Possesion In True Form

Chapter Four:

He flexed his fingers trying hard to keep from taking the decision into his own hands. He watched as she ground her teeth together and walked towards him jerkily.

“You son of a bitch…” She spat angrily as she walked ahead of him.

He smiled conspiratorially, she was going to be calling him a lot worse when the night was over.

They walked in silence for a bit until they came to a stop at the portrait of Sir William Butler Yeats. “Ah…Miss Hermione! How long has it been?” Yeats greeted kindly.

Hermione forced a smile for him, “Sir William,” She inclined her head in his direction. “It has been awhile…its good to see you.”

Severus rolled his eyes “Venomous Noxious.”

Yeats scowled and swung his portrait open with a last word to Hermione, “Try and get moody Severus here to change his password to something with more taste.”

As the entered Severus’ ‘lair’ Hermione shot a quick glance towards the entrance as it closed. Her gaze anxious and just a little bit frightened. She was in trouble, she should have insisted on a more open place to speak…probably at a better time too.

He stripped his robe from his shoulders…keeping his gaze glued on her. She was wearing a maroon sweater and a black knee length skirt… perfect for what he had in mind.

Hermione’s hands were shaking unsteadily so she crossed them over her chest, she didn’t care that it was a sign of weakness and unease. She concentrated on the landscape art above the mantle of his fireplace.

Severus began unbuttoning his waist coat, his eyes fixed on his prey. “Start speaking.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Hermione replied hoarsely, turning to face him. Her heart slammed hard against her chest. He sat on the sofa staring at her intently…clad only in his usual black tailored pants and his white under shirt. “I was afraid.”

“You’re afraid now.”

“Yes, I know that but I didn’t know what to expect or how you would react.”

“And do you now?” He leaned forward his arms resting atop his thighs.

“Well, no.” She responded honestly.
He snaked out a hand and grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer to him. Her knees collided with his. He eyed her legs hungrily before glancing up into her face.

“Wh…what are you doing?” She whispered with what was left of her breath.

“Tell me… why did you leave?” The hand that wasn’t locked around her wrist slid to the back of her thigh.

She gasped slightly at the small intimate touch. “I was scared and upset. I just lost the…” She shivered as his other hand joined its mate at her thighs. “The only parent I had left and I had the huge responsibility of raising my sister thrust…oh!” She cried softly as he inserted his thigh between her legs and yanked her down onto it.

“ And when you found out you were with child?” His hands yanking her skirt up to bunch around her waist. He griped her ass and adjusted her so that she was now straddling him.

“Why are you doing this?” She whispered her eyes searching his face.

“Is he a better fuck then me?” He asked roughly, as he ripped away her modest panties.

“What are you talking about?” She cried out angrily trying to get away from him.

He held her to him until she settled down, then he undid his pants letting his erection bathe in the dungeon’s chilly air.

“Please Severus…” She said as her head leaned forward resting on his shoulder.

“Please stop…or don’t stop?”

She responded by straightening and griping him so that she now hovered over his cock.

He gritted his jaw and thrust into her. For a few moments the two of them thrust together slowly, before he gripped her to him and stood, depositing her onto the couch, this time with him on top. Severus mumbled something she could not hear before he entered her again this time roughly. For the next half hour or so, he buried his head between her shoulder and neck and banged into her with all of his built up anger.

When he was done he stood and put himself back into pants, but didn’t bother to button them. He gazed into the crackling fire as she straightened herself up.

“ You left me.” His voice thick with emotion cut at her.

“Severus…I didn’t mean…”

“Shut up!” He turned towards her his this time. “You left me. You don’t get to come back when your boyfriend does something you don’t like.”

“He isn’t my boyfriend! It isn‘t like that at all!” She stood up, still a little shaky from their earlier ministrations.

“I said shut up! You let that little ignorant cretin raise my children. Do you think me so uncaring, a monster, that you wouldn’t think to give me a chance to raise them… much less know about them?”

“It wasn’t like that…” She pleaded. “I was afraid! We had just crossed a line that I hadn’t with anyone. I had no idea what to do or what to expect. You hate children. How was I supposed to know that you would want to raise your own?”

He glared at her angrily. “Your not much of a Gryffindor are you? Its called asking. Its not as if you don’t know the definition to that! You sure as hell never shut up when you were a student.” He paused, “ I never said that I didn’t want children.” Severus crossed to her and cupped her neck. “I will get to know them. You will not take them from me again… and this…” He motioned to her body with a glance. “This is mine. I don’t share very well, and just so were clearer on the subject I don’t trust you. I will take what I want from you when I want it. Is that clear, you’re the mother of my children, not Weasley’s…unless you came to me pregnant with his spawn, no of course not you aren‘t that stupid.”

She slapped him, hard. “I will not be your personal whore.” Hermione growled in anger stalking to the entrance.

He rubbed his cheek and picked up her torn panties, “Too late.”

“You miserable bastard.” She spoke as she left him, her anger and hurt clogging up her throat. Merlin what was wrong with her. She wasn’t sure but she did know that she need to fix this horrible situation.

Severus sank onto the couch heavily that hadn’t gone the way he wanted.