Twice Bitten ~ COMPLETED

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Chapter 46 ~ The Outcome (Short Chapter)

For the first time in his life, Severus Snape knew what it was like to make love to a witch he was connected with. As he possessed Hermione, the witch’s responses and whispered words affected him just as greatly as the feel of her body around him, accepting him. His pleasure was deeper than he could ever remember as he stroked the witch, her arms around him, her hands petting and caressing his body, lingering over his scars, appreciating and desiring everything about him. He had never known such acceptance. He was never able to open up enough to be accepted.

Until now. He had to Bind with the witch, connect himself to her. He felt it deep inside himself as he twisted and turned her, his hands memorizing every curve, his mind absorbing every cry, every anguished plea that this be more than lust.

”Love me,” Hermione said over and over, urging him to open his heart as she opened her body. Snape reached for his nightstand, grasping his wand . . . longing to connect. His chance for happiness was stretched before him, brown-eyed and passionate, already loving him.

He was actually loved.

”Legilimens,” he breathed, Hermione’s mind opening to him as the witch cried out under him.

Now he could see inside Hermione, although she was incoherent to anything but the feel of his stroke, the touch of his hands on her body, grasping her and turning her, his lips seeming to be everywhere.

She wasn’t thinking, but her desires were there. He could see what she wanted.

She was in an apothecary shop, serving a customer, walking into a back room where he was brewing, handing him an order. Now, she was serving him dinner as he read over some paperwork. Now they were climbing some rocky slope, with packs on their backs, Severus reaching back to help her over a difficult spot while scowling.

Now . . . now she lay in a bed, a small, squirming bundle in her arms as he stood looking down at her and his child. Now they were in a comfortable home, Severus walking back and forth as if lecturing, three chastened looking black-haired children watching him with sullen, pale faces as Hermione stood behind them, nodding in agreement.

Dear gods. She really did want it all. Not just him. A home, a family, children . . . everything he believed was meant for other men who lived better lives than he did. Hermione Granger wanted a full life with him, to be at his side as a partner, a companion, as the mother of his children with all the accouterments that kind of life meant.

”Hermione,” he breathed as he exited her mind, “Hermione . . .”

Hermione gasped as Severus flipped her to her back and plunged inside her hungrily, his passion taking over. He had to bring her to mutual climax quickly while his heart was so full.

”Come for me, witch. I need you to feel me, let go for me . . . “ he hissed, “I know what you want . . . I’ve gathered it inside me. Now, please . . . for both our sakes, give yourself to me completely. Let go. Be mine . . . make this possible . . .”

Snape tore into Hermione, feeling release approaching as the witch cried out under him. He covered her mouth with his own, swallowing down her cries, sweat pouring off his body as he fought to hold back, fought to wait for her to surrender one more time. The emotion and pleasure he felt was overwhelming and he shuddered as the tightness began, heralding release.

Suddenly, Hermione let out a hoarse cry, contracting around him as she climaxed, bathing him in heat, wetness and exhilaration as he let go as well, the two becoming one body, one entwined soul riding the waves of connection, rising, falling and crashing against the shore of completion, clinging to each other as if clinging to Life itself.

Still gasping, Severus grabbed his wand off the nightstand and withdrew from Hermione’s shuddering body, murmuring the proper spell and collecting their fluids in a small bowl, then groggily climbing out of the bed.

Hermione was still in the throes of her climax, though she was dimly aware of his exit from the bed.

”I will be back,” the wizard said, throwing on his house robe, stepping into his slippers, grabbing the bowl of fluids and hurrying from the bedroom for his lab. Hermione was already bound to him, she didn’t have to be present. He didn’t want her present if the Binding didn’t take. He knew she would be devastated.

Snape moved quickly, while he still felt her inside him, throwing open the lab door. He had already laid out everything that was needed.

He put the bowl of fluids on the counter, then swiftly added the base to the cauldron, then the pre-measured ingredients, quickly bringing the mixture to a boil then a simmer.

He picked up the silver knife and cut into his palm, following his lifeline, blood pouring into the bowl, mingling with their release. He had cut deeply, feeling he needed as much blood as he could spare. A bottle of Blood Replenisher rested nearby, ready for consumption. Hermione hadn’t thought about that when she did the ritual. Finally, Snape stopped bleeding and he added the blood and fluid to the cauldron, stirring the mixture seven times clockwise and seven times counterclockwise with the silver spoon, waiting seven seconds then doing another series of stirs until he had completed forty-nine stirs.

Feeling a bit weak from the blood loss, Snape opened the Blood Replenishing potion and drank it down, drawing strength from it, then began to intone the complicated incantation over and over while picturing Hermione in his mind’s eye, thinking of her emotion, feeling and dreams for the both of them. She wanted to give him everything he never believed he could have and there were no strings, no requirements, no conditions.

She simply loved him.

Snape focused on the incantation with all his might, willing the Binding, willing for Love to show itself and chain him to the young woman longing for his affections.

It had to happen . . . tonight.

It had to.

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Recovered, Hermione lay in Snape’s bed, knowing better than to interrupt him now, hoping that she had managed to reach him. She had no doubt he would stay with her, he had given his word after all, but what she really wanted was the dark wizard’s love. She lay curled under his sheets, still feeling his sting, his passion, coloring slightly as she remembered how she implored him to love her over and over, begging him.

She hadn’t meant to beg. It was just how strongly she felt. He said she had to make him feel like the most wanted wizard in the world. Other than giving herself to him, all she could do was tell him over and over. Hermione had no idea that Severus had entered her mind. In fact, she had no idea of her own dreams for them. They were in her subconscious, deeper desires that had not yet come to the fore. So Snape knew more concerning Hermione’s desires than the witch did herself.

Suddenly, Hermione felt rather dizzy, the room seeming to spin around her as she felt a great pressure within her body as if something were forcing its way in. It wasn’t painful, just a sense of . . . of crowding, pushing. Suddenly, it became the opposite, a pulling sensation and suddenly she saw Severus standing by the bedside, pale, naked and nearly transparent, staring down at her, a dull aura around his body. She sat up in the bed and stared at the vision.

But it was more than a vision as it changed into a white mist and covered her, warmth, connection and a great feeling of Love washing over her before it drew in upon itself, disappearing inside her body, leaving her with a feeling of not being alone. As if she’d never be alone again.

Tears began to fall from her eyes as she sat there, knowing what had happened. Knowing that the Binding took. She knew because, unlike Severus, she was already bound to him. If the Binding had occurred together, they each would have seen the soul of the other before the Binding took effect. But since she was already connected to his soul, she felt the effects that he had not.

Suddenly, the door to the bedroom opened, and Snape stood there, his face somber as his dark eyes rested on her.

”Forever is a long time, witch,” he said to her from the doorway.

Hermione smiled at him through her tears.

”I know,” she replied, then sprang from the bed, sprinted across the room and leapt into his arms.

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