Contracts

RachelW---Thanks for the comment. I’ll check for tense before I post any more. If I slip up please let me know and thanks for reviewing.

H2Ogirl--of course he’s out of character. Snarky bastard will not get what he wants at the beginning. It must be voluntary. That is what all of the “I freely give..offer, etc” hoopla was about. I think Imperious would be a little obvious, and Snape has more than one agenda here.

Kishkitten36--You’re right about Snape’s personality in Cannon. He is such a part of the story that I was astounded when on one web site it had every line that Professor Snape had spoke. In all 5 books with was only about 20. It’s hard to believe that a character that is so essentially a part of the story is given so few lines. Of course to me that means he has a story. WE just get to imagine what it is.

Thanks to all….You made my day.


****Chapter 3 The Binding****

“Hermione, you now belong to the Snape family. You must obey me. Disobedience will be punished as I see fit. Do you understand?” She nodded rather jerkily. She had recovered somewhat but she had cried so hard that she now had emotional hiccups. At least that is what her mom used to call them. She almost started crying again.

Snape stepped back from her and he caught and held her gaze as he said the next words silkily soft. “Hermione, you belong to the Snape Family now. Your status within our family will depend on whether you prove yourself worthy to be a mate to us. A Snape will not accept a wife that has been used by another so we must first ascertain if you are pure, you must be powerful as our family devours weakness, and you must be obedient, that I am sure I can teach you. Do you understand?”

Hermione nodded jerkily. Professor Snape continued in the same low commanding voice, “Please hand over your wand. I will keep the wand and only give it back to you when I feel you have earned my families trust enough to have it back in your possession.”

Hermione reached into her left sleeve and pulled out her wand. She held it in her hands for a moment before she passed it to her professor.

He acknowledged the receipt of her wand. He stared deeply into her eyes, searching for something and then he very clearly and slowly stated, “You will remove your gown. This is to show your obedience to your new master and to signify that you come with nothing. I will provide all of your needs.”

Hermione started trembling. Her gown was rippling around her like she was in a storm.

Hermione felt electrified. She knew it was coming. The disrobing was the only part of the ceremony that Hermione had found in detail. But disrobing in front of Snape and everyone else was almost too much. She stood there with the thoughts rushing through her head. She felt a strange tingling about her whole body. It was a strange sensation and she couldn’t identify it.

Professor Snape watched the display of power with satisfaction. Yes, he had chosen well. He looked into her eyes and almost smirked. She didn’t even realize she was putting on one hell of a show. He must seize control quickly or it might be forever lost.

More moments must have passed than she thought, because Snape’s voice came again, he was still commanding, but with a much harder edge. “This is the only warning you will receive. You will obey me when I tell you to do something or you will suffer the consequences. Now remove your gown.”

Hermione was blushing to the roots of her hair.

Her mind was made up. She really didn’t have a choice. Either submit willingly or be punished and still end up naked.

She quickly slipped her arms out through the plunging neck line and held the material for just a moment before she allowed it to pool at her feet. Her eyes fell to the ground and her arms came up to cover her breasts.

Snape’s hand stayed hers. “No you will not try to hide yourself. Place your hands by your side.”

Hermione let her arms fall to her side. Her eyes that had been on the ground came up to look at Professor Snape. He was staring at her body. If the look in his eyes, and yes the bulge in his trousers, was anything to go by old Snape was enjoying the show.

Quickly the appreciation for her body, she couldn’t bring herself to call it anything else, was stifled under the usual inscrutability of his dark eyes. Snape murmured a spell and Hermione levitated up until her eyes were level with his.

“Spread your legs.” Hermione was mortified even more by this request than the one to drop her robes. While she was deciding whether or not to obey he pressed her body into his. His left hand fell 3 hard times on her butt cheeks before he pushed her back to face him. His eyes were dark, no light at all was escaping their depths and she felt like she was suffocating. He repeated. “Spread you legs Hermione.”

The use of her first name was almost as shocking as the request. Almost. She moved her legs about a hands width. He smirked and indicated wider. She moved her legs about a double hands width. He irritatingly said, “I’m losing my patience. Shoulder width. NOW!”

She hesitated briefly then did as he asked. He made a motion with his hand and she was in a reclining position. He was also eye level with her most private parts. She was blushing so hard she wished she could disappear. She was trying to tell herself this was just like a physical examination, but the imagery just wasn’t working.

Snape was a little surprised when her body started pulsing with light. He quickly realized what was happening was that she was Wish-apparating for want of a better term. She was wishing she were somewhere else. He reached between her spread legs and quickly cupped her. She could go nowhere as long as she was anchored. He quickly whispered anti-apparation wards around them both to make sure she did not get away. This needed to be finished tonight. The pulsing light dimmed, but did not go away.

His intimate hold was producing some heat. From him as well as her. He assured himself he was only reacting to her magical abilities. It had nothing to do with her body, or where his hand was currently resting.

Hermione had almost screamed when he first touched her mound. Now that his fingers were separating her lips she was gasping. Her fear was causing her natural magic to come to the forefront and she could not control it because she didn’t realize what she was doing.

His wand came up and was carefully guidest hst her nether lips and was inserted into her vagina. Snape quickly cast the necessary spell. If he could complete his task before the magic was let loose he would be protected.

The wand was cold and the sensations were new, awkward, and extremely embarrassing. Hermione gasped. Knowing that Professor Snape could now see her and was actually touching her in a very private way, in public, pretty much rocked her world. She started to tremble. Her body heated up in mortification and she felt a swirling sensation. She felt like she was going to be sick.

Severus finished the incantation and suddenly Hermione glowed white from the inside out. A bright white. She had to look like some type of beacon in the dark. Even though she didn’t catch the incantation she knew that must have been the Purity spell. Snape removed the wand and the light slowly faded. He moved his wand hand back toward the earth and Hermione could feel herself coming up right as she was once again standing on solid ground. She was also standing very close to Professor Snape and stepped back.

Severus never broke physical contact with her. He softly reached out and removed the crown of baby’s breath and ribbons from her hair. Her hair came cascading down hiding her red face and mortified eyes. His hands started at the top of her head and passed over every square inch of her body. He left nothing untouched. The whole time he was touching her he was muttering what sounded like an incantation under his breath.

This was not an uncomfortable sensation. It was really quite pleasant…even pleasurable. She started to get a tingling sensation; this one was different than before. It seemed to concentrate behind her naval and travel downward.

His hands had just passed her shoulder and followed down to her hands. As he finished his exploration he brought her hand up parallel to her body. There it stayed through no conscious thought of her own. He did likewise to the other side. He was careful to go slow. This part needed to be pleasurable.

His hands came up to her neck and carefully, sensuously started on her breasts. They pebbled and hardened. A moan escaped her mouth. She wasn’t even aware of it until Professor Snape gave a small chuckle. She squeezed her eyes shut and Professor Snape leaned in to command her to open her eyes. Her eyes snapped open and she flushed a deeper red as she realized his hands were going lower to her stomach and then lower. Soon his hand was cupping her more intimately than before. This was not an examination. This was more of a…gift giving. His fingers were kneading and touching and skimming every molecule on her skin. It was the most erotic she had ever felt or ever dreamed she could feel. She felt…

She felt bathed in magic. She had been touched. Inside and out. When he had turned her around and bent her at the waist she had no idea what was coming. His finger had entered her rectum with no warning. It had not been painful but it had been unexpected. He had thrust about for a few moments before he came back to her and finished the final touching all the way to the soles of her feet. As he stood up straight he pulled her face to his and he gave her a kiss. His lips forcefully parted hers and his thrusting tongue quickly subdued hers. He dominated her mouth. Touching every tooth and even tickling the back of her throat. As he pulled back from her, her eyes were closed. had had a rapturous look on her face.

While her eyes were closed he took another look at the body of the young woman in front of him. Her breasts were full and rounded. Her hips were straight but she had a very prominent and cute bottom. Her legs were perfectly proportioned for her petite body. Overall she was really quite beautiful. He had quite enjoyed ‘marking’ her skin.

If his sons didn’t take to her then it wouldn’t be a horrible fate to be stuck with the little know it all. But first…

“Hermione, open your eyes.” The order was a little harsher than it should have been because of his arousal. Her eyes came open slowly. When she looked into her Professor‘s eyes she very quickly regained her senses.

Snape said, “I instructed you to keep your eyes open and you didn’t. A wizard’s word is law in his home and to his family. You are now family. And as such you must be punished for disobeying the head of your house. Do you understand?”

Hermione was debating whether she should speak, even though he had not told her to, or just nod. She nodded and he seemed pleased. Looks like she made the right decision. Professor Snape seemed to be playing a game and Hermione didn’t yet know all of the rules.

“If you do everything else exactly as I say I will save your punishment until we are home tonight. If you disobey me again I will double your punishment and administer it here in front of all of our guests.” She nodded in agreement.

His hand left her chin and Professor Snape led her to the stone dais where the officiator had stood. He instructed her to lay down. He also stepped up on the dais and when he did it started to raise. Hermione never could stand heights. She clenched her hands and fought to keep her eyes open. After an eternity…in reality only about 30 seconds, the dais stopped. While Hermione was still trying to recover her equilibrium Snape raised his arms and started addressing the heavens.

“I accept the muggle born witch Hermione Jane Granger as a member of my family. She is pure in body and soul and I offer up her virginal blood as an offering to all the elements.”

His hands passed over Hermione and she started. She felt something deep inside her start to twist, pull, and tear. She started to gasp and then the pain was such that she couldn’t even draw a breath. Her back arched up off of the rock but her hips and thighs were held by an invisible force. The pain was intolerable. She screamed. With the scream came a burst of wandless magic. It emerged from her body and hit Severus. It just bounced off and went racing into the night sky.

Severus made a motion with his hands and her thighs parted and the blood started to spill out. Hermione’s head was turned to the side away from Professor Snape. She had no control over her own body and whatever he had done had hurt. When he parted her thighs and she felt the blood trickling out she knew what had happened. And she hated him for it. She turned and looked directly into his eyes. She could feel the blood pooling between her legs. In less than a minute all of the blood was floating weightless above her body. The blood floated up until in was in front of Snape. He produced a vial and the blood…her blood poured itself into the container and sealed itself. He produced another vial and into that one went the remaining blood. He carefully stowed the blood into a pocket after muttering an anti-breaking spell.

In a low voice but clearly audible he said to Hermione. “Would you have preferred for me to take your maidenhead the more traditional way?” As his words sank in she flushed and shook her head as he seemed to be waiting. He gave a brief nod.

Snape then did some very fancy wand wg ang and a silver glow enclosed her body. She hadn’t caught the spell that was used…but she didn’t care.

She didn’t care about anything. Nothing hurt. The pain was gone. She wasn’t even embarrassed. T he funniest thing was that Snape was doing Swish and Flick like a master.

She felt so good.

Snape bent down and he carefully arranged her limbs and rolled her until her left hip was tilted up higher than the rest of her body. With his wand tip he drew a circle on her hip. With another incantation an image of a Snake and a Raven appeared.

Hermione was smiling a rathelly lly grin. Well that would be gone soon enough, Severus thought.

Snape kneeled pushing his knees into her waist. Snape leaned in and said softly, “I’m afraid this will hurt. But no matter what you must not break contact with the ground or me. Do you understand?” Apparently, she didn’t because she was giggling, almost uncontrollably. She must be very ticklish. Snape increased the pressure to try to stop the sensation and get her attention, but it wasn’t working. He hesitated only a moment before he cut his wrist and blood flowed over the image.

As soon as the blood touched Hermione’s skin she shrieked and started to thrash. Snape held her down with his knees and hands. The binding of her body to the dais was still in effect, but he could feel her straining the bonds.

The image on her hip was glowing green and a silver smoke was coming from the image. The image was imprinting itself permanently into Hermione’s skin. His blood had been the catalyst. Another burst of wandless magic emerged from Hermione. It also passed through Snape but was somehow deflected into the ground. He could hear screams of panic as the ball of energy looked for someone to receive it.

He couldn’t help but be proud at the display of magical power. This powerful witch was now a Snape. The smoking subsided and so did her screams. Now she was just whimpering. Snape pulled Hermione to her feet. She could barely stand. She would surely have fallen if it had not been for Snape’s supporting hand. She was looking at him. He placed his hands around her waist and said an incantation that settled a bitter int into her stomach and lower.

He bent his head and carefully brushed her forehead with his lips. He took a green silk scarf and wrapped it around her face. Only her eyes could be seen. He was speaking softly. “It’s over. We can now go home…daughter.”

Hermione could not remember exactly how she got dressed. She thought she was swathed in her velvet green robes when Snape had wrapped the scarf around her head. She didn’t remember the tiara that was placed on her head and reached up wonderingly to touch it when one of the guest commented on it.

Other than that and a few other comments, she barely remembered being introduced to the guests as Hermione Jane Snape, newest daughter to the Snape family.

Her mind was still a little fuzzy and latter she couldn’t tell if it was from the spell after her blood had been collected or from the pain she had experienced afterward. She only remembered Snape telling her to not touch anyone. The consequences would be deadly for them and very painful and long lasting for her.

She was pushed firmly behind him and had to peep under his arm to see the queue of well wishers. There were more people there than she had thought. As some of the order members filed past she could not look them in the eyes.

Remus said very quietly. So only she and Snape could hear. “Hermione it is tradition. No one here thinks any the less of you. As a matter of fact Snape took it easy on you.” She made a small whimper and Snape put his arm up, between the two.

His eyes were feral as he looked at Remus. “Leave, Now!” Remus stared steadily back at Severus and then walked off.

Shortly after Snape enfolded her in his robes they apparated to the place where her parents were waiting.

Hermione and her parents had been warned that they could do no more than to look at each other. Their appearance was actually her parents cue to leave.

When Hermione came in her Mother started to raise her hands and Snape stepped in front of Hermione. Her mother nodded. She remembered the lecture on Wizarding Ceremonies. She knew that if she touched her she would probably die and Hermione would be in horrific pain.

Betty took her husband’s hand and walked to the door
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Just before they placed their hands on the door they turned and looked at Hermione one last time and then the portkey was activated and they were gone.

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Thanks to Rachel W. for Betaing this chapter. Her story You Can't Have One Without The Other is really fantastic. It's a little different, but certainly worth a read for the adults. WE are all adults right?
Read some of the reviews. She's stirred up quite a hornet's nest. WE are all adults right?

Thanks for catching the Heck. My head must have been hurting worse than I thought last night. That word is defintely not dignified enough for Snape.

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