first but time was running out.”

“I don’t mind,” she said, reaching out to touch his arm. “I’m glad I could do something for you as well. I know your work is dangerous. It makes me happy to think you are in a better position to defend yourself.”

“Thank you,” he said, raising her hand and kissing it. “Are you feeling recovered?”

“Yes, I’m okay… a little nervous but I’m okay… really.”

“I take it you are nervous about what you and I will do tonight?”

“Yes. I know a lot of theory but somehow I never imagined myself doing it with a specific person.”

He reached over and poured a glass of wine, which he handed to her. She looked at it and then at him.

“I am not trying to render you insensible Miss Granger. I am merely trying to relax you for the sake of your comfort. You do realise that this whole exercise will be invalid if you cannot find any erotic pleasure in it?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“The magical properties of the blood are influenced by sexual activity and response. It is not a simple matter of breaking the hymen or achieving a momentary penetration. I cannot rape your virginity away Miss Granger. You must actively participate and experience pleasure and arousal. Before you ask the question that I see your active little brain formulating, I will tell you now I cannot dose you with an aphrodisiac potion. You have to have genuine responses, not magically created ones. If you wish me to withdraw in favour of another man I will allow it.”

“I said earlier that I hadn’t changed my mind. I felt things when you kissed me, things that I haven’t felt when any boy kissed me. I wasn’t just shaking with cold.”

“Ink tnk the headmaster may have been right about something.”

“What?”

“He implied that it may have been your destiny to keep your virginity until it was time to brew the potion. It’s too much of a coincidence that you felt the first stirrings of desire when the finished potion was still hot in the cauldron.”

“Or maybe it was because I was naked, in close proximity to a very powerful wizard. I have to lose my virginity tonight and I’d like to think it would please you to take it.”

“It would indeed Miss Granger.”

“We’re about to be intimate. Couldn’t we use first names?”

“That would not be wise. The Dark Lord practices Legilimency. If he finds me thinking of you as ‘Hermione’ it could have serious repercussions.”

“Aren’t you frightened he will see all this in your mind?”

“I can manipulate the things he sees. He will see nothing relating to the potion. I may let him see snippets of my time with you if he hears rumours of you being a virgin. He would be pleased at the idea of my seducing you because he would see it as an action to spite Dumbledore. I can’t afford to let him see that I care for you.”

“Do you care for me?”

“In my way Miss Granger. In my way.”

Hermione put her glass down carefully and held out her hands towards him.

“I’m ready to begin, sir, if you would be so kind.”

He took hold of her hands and manoeuvred himselto tto the bed so he was kneeling over her, straddling her thighs. He let go of her hands and grasped her head urging her back onto the pillows. He leaned in after her and began to kiss her gently on the mouth. She parted her lips for him and caressed his tongue with hers, as he explored the inside of her mouth. The kiss went on and on and on. Hermione felt as if her skin was going to combust. She began to make small whimpering noises in the back of her throat. Severus broke the kiss and drew back to look at her.

He was concerned at her appearance. She was heated and her eyes were glazed. He moved off her, shushing her cries of protest. He threw the bedclothes to one side so she was totally revealed to him. She was aroused. Very aroused. Much more aroused than their interaction could account for. She was dripping wet and he bent closer to her to smell her juices. She spread herself shamelessly for him. He glanced up at and and seeing she was beyond the stage of rational discussion decided to take the edge off for her.

He crouched down and began to lap gently at her centre. It required a significant amount of his upper body strength to keep her pelvis still on the bed. He traced all of her reddened swollen flesh with his tongue before fixing on her clitoris. He toyed with it gently, teasing her a little before taking pity and applying firm pressure. It was not long before she shattered, crying out her pleasure wordlessly.

He lay full length on top of her and stroked her face gently until reason returned.

“I’m sorry,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

“What ever for,” he said.

“I wasn’t in control. You can’t have got anything out of that.”

“You are allowed to have that kind of experience, Miss Granger and for your information I found it very erotic to see you so highly aroused. I also enjoy pleasuring certain women with my tongue andavenaven’t had that opportunity in a long time.”

“I thought that was only something men only did under duress.”

“That depends on the man. Anyway we have a way to go yet. I was a little concerned over the violence of your reactions so I gave you some release.”

He smiled and moved his mouth to her ear, saying,

“ I would very much like to fuck you now, but I will need some assistance removing my clothing first.”

He looked her in the eye again biting back another smil the the expression on her face, outrage at his choice of vocabulary and growing excitement at his suggestion. He bent to kiss her again aware that she would be able to taste herself on his mouth. With any luck it was going to be a long night.


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