Death or Death Eater

One Day at a Time

Severus woke early the next morning still wrapped tightly around his brown-eyed beauty. He allowed his eyes to travel over her slight form, his gaze landed on her heaving chest. Severus wondered what Hermione was dreaming about. Deciding to be a little brazen for once in his life, Severus ran his hand up her side cupping her firm breast. When he slightly pinched her nipple, Hermione’s breathing became panicked and her body stiffened in his arms.

“Hermione?” Severus whispered, moving his hand to her arm, trying to sooth his distraught companion. Hermione whimpered and flinched away from his touch and began whispering, “No no please no. Not again. I belong to Severus, I chose Severus, you don’t get to touch me again”.

“Hermione my sweet please wake up, he can’t touch you again. You did choose me, though I don’t know why, but I promise I won’t let them touch you again. Hermione I love you so much. I won’t let them hurt you.” Severus pleaded, trying to wake his bonded. The Potions Master vowed that he would do everything he could to help Hermione through the trauma she’d suffered.

“Severus?” Hermione whispered, her mind foggy from the dream she’d been having.

“I’m here Hermione, always.” Severus said holding her gently, continuing to rub her arm in a comforting manor.

Hermione curled closer to him, sobbing into his shoulder. They stayed that way until her tears became small hiccups.

“Hermione, were dreaming about that night sweetheart?” Severus asked, tilting her head up to look into her eyes. She nodded, casting her eyes down so that she didn’t have to see the loathing in his eyes.

He leaned down to kiss Hermione, but stopped when he saw the terrified look in her eyes. “It’s OK, I won’t do anything you don’t want, I promise.” He pulled her back to him holding her loose embrace.

“What am I going to do Sev? I can’t even let you kiss me, and believe me; I would love to kiss you.” She lamented, hiding her face in his shoulder.

“We will work through it together. I’m here every step of the way. Anything you need, please, just tell me.” He allayed her fears as best he could.

“I feel so confused Severus. I… I enjoyed some of it. I liked it when Lucius bit my thighs; I just wish it had been you. I wanted to be able to forget everyone else’s touch. Do you think… we could try some… something? I want to be able to make love to you I would even like to talk about children someday but I ... I need help getting over this.” She buried her head into his chest begging him to understand.

“Don’t you worry beautiful we will get you over this and when we do you can have as many children as you want, and you can have all of me.” Severus promised. He kissed her head and they both lay in silence for a moment.

“We should go talk to the Headmaster, now that you are feeling better. He and your friends have been very worried about you.” Severus nudged Hermione slightly before rolling out of bed and grabbing a dressing gown.

“I want to take a bath before we go, please.” She tentatively requested.
“Hermione you don’t have to ask. This is your home too. Oh as for the other… well maybe we can try something a little later and see what happens.” Severus reassured as she headed into the bathroom. Severus smiled and began gathering her clothing from her bedside dresser. He laid them just inside the bathroom door, grinning when he heard his love humming Flitwick’s favourite song. He remembered the start of term feast in Hermione’s third year; the choir was very good that year. Severus’ world had now turned upside down. He found love, she wanted kids, and he got to act even more dominant than he was normally. Hermione had given him a wonderful gift by choosing him and he intended to reward her with everything he had in him.

“Severus? Severus? SEV!” Hermione tried several times to get his attention before she succeeded.

“Hmm, oh sorry, just let me pop in the tub before we head out.” Severus said, grabbing the pile of clothes he’d laid out.

While Severus bathed, Hermione sat at her vanity, trying to make herself picture perfect for Severus. Hermione cursed herself for not paying better attention when Lavender and Parvati were prattling on about makeup and hair in their dorm. Deciding, she swept her hair into a bun and used a concealer with a soft base, it would have to do. Hermione sat about, slowly getting ready for the day. She didn’t notice when Severus came out of the bath room, but jumped slightly when he pulled little pieces of her hair loose from the bun and cast a simple curling spell.

“You are beautiful.” He said, smiling at her in the mirror.

“Where did you learn so many, I hope you don’t mind me saying, girly spells?” She asked, curiosity plainly written on her face.

“That is what happens when your best friends growing up are two women and a very vain man.” Severus smirked, reliving memories of happier times.

“We’d best be off.” Hermione sighed, this was not something she looked forward to doing, but with her strong, talented, impenetrable, and not to mention handsome, companion. She had a feeling all would work out in the end.

He gestured her ahead of him and placed his hand on the small of her back, as they made their way out of the room. The sight of the dungeon bat with his arm slung around a seventh year Gryffindor was odd enough. But to see them both laughing with an easy comradery, was just to much for most of the students milling about on a pleasant Saturday morning. Even the Slytherin’s were confused by their professor, most of them already knew what had happened to Hermione and wondered why Severus was treating her more like a friend than a slave. Only Draco Malfoy smiled at the sight, for they looked at each other the way his parents do. They may not be the most openly affectionate as it seemed Severus and Hermione were going to be, but they held that same love for one another. Draco made a note to talk to the new couple and let them know they had his support. Maybe he could bury the hatchet with Hermione and her friends.

The pair reached the Headmaster’s office, and Severus gave the sweet-of-the-week password. Not many know this, but Severus had entertained the notion of using sweets as his password for his personal potions cabinet. When the gargoyle leapt aside, Severus’ hand went to Hermione’s back. He guided her into the staircase and then to the door which promptly opened to admit them.

“Ah Miss Granger, so good to see you up and about, I trust you are feeling much better now?” Albus asked, gesturing to the chairs before his desk. They both sat and a tea service for three appeared on the desk between them.
“I’m feeling pretty good Sir I still have some aches and pains, but I’ll live.” She tried to smile but the truth was the ache wasn’t a physical one. Hermione was heart broken. She felt that she had let Severus down because she couldn’t even kiss him.

“Severus, my boy how are doing now that your young servant is up and around again?” Albus hinted at the word servant, trying to figure out what Severus’ intentions were toward Hermione.

“I really don’t like that term when applied to other people. Please refrain from using it with Hermione.” Severus forced out through slightly clenched teeth. He very much loved his bonded and secretly hoped that Albus would lead him to asking her to marry him right here in front of the Headmaster. If the Headmaster cooperated, she would know how serious Severus was about loving her.

“Please forgive me dear boy, I had no idea how strongly you felt about… well never mind all that. Ah! Minerva, how good of you to drop in.” Albus exclaimed, as the door swung open.

Severus smiled, happy, now that both his “parents” were here. They would hopefully help him work up his nerve. He only hopped that Hermione didn’t reject him; it would be very hard to live with someone that hated you.

“Hello Minerva, come to check on your Gryffindor and make sure I haven’t hurt her?” Severus goaded, gently.

“Hello Severus, no I am quite aware that you have not hurt her, but I warn you… don’t you dare do so now.” Minerva responded in kind.

Hermione watched all this with frightful eyes. She didn’t want to be the cause of animosity but before she could speak, the Headmaster told her to ignore them as they teased one another. Apparently, it happened all the time and they really did like each other.

“Severus, how will you get out of ordering her about and sharing her with the others?” Minerva asked with real concern for Hermione showing in her features.

“I had hoped that she might consent to marrying me.” Severus said, all the banter in his voice gone and his eyes fixed on Hermione, trying to relay all the love he thought he’d lost in his childhood. She was the one he wanted to help him raise his own family, share all the love he could give and help him be the person he might have been if his parents had lived.

“Severus I… of course… I mean… that is to say…” Hermione gave up trying to speak and ran into his arms kissing him soundly, in answer. Only when his arms closed around her did Hermione panic and begin pushing him away. He let her go quickly, not wanting to frighten her anymore.

“How could you want to marry me Severus, I’m broken.” She sobbed curling tightly into the chair she had previously occupied.

“Oh Hermione, of course I want to marry you. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t. I promised we would work through this and I meant it. I love you, all of you, even the part that is scared.” Severus whispered, kneeling in front of Hermione’s chair, careful not to touch her. The other occupants of the room looked on with parental love. Who knew, maybe they would get that grandchild they’d always wanted yet.

“I want to but I…” Hermione started to say, when Severus cut her off.

“No buts. We’ll take things very slow, but marriage will help with lots of things. The question Minerva raised is a real concern. I have to keep them from trying something like that again. I don’t want to share you, and I don’t want you hurt any more than you already were. Making you my wife also means I can get away with not ordering you about. You will be asked to join me at what the Dark Lord calls, festivals. The night you were brought before Death Eaters, their wives and harems, were in the banquet hall. When they were done with you, they went back and had women serving them or servicing them, whichever they required. Whom the woman belonged to, is of no concern, unless they are a wife. Only her husband can spare a wife from the others. Lucius is very protective of his wife but he is careless with his harem.” Severus explained.

Hermione nodded and almost shyly uncurled herself to bury her head against his neck. Now that it was settled, Severus felt like a lead weight had been lifted. This was the girl he loved and he refused to share her with anyone else.

“How much time do we have before one of these festivals?” Hermione’s voice trembled, causing shivers to run up and down Severus’ spine.

“I can guess at a month or so unless Potter is ready to make himself useful.” Severus answered his own voice shaky.

“Well then it sounds like we have a wedding to plan.” Albus spoke reminding the couple there were others in the room. Severus scooped Hermione into his arms and stood.

“Indeed we do Hermione and I will let you know what we’ve decided later. For now though, I believe I promised a certain someone some help.” Severus smiled and carried his precious cargo out the door.

If the students thought it strange to see Severus and Hermione, walking side by side was something, but seeing their dour professor carrying his student through the hall, was down right ludicrous. They entered their quarters, Hermione still in his arms, both laughing at the student’s reactions to their passage.

“Well my darling, are you ready to see what I have up my sleeve?” Severus asked placing Hermione in a chair by the fireplace.

“We can try Severus, but I make no promises.” Hermione said, nervously.

“I’m not asking for anything Hermione, I just want to help. Join me in the bed room?” Severus called, heading for their room. Hermione followed and when she entered, Severus was standing in the middle of the room waiting. Without a word, Severus took Hermione’s hand and placed it on his top button.

“Take your time love, one button at a time.” Severus soothed in a silky voice. Hermione looked into his eyes the whole time her hands worked the tiny buttons down his robes. When his outer robes were gone, Hermione looked over Severus’ body, re-familiarizing herself with the sight. His shirt followed in the robes wake. Hermione’s hands tentatively ran over Severus’ sides running up, tracing the lines of his shoulders. Severus stood still, watching Hermione’s inquisitive hands run over his body. He was fidgety but determined to let her take control.

A few minutes after Hermione began running her hands over Severus, she got a little braver, moving her hands up to run her fingers over his nipples. Severus’ breathing increased slightly with each pass of her fingers when she pinched lightly his breath hitched and he tensed trying to stay still. Hearing the breathing change, Hermione backed away quickly.

“Its ok sweetheart, it just felt good I don’t expect anything.” Severus’ silky voice soothed her.
Hermione slowly moved back to Severus, her hands resuming their path after a few moments. Fingers lead her to Severus’ waist and gathering all her courage she pushed the button through the hole and pushed the zip down gently. Severus’ puffing breath landed on the side of Hermione’s face as she let his trousers fall around his ankles. Her hands traced his hipbones and moved slowly in to Severus’ now throbbing member. Hermione allowed her finger to trace the contours of him and back up to the waistband of his pants before taking a deep breath, she slid her fingers down his legs until the material slid down on its own.

Shifting slightly Severus sat on the edge of the bed allowing Hermione accesses to his shoes and socks. Once all of his clothing was removed, Severus lay on their bed, the soft bead spread brushing against his sensitive skin. He pulled Hermione onto the bed to sit beside him allowing her to continue exploring his body. She traced his shape several times, skipping his nipples and achingly engorged dick. Feeling a little surer in her movement, Hermione ran her hand up Severus’ right thigh, caressing the stiff muscle, following a path to his heavy, blood filled cock.

“Oh, Hermione!” Severus moaned. She stilled a moment but bravely continued to touch him slowly wrapping her fingers tentatively around him.

“Baby your touch feels so nice.” He encouraged as she began moving her hand up and down on him. His breathing increased and Hermione was fascinated with his reactions to her touch, when his hips began to move up and down helping the friction she was using on him. When he was close, he warned her that he was going to cum and if she wanted to stop, he would finish himself off. Hermione continued moving on him determined to help him off.

“HERMIONE!” Severus moaned pumping a couple more times into her hand. Hermione looked Severus over smiling slightly at the pleasure she gave him.

“How was it Severus?” Hermione asked nervously curling up beside Severus burring her head against his chest.

“Amazing love, amazing.” Severus sighed, holding her close.

“I really like touching you, maybe after some rest we can try something else. I really want to be ready to marry you soon.” Hermione said.

“We’ll deal with things as they come, love, rest now.” He said letting sleep pull at his eyelids within moments they were both fast asleep.


AN: I know it wasn't as fast as the first two but then again the first two were re-writes ;). Hope everyone enjoys I'll be working on the next ch this comming week.
LOL,
~Sev