Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

Thank you for all your reviews. I do hope that Pansy gets the black plague as well, she is a snaggle-toothed hag.





Snape popped back in with Mariah and all hell had broken loose in his absence. Voldemort had stolen Hermione and Draco, the rooms were in shambles and the kids were a wreck of nerves, anger and depression.

Did one single Potions Master have to do EVERYTHING?!

Severus listened to the rambles of the children before turning to Blaise.

“We need to start on this potion immediately. Voldemort will be wondering where we both are, Blaise. If Voldemort can get Hermione to talk, it will be a small matter of time before they come looking for us. Where is the spell that Hermione was working on?” questioned Snape.

Luna handed him the book that Hermione had dog-eared. “I will get to work on this claptrap, and you will work on the potion Blaise. The rest of you, plan a way to get us into Hogwarts without dying.”

The kids all nodded and went to work. Severus had a pounding headache from looking over the spell. He pressed his fingertips to the pounding pulse in his forehead and tried to read the scribbled garbled mess.

Mariah suddenly whispered next to him, “Let me see it.”

Snape jumped at her sudden voice, but he grudgingly handed her the spell book. “Its utter rubbish, an act of pure love can counter the Horocrux. Who sacrifices pure love for a bloody Horocrux?”

Mariah stared at the spell and then sighed for the obviously challenged Potion Master. Snape was clearly a selfish sort that had no idea what propelled people to sacrifice themselves for others. “They have to love someone enough to give up a piece of their soul in exchange for nothing.”

“Harry and Nagini feel that way about each other already. This should be a piece of cake,” murmurs Mariah, carefully reading the crumbling inscriptions.

“Yes well, they are both nutters,” murmured Snape, and he looked at the progress Blaise was making with the potion. “You need to give it roughly, three hours. Everyone should get some sleep; we are going to need it.”


Everybody went to their respective bedrooms to take his advice, except, Mariah.

She sat down watching him stir it occasionally, checking the temperature gauges and coloring. Currently the color was a bright turquoise.

Snape had the same focused glare he had possessed all throughout Potions, but on the teenager version, it was almost sexy. His hair fell into his eyes as he checked the boiler and she had to genuinely resist the urge to tuck his hair back, so she could see his black, hypnotic liquid eyes.

Mariah sighed softly, but Severus heard her.

Severus Snape was sweating bullocks, the beautiful girl next to him was staring at him with a fixated fascination, he had never experienced before. He peeked into her thoughts and jerked as he saw her flushed face, pressed against a wall, as he rammed into her from behind, pushing with all his might.

Snape blinked.

“You are trying to be difficult,” hissed Snape, and he spun around. He grabbed his arousal through the Muggle trousers in annoyance. “Do you honestly believe this is going to help me concentrate, Mariah?”

“Besides, I told you, I don’t want you. Get the hint,” sighed Snape, and he adjusted himself.

Mariah was shocked by how much it hurt, when he said it bluntly like that.

Mariah’s body stiffened with hurt and she went very still. Her eyes closed and her heart ached suddenly. She knew she was a fool but suddenly, with everything that was happening she almost did not care.

“I love you, Severus Snape,” whispered Mariah flatly.

After the words fled from her lips, she felt relieved. The relief came from it being the truth; she had been worried that she would never be able to love again, after what happened to her.

Snape sucked in a breath at her words. So artlessly cruel, and everything he wanted to hear. He clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Don’t ever say that,” commanded Snape with a panicked look, but Mariah ignored him and kissed his fingers. Snape pulled back his hand in shock, staring at her mouth.

“I said, I love you, Severus,” murmured Mariah and she gently touched his hair and entangled the ebony strands in her fingers, pulling him down to kiss her.

“I don’t care how bad you were or are. I want you, and that is good enough for me.” Mariah claimed his mouth, her hands running up to his chest under his shirt and she spread her legs apart and pulled him up against her in a feverish passion.

Snape was really trying hard not to respond, but this girl was driving him crazy. He grabbed a hold of her hands and pushed her off him.

“Mariah! Get a hold of yourself. You are simply reacting to the life threatening adrenaline and my teenage body. Clearly, I am not the sort of wizard that can offer you anything except a good tup now and again. I am cruel, avaricious, and selfish and to be honest, a bit depraved,” hissed Snape with a dark scowl.

“Considering I am in Slytherin, you are a fantastic catch,” replied Mariah, with a smirk.

Snape’s expression grew black with annoyance, “This isn’t a joking matter! I will return to my battered, old body...------”

“-----Which I also find extremely arousing, if earlier events are any indication,” interjected Mariah, her hand dropping to his belt buckle to unhook it.

“WOMAN! You are being stubborn,” complained the young Snape, with a surly look through his long eyelashes.

“Your eyelashes should be outlawed on males…,” murmured Mariah pleasantly.

“Are you suggesting I am too feminine!” demanded Snape murderously.

To Mariah delight, Snape looked deliciously miffed.

Mariah lowered her own eyelashes and stared at his chest, with a nervous look. “Well…”

Snape glared hard at her, and grabbed her arms, tugging him up against his chest, “I assure you I am completely male,” whispered Snape huskily.

His mouth descended upon Mariah’s and he lashed her mouth with his tongue, teasingly, exploring the hot wet contours with a brutality that was definitely male.

Mariah gasped as suddenly Snape pushed up her skirt, ripped down her knickers with one hand while the other explored. His long, beautiful fingers found her center, and he thrust inside of her, his wiry frame pressing her flat against the wall. After a few brutal thrusts to assess her readiness, Snape smiled almost demented with need.

He ripped the buckle off his trouser and pushed them down and he whipped out his cock, pushing past her slick folds to the hilt. He grinned triumphantly possessive as he thrust inside her, his other hand capturing her wrists, holding her up against the wall as he pounded inside her repeatedly.

Mariah lost count of the time, but soon she was dripping in sweat and begging Severus to finish her off, pleading broken cries into his ears as he continued to pump inside, in long deep, brutal strokes.

Finally, for both of them, the end came, in an explosive, brilliant light, and both collapsed against the wall, Snape’s nose was gently brushing up against her ear, nuzzling her as she shook from the aftershocks of his possession.

Snape murmured softly with a glimmer of respect, “Madam, you are positively Machiavellian.”

“And you lover, are positively male,” replied Mariah with a moan of pleasure escaping from her swollen lips.

Snape could not even be mad at her manipulations of him, he felt to damned good. Snape reluctantly pulled back from Mariah. He pulled up his pants, and sighed. “You are exceedingly stubborn. Are you sure you weren’t a Gryffindor?”

Mariah slowly eased off the wall, licking her lips as she wobbled towards the kitchen table. “I am not sure of anything right now.”

Snape hid a smug look and turned back to the potion that was turning iridescent silver in color. “Right on time. The potion is nearly finished.”

“So Harry and Nia ingest it? Then what?” Mariah pulled back her messy hair into a ponytail. She felt sore, but well loved and it was strange to feel this comfortable around Snape, even though he technically looked non-threatening now.

“That’s when it gets sticky. The Potion thrusts the Horocrux out of their soul. I need the others to put up a protective circle, to prevent the souls from being invaded by anything else while there. Then I cast the love magic. However, if I cast the binding love spell between them and there love is authentic then the two missing halves of their soul will fill the other. They will in essence become each other’s half, and they will make up for the missing part of each other’s soul.”

Mariah nodded solemnly, thinking how lucky they are that she and Severus are not required to do this. She would end up with a missing part of her soul, and probably would be dead within minutes. She could only hope that Harry and Nia were strong enough.

She would not be.



…

Draco stared as they dragged Hermione away. His head felt fuzzy, almost displaced. Pansy was smiling so hard, her cheeks probably ached. Hermione loved him. What nonsense is that? Draco rubbed his temple and she turned to him.

“Poor Draco, the mudblood was trying to appeal to your softer nature,” purred Pansy, her spindly fingers clutched his upper arm.

Draco sighed, and stared down at her grasping fingers. “I do not possess a softer nature,” growled Draco, disengaging Pansy’s fingers. “Who knocked her up?”

“Rudolphus Lestrange,” replied Pansy with a mock gasp.

Draco felt his skin crawling at the thought of Granger being ridden by that mangy bastard. What did he care though? She loved him. She said it so honestly. Draco felt strange. Pansy was lying to him. Something felt all wrong here. Draco was going to figure it out.

“Pansy love… Can I see you in my room in twenty minutes? I need a moment to freshen up, and then I intend to fuck your brains out, if that’s all right?” murmured Draco, and he dipped his mouth to kiss her intensely.

Pansy shuddered from his rough, idle, tone. Pansy gasped as he released her and pushed her towards the hallway. Everything was perfect now. Draco was finally back and she was going to get to feel him once again. Just like it was before the MUDBLOOD, spoiled everything.

Draco watched the dazed witch stumble towards her rooms. Draco looked the way of Voldemort’s cronies went, and he quickly walked towards the potions stores. After rummaging for a few minutes he found a practically empty bottle of Veritaserum tipped on its side. “Bullocks…”

Draco pocketed the vial and made his way to Pansy’s room. Theodore Notts walked towards him, opposite him in the hallway and he paused. Notts had been a good friend for the last seven years. Notts smirked at Draco. “Off to bugger Pansy?” murmured Notts.

Draco shrugged slightly. “Perhaps, what are you up to?”

“Oh, I get to have a go at the Mudblood. Voldemort is trying to break her to reveal the location. He figures that endangering the baby’s life through buggering is as good a torture as any, and, we are all out of Veritaserum. They are saying she knows exactly where Potter is,”

Draco nodded slightly, but his mind was racing. He had the Veritaserum in his pocket, enough to make Granger spill all her dirty little secrets. Potter, last he checked was dead. Things happened and he cannot recall any of it.

“Notts, get me in the door, mate,” whispered Draco. “I have wanted to fuck with Granger since primary age.”

Notts looked uncertain and Draco decided to play it up. “I bet that whore has a great sucking power, after all she was the brightest witch of her age, eh?”

Notts laughed darkly. “So, Crabbe is finding out right now. All right mate, I will get you in.”

Draco followed Notts down the hallway and he wondered at the queasy feeling in his stomach. Something was putting him on edge, and he was determined to find out why. To his complete annoyance, it seemed that Granger was at the root of all of this. Besides, he had not lied to Notts; he HAD wanted Granger since primary.

That infuriating little know-it-all had turned into an unattainable, princess of Gryffindor with the best tits in school. If nothing else, Draco would be able to exercise a niggling demon inside of him that had been denied for so long.




TBC - Will post later.