Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

Hermione walked outside of the joke shop and she stared down at her shaking hands. The wand clutched in her right hand gave her courage. Suddenly she heard the door open behind her.

Draco stood in the doorway. Hermione took the moment to study his perfect features, long pale hair and sculpted body. He was breathtaking. Hermione sighed as he strode towards her with a determined look.

“You shouldn’t be going. You’re endangering the child with this little stunt,” Draco sighed and pulled her close to him. Hermione could smell his spicy scent flood her nostrils and she closed her eyes as she leaned against him. His fingers came up to caress her wild curls.

She felt so soft and feminine against him, Draco dragged in a deep breath of cold air.

“Please be careful,” he murmured softly and he tilted her face up to his, pressing a warm kiss on her lips.

“Take this…” Blaise’s voice rang out from the doorway, but he was staring dubiously at the fresh snow on the ground. He tossed a rolled piece of parchment at Hermione. She unrolled the parchment, noting it was blank.

“Thanks…?” Hermione raised an eyebrow.

“Mischief Managed and all that,” replied Blaise. He shivered and ducked back inside.

Hermione’s eyes lit up and she tapped her wand on the paper. “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”

“Clever motto,” Draco stared down at the paper as it slowly revealed the Map of Hogwarts, with the moving figures.

“This is how we kept track of you all those years! I wonder how Blaise got a hold of it?” exclaimed Hermione.

“Who knows? He is a bit of an odd duck, if you haven’t noticed,” Draco touched her shoulder. “Go now, before dinner comes. That is the best time. Just go,” he whispered harshly, pushing her shoulder gently.

Hermione noticed that he was being sweet, but she ignored the butterflies that it caused in her stomach. She pulled back from him and turned to head for the Shrieking Shack.

Hermione turned around once and saw Draco still watching her from afar. His hands were in fists by his side. Hermione felt a surge of love for him that almost made her fall face first in the snow. She was a bloody fool. She was in love with Draco Malfoy and it was going to get her killed. Hermione surged forward carefully utilizing the map to light her way.


The School seemed empty in the halls as usual by this time. The students were in the great hall dining between these hours. Hermione scurried towards the back hallways, narrowly escaping noticing a few times. The Map was saving her life and if Ginny did not kill Blaise first, she vowed to kiss him when she got back to safety. First the Library.

Hermione pushed open the doors and noticed that it was empty; classes were not exactly studious nowadays. No academic tests to promote reading anyway. Hermione snuck towards the Restricted Section. She glanced down at the Map, and saw something that made her gasp loudly. She dropped the map and her wand. Falling into darkness the library suddenly seemed ominous.

Mentally Hermione was screaming, it couldn’t be! Hurriedly she lit her wand and stared down at the Map. The name Severus Snape leapt out at her. Severus Snape was dead! Coincidentally he was also standing right next to her.

Hermione screamed. A hand covered her mouth after the first yelp came out and she felt herself being dragged up against a hard male body. Hermione kicked out and threw her elbow into his chest.

With a grunt, Hermione fell to the ground and she took off running, turning only to throw a hex. She slid to the doors of the hallway, but without the map, she could not see where she was or who was coming.

Hermione suddenly felt a wand press into the back of her neck. A silencing charm fell over her and she could not make a noise.

“Now, now Ms. Granger, I cant have you stealing off to ruin everything. Not today,” a silky voice whispered in her ear, and the rich baritone was unmistakably Professor Snape.

Hermione trembled but she did not move further. Professor Snape was a killer, and a Deatheater. Plus, he hated her. She was going to die and Draco would never see her again.

Hermione stared at the ground, wishing she could turn around and see the greasy bat just once before she died, so she could spit in his face. Slowly she felt his slender fingers grip her shoulder and his hand traveled down to cup her breast, with the other wand to her neck. “Still as plump as ever, I wager.” his voice sent shivers down her spine, and a thousand fantasies that she once had came to life suddenly. Hermione turned to face him, uncaring of the wand at her throat.

Hermione blinked at the sight of Rudolphus Lestrange standing there. The shock became too much and she felt the word spinning suddenly and nausea ran rampant. Hermione’s eyelashes flickered and she fell to the floor without a sound.

Severus stared down at the witch collapsed at his feet in a luscious bundle. Bloody Gryffindor. He reached down, picked her up easily, and carried her quickly to his private rooms. Snape unwarded his door and walked inside to his bedroom. He set her down on the bed gently and he sat down across from her and waiting for the witch to wake up. He had a great deal to explain to the girl and none of it was pleasant.


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Hermione’s eyelashes fluttered awake and she knew that she was no longer in the library. She was lying on a four-poster bed with decadent green satin covers and bookshelves lined the walls. Her memories flooded back to her and she sat up with a gasp.

Lestrange sat across from her comfortably in a large, ornate chair. His slender fingers drummed on the arm of the chair in a casual air of patience. Suddenly Hermione wondered why she didn’t see it before. Perhaps it was because Snape had been considered dead and she had no real knowledge of who Lestrange actually was, but it was glaringly obvious to her now that her snarky, Potions Master was alive and well under the guise of Lestrange.

HE slept with her. She had mindblowingly, painful sex with Severus Snape. The thought was enough to make her want to faint again.

“If you pass out again, I may take advantage of your inability to move, so you may want to reconsider,” replied the Dark Wizard with a sick smile.

“You’re vile, despicable…---” spat Hermione.

“--- Etcetera, etcetera….” finished Snape as he rose up from the chair in a graceful motion.

He swept towards the bed and pulled her up to a sitting position. “…You did not strike me as particularly dimwitted throughout school, so let me cut to the chase of this dramatic scene,” whispered Snape, as he drew her up against him.

Hermione licked her lips thoughtfully and nodded.

“You are a lovely and seductive witch, that has ensnared my attention since your fifth year,” Snape gently ran a fingertip over her cheek and Hermione could feel her breath stop. “I took advantage of an opportunity to exercise my lust for you and continue my charade as a Deatheater bastard. I also hoped that Malfoy would see it as a reason to leave you alone.”

His lips caressed her ear as he whispered heatedly into it. “I must admit, I was surprised by the passion you evoked to convince me to help you. It most certainly granted you my respect and… admiration. You were wild in bed and I of course found that entirely too much to resist when later presented with another such opportunity later on.”

“I realize it is entirely implausible that you would return to this place to seek me out, so I can only assume you want something more from my supplies or you would like perhaps, a book to help your quest? You know the price of such a request, and regardless of whom you thought you would be dealing with, you now find yourself dealing with me. Professor Snape, for better or worse. Don’t forget witch, which I can make you wetter then Malfoy ever could.”

Hermione gasped as his words sunk in and she squirmed against him. His tongue flicked out to capture her earlobe and she shuddered.

“You couldn’t possibly expect me to strike a deal with you,” cried Hermione as she scooted back on the bed.

Snape stared coldly at her with a small smile playing on his cruel lips. “Of course I do. Nothing has changed, except that perhaps, you carry my child as well,” he hissed as he advanced on her.

“Leave her alone.” a fierce feminine voice rang out in the quiet room.

The words carried heat and passion and they startled Snape from his victimization. Mariah stood in the doorway, her blue eyes filled with hatred, and she stalked towards Snape.

“I will give you whatever you want, willingly. If you leave her alone,” Mariah said quietly and she touched his arm, encircling it with her small slender fingertips.

Snape stared down at the hand in interest. This was the most emotional he had ever seen the girl. It tugged at his cock. He suddenly imagined her screaming in passion. Her dull eyes alight and glazed with lust. Snape wet his lips, staring down at her.

“No, you’re boring. You wouldn’t even react,” hissed Snape, jerking his arm back from her grasp.

Mariah stared at Hermione with a look of desperation. She was a smart girl and she was helping Harry Potter, the rumors had said.

“You would be surprised by what reaction you could get out of me, Professor Snape.” She whispered, something violent flickered in her azure gaze.

Snape sucked in a breath when he realized she knew who he was. Regardless, this would not be an issue soon. He growled slightly.

“I want you. She does not. You’re not a bad man, Professor Snape, You are just a hard man,” Mariah wet her lips as she spoke huskily.
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Snape felt his cock grow hard just staring at the girl. He sneered at Granger for a long moment.

“You cannot tell anyone I am alive. You will kill Potter if you do. Give him this.” Snape strode over to his desk. Snape unwarded it and reached in to pull out a small pensieve.

Hermione shook her head in horror. This girl could not sacrifice this for her. She refused to let that bastard do this. Hermione started to speak when Snape thrust the pensieve in her hands.

Mariah cut a cold look to her that froze her. “Don’t be a fool, Hermione, You are our last hope.”

“I need potion ingredients and a book on language charms.” Hermione wet her lips nervously and inched off the bed towards the door.

Snape did not take his eyes off Mariah who was breathing steadily staring back at him. “I don’t care. Just go.” Hermione took what she needed from his private stock, which was surprisingly full. It explained the state of the Potions room.

She felt as if she was in shock, the girl just stared back at Snape; she seemed so unafraid of him. Hermione flicked her wand silently muttering, ‘Alohamora.’ As she passed Mariah’s collar. The girl blinked when she felt her collar unsnapped and she looked at Snape’s wand. Hermione fled the room and quickly moved out to the grounds. Hermione knew that she had done all she could for the girl and ran back to the shop with the Map in tow.


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Severus turned to face the girl that was staring defiantly back at him. “So noble, brave, I almost mistook you for a Gryffindor.” His silky voice sent a shiver down her spine and she wet her lips as she considered what to do.

“Well, clearly I am a Slytherin, because I have you right where I want you,” whispered Mariah as she looped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down. Her mouth was sweet, hot and responsive as she slipped her tongue in his mouth.

Snape got lost in the pleasure rolling through him and he felt a sudden numbness all over his body. The witch had his wand and she had used a silent body-binding charm. “I am sorry Professor, but as you pointed out, I am a Slytherin. Besides, I told you I might kill you.” Mariah kissed his frozen expression of rage.

Mariah ran out of the potions room and burst at full speed to catch up to Hermione just outside of Hogsmeade. If she was lucky, she would make it in time to catch her.




TBC-

Poor SnAPE!!!!!!!! Yeah right.. he was a right bastard in this chappie. Love him…


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