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.


The Long Night

Hermione tasted herself on her teacher’s lips. She realised she ought to feel some kind of disgust at this but she was too full of feelings for this one to gain purchase. His body pinned her to the bed and he had grasped her hands. His shirt and trousers chafed her heated bare flesh but all she could control was her mouth locked into the burning kiss.

After a moment Severus pulled away, smiling as she tried vainly to keep contact with his lips.

“I told you what I want Miss Granger,” he murmured. “Were you paying attention?”

Her eyes flickered and she bit her lip before responding, “Yes.”

“Manners, Miss Granger,” he hissed. “Yes what?”

“Sir…. Yes sir…”

“Can you repeat what I said?”

He slid down her body and began to lave her nipple with his tongue keeping his eyes trained on her face.

“Sir, you said you would like to… to… have med yod you want me to help you undress… sir.”

“You missed… out a… word,” he said between swipes. “Which… word?”

She closed her eyes and covered them with her forearm. He left his ministrations and went face to face with her again.

“I know you know the word I mean,” he breathed, directly into her ear. “I’ll play gently now… you are so new to this… look me in the eye.”

She relaxed slightly and uncovered her eyes. He kissed her forcefully on the lips again and she relaxed even more.

“I’m overdressed,” he said in a velvety tone. “Help me? I want to feel your skin with mine.”

She smiled up at him and began to tug his shirt out of his trousers while he unknotted the neckpieces keeping it closed at the top. He knelt up to pull it over his head. He somehow appeared bigger and stronger without his shirt. Hermione reached up to touch him. He grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her up into a sitting position. Taking the other wrist in hiser her hand he placed both her hands on his naked chest and let go. He sat straight and proud and perfectly still, regarding her through the wings of his hair as she tried to work out what to do.

Eventually she opted to shift her legs so she could kneel up facing him. She put her cheek to his collarbone as she caressed him with her hands. Then she began to kiss her way down the centre of his chest. His breathing altered as she gradually worked lower and lower, shifting backwards as she went until she was on all fours resting her cheek against his hardness. He relished her pose for a moment or two and stroked her hair affectionately before tightening his grip and guiding her up again so he could kiss her passionately.

He took her hand again and guided it to the sizable bulge in his trousers. He held it there encouraging her to massage him lightly while gazing at her intently with his black eyes. She held his gaze although her shyness was written all over her face. He bent forward to kiss her again and pushed her down flat on the bed.

He began the business of unbuttoning his trousers. Hermione didn’t know where to look. Despite her arousal she was dithering between fascination and fear. Fear won out momentarily and she closed her eyes as he sat on the edge of the bed to remove them.

When she opened them again she saw him still sitting there, only now naked. He made no move towards her and as the minutes passed she grew more and more panicked. Chewing on her lip she eased her way over to him and rested her forehead on the nape of his neck, her soft breasts pressing against his scarred back. She wrapped her arms around his chest in a loving embrace.

“Sir, have I done something wrong?”

“No Hermione, you have not. It is me that is at fault.”

“I really need you sir. This wanting is painful.”

“I know.”

“Are you going to make me beg?”

“I should not. This is wrong.”

“I want you… I want you to… have me…. I’ll be locked away if you don’t… Please!”

“This is wrong girl. Something is happening here.”

“I want you sir… I feel like I’m melting.”

“I want you too, Miss Granger and that is not right. I am supposed to be helping you out of your difficulty not…. Move away from me. I can’t think straight when I’m touching you.”

She held her position. If anything she tightened her grasp and pressed herself more firmly against him.

“Not what?” she said in a tone which Harry or Ron would have recognised as an early warning to tread very carefully.

“Not satisfying my own desire for you. There! I have said it. I desire you. Are you not repulsed?”

“I’m wet all the way down to my knees for you,” she said slowly.

She trailed her right hand down over his stomach until she encountered his erection, which she began to explore with her fingers. He too was wet and she used her fingertips to spread his pre-cum over a wider area.

He grabbed her wrist tightly and dragged her hand up to his lips. He licked each of her fingertips in turn and sucked each one briefly. He could feel her trembling against his torso.

“Lie down for me,” he said. “I think we can only go forward from here. Afterwards please remember that you chose to come to me for this.”

She kissed him softly between his shoulder blades and lay down. He released her hand and positioned himself over her. He kissed her passionately and she clung to him. He noticed afresh the incredible intensity of her arousal and decided to proceed quickly. He reached a hand down to her mound. She was indeed still extravagantly wet. She spread eagerly for him and he experimented by inserting a finger into her. It slid in easily and he could touch her barrier.

“Miss Granger,” he muttered. “Your hymen is still intact. This may be painful for you.”

“I don’t care! Please you have to…”

“I will. Take me in your hand and show me where you need me to be.

Was it his imagination, or did her dilated pupils flare even more at this request?

She did as instructed. In fact if she had had more freedom of movement Severus had no doubt that she would have completely impaled herself in her urgent anxiety to be penetrated as deeply as possible. He held still for a several seconds before entering her completely with one hard thrust.

Hermione went rigid and cried out loudly. He tensed himself and fought the instinct to pound her through the mattress with all his strength. After a moment he risked a few small thrusts still remaining deeply seated inside her. To his relief Hermione seemed to find pleasure in this and she began to make movements of her own. She brought her legs up to wrap around him and he interpreted thi a c a cue to increase his thrusting. It was not long before she began to cry out in time with his rhythm and he was amazed when she cried out another orgasm. He gave himself over to his own sensation and was not long in reaching his own climax, flooding her with spurts of warm seed.

He fell down on her gasping for breath and she began to pepper his chest with tender kisses. He tried to roll off her but she wrapped herself around him as tightly as she could and he did not choose to fight her.

“Silly girl,” he said when he could speak again. “I’m not going anywhere. I am just trying not to crush you.”

“I like the weight of you and I can still feel you inside me. I don’t want to be empty just yet. Oh and by the way, I’m not silly and I never have been.”

He laughed and began to pet her hair. “Tell me when I have your permission to move. I purchased the makings of a maiden’s healing bath for you and I will prepare it for you if you would like it.”

“I thought that was a bridal tradition.”

“It has become regarded as such in modern times. In olden times witches were married very young just like Muggle girls were. At fourteen years old or so most were virgins and a mother would see to it that her son knew how to care for her. These days witches have their sexual experiences at the same age they always did but don’t marry until years later and the practice of caring for a deflowered witch has become a part of tradition instead of a practical measure.”

“And you are always practical.”

“Generally yes. Are you going to allow me to do it?”

“Well I am sore.”

“It’s the norm as I understand it. I am told that it takes some witches time to adjust to lovemaking.”

“Is that what we have done?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Did we make love?”

“I really don’t know Mirangranger. I have amassed a great deal of sexual experience in my life but few encounters, if any, involved love.”

“I see,” she said. “I have lots of experience of love but none that I can link to sex.”

“I’m as confused as you are about this. My intention was to provide you with a satisfactory enough experience that you would no longer be a virgin. I was confident that I would be able to do this. I was not expecting to be overtaken by my desire for you. I made demands on you that I should not have made. You were not offering yourself for my satisfaction… I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” she said. “I wanted to give you pleasure. I could not take from you without giving back. It would have been like I was expecting you to be like a prostitute. You are one of the most powerful wizards I’ve ever seen. I could not have lain with a man I did not admire and respect.”

“If you had a clearer idea of some of the details about my life you might change your mind about respecting me,” he said bitterly. “I wonder how much you actually understand?”

“I understand that you’re clever and brave and that for some reason you made a bad decision when you were young…”

“ ‘Bad decision’, seems a very generous way to gloss over my inane youthful stupidity.”

“You’ve been trying to put the mistake right for as long as I’ve been alive. I know you have to do things that you find distasteful to make Voldemort believe you are loyal.”

“How do you know about that?”

“At first I just assumed it but Draco cornered me one time and told me in graphic terms how a Death Eater would treat someone like me. I gather the Prophet doesn’t mention what happens to people before they die in raids.”

“Feel free to name my crime. I have no right to flinch from the word.”

“I don’t wish to make you angry…or to call you names. I just want you to know that I am under no illusion about you … about the things you do so we can fight the war. You are a decent man. When the war is over you will be free.”

“I am not worthy of your good opinion or your respect.”

“But you still have them. If I give you permission to prepare the bath…will you share it with me?”

“That isn’t an essential part of the process.”

“It is part of the custom though. I’ve made you very sticky and I still want to touch you… unless you don’t want to touch me.”

“I want to. You don’t have to do this you know. You are safe now.”

“I want to do it.”
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Later that night they lay together in the warm fragrant bath. Hermione sat between Severus’ legs and reclined against him. They had taken the wine into the bathroom and Severus sipped slowly from his glass as he caressed her breasts with his free hand.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think Professor Dumbledore was right about it being my destiny to stay a virgin for the sake of the potion?”

“It would seem he was. Given the immediate passion you unleashed when it had been made.”

“I’d never had any of those feelings before. I couldn’t control myself. Is that what it’s like?”

“No. I would say that these reactions have been held back in you until now and you’re experiencing a flood of them because the dam has fallen. In time you’ll adjust and have control and enjoy them in a more leisurely way.”

“I was like a cat in heat.”

“You were beautiful though.”

“What if it happens again? Am I going to be rolling around on the on ron room floor crying for a man?”

Severus did his best not to entertain this image for longer than he had to.

“I can see that that would be inconvenient,” he said blandly.

“That’s an understatement. What am I going to do?”

“You could consider turning to me for assistance,” he tendered.

“Is that allowed? I mean we were allowed this night because of the situation but you’re my teacher.”

“The headmaster seems to consider us well-matched. He has said he would turn a blind eye if this experience led to a connection forming between us.”

“And has it?”

“I think so. I have never enjoyed a sexual experience as much as that and I’m not in a position to meet a woman I don’t have to deceive. Unless of course you wish to try other partners.”

“I don’t want to do that. I know that my arousal was beyond my control but I think the way I wanted to express it with you was beyond that.”

“Please clarify,”

“I… when you asked me to undress you… I wanted to see you and then to touch you because it was you… not just because I needed to scratch my itch, so to speak.”

“You are aware that a relationship with me will not be easy?”

“I know… at least until the war is over.”

“Even then it would not be easy. I have done many things in my life that have had an effect on me. I have tastes, reactions and inclinations, which were formed by my experiences. You are very young and very pure to be involved with a man like me.”

“I take the warning seriously but I would like to take the risk. Is that the last of the wine?”

“Yes. I can send for another bottle and some food if you wish.”

She pulled away from him and turned to face him. She leaned over and initiated a kiss. She pulled away as he started to get into it.

“I’m hungry for something else first,” she said. “Would you mind?”

“It would be a pleasure.”


Thanks to all my reviewers.

Susan- We know that Snape has to borrow a Pensieve when he teaches Harry which suggests he doesn’t often use one. I imagine he doesn’t want gaps in his short term memory when he’s in a challenging situation. I didn’t think Hermione would be able to benefit from the potion because it was made from her blood and part of what made the potion was that she gave blood to strengthen someone else.