Professor, You're Mine!

Lucius Malfoy was sitting at his large oak desk in his study when Draco’s owl tapped on the window. Lucius frowned at the interruption and wondered what his sniveling child wanted now. He had spent too many years tied to his mother’s apron strings and now he was spoiled and selfish. Draco wasn’t turning out to be the man that he hoped he would be. Lucius seriously doubted that Draco could cast a cruciatus and mean it, let alone participate in a death eaters revel and use the Avada. He deeply sighed and stood up and walked to the window. He eased it open and impatiently waited while the owl stuck its foot out.



Lucius quickly untied the rolled parchment and then slammed the window back down, barely giving the bird time to retract its foot. He sat back down in his comfortable chair and unrolled the parchment. His eyes shot to his hairline when he read the words.



Dear Father,

It was announced today that Hermione Granger is not in fact a Mudblood, but is the daughter of a pureblood family. She has just came into a Veela inheritance and you will never guess whom here mate turned out to be. Uncle Severus! She grabbed him in the great hall and snogged him for the entire school to see. Uncle Sev stormed out of the room in anger and she told him that he was hers! The entire school was in shock! I will keep you updated on whatever else happens.



Your loyal son,

Draco



The Mudblood sidekick of Harry Potter was not a Mudblood after all. What family could she have came from. He stood and walked to his shelf and pulled out a book entitled, Great Britain’s Family Book of Magical Inheritances. It would list each family by which magical inheritance that ran in their line. He sat down on the arm of the chair closest to him and flipped it open, quickly scanning the index. He found Veela and then flipped it to page sixty-seven. He flipped through the pages until he found the right one and slowly read the names. There were only six listed. Andressen, Crabe, Goetz, McNair, Prewitt, and Vrestra.



He set the book back on the shelf and thought for a moment. The Andressen family was all but extinct, there was only one old spinster left so he quickly discarded them. He knew for a fact that the Crabe family didn’t have any daughters, that family bred true of one son each generation. Goetz was a possibility as the last generation had three daughters, two of which were squibs that disappeared into the Muggle world. He briefly remembered McNair had a younger sister who was a squib and was sent to a Muggle orphanage when their parents died. The Prewitt’s couldn’t have been it as they had twin sons and then Molly Weasley. The twins died years ago and Molly wouldn’t have been able to produce to children in the same year, one in September and one in March. He tried to think about what he knew about the Vrestra family, but they had become recluse and stopped coming into society. Lucius believed that it was too many years of inbreeding. Besides that, if he remembered correctly, they were black. Miss Granger definitely was Caucasian.



Lucius walked back to his desk and sat down, picking up his quill and a clean sheet of parchment.



Draco,

Watch Miss Granger and Severus and keep me informed as to their activities. Do what you can to find out what family she comes from, and I will do the same. I am guessing that it would be either Goetz or McNair. I will consult with both families and see what I can learn.

Father



He rolled the parchment up and set it aside for a moment. He debated on whether or not to inform his Lord. He knew that he would want to know, but he would be irate that Lucius would give him only half information. He decided to try and figure out what family the Granger chit came from before approaching his Lord. He pulled another sheet of parchment out and quickly wrote another missive.



McNair,



I need to immediately meet with you regarding an urgent matter. Present yourself to the manor as soon as you can.



Malfoy



As Walden McNair was part of the inner circle with him he knew that he would immediately respond. He thought about requesting a meeting with the Goetz patriarch but decided to wait until he could rule out the McNair family. He knew that McNair was raised by his parental grandfather and that the old man was on deaths door. He had been spending time at the old mans bedside trying to ease his last moments. He knew that McNair held no love for the man, but he was trying to put on a show until the final will was read. He wondered if he shouldn’t just floo him instead of sending an owl.



Lucius crumpled the message and tossed it into his wastebasket. He stood and walked to the roaring fireplace, reaching above on the mantle for a the Hammersley porcelain dish that he kept his floo powder in. He grabbed a handful a handful of the yellow powder and tossed it into the flames. “McNair!” he shouted.



A few seconds later a study was shown with a house elf standing before the fireplace. “Yes sir, can I help you sir?” the subservient creature asked bowing low to the carpets.



“Go get your master!” he hissed. He had no time for speaking with servants.



“Yes, sir,” it said bowing again and disappearing.



Lucius impatiently stood in front of his fireplace waiting for McNair to arrive. He hated to wait for anything and it put him in a foul mood.

“Lucius,” Walden McNair said a moment later, having apparated into the room from his grandfather’s bedroom. He went to the cabinet and poured himself a glass of firewhiskey. “What can I do for you?”



“Come through, we need to talk,” he said stepping back.



A second later the flames roared and McNair stepped through, brushing the soot from his robes. He looked at Lucius with raised eyebrows.



“Sit!” he hissed.



“I don’t have much time, Lucius. I need to stay with my grandfather until the end,” he said sitting down. “If the solicitors find that I have left his side, I’ll be disowned and my disgusting sister will inherit!”



“I thought that your sister was a squib?” he asked, happy that the man brought the subject up on his own without Lucius having to give his hand away.



“She is. When my parents died grandfather sent her to a Muggle orphanage. Apparently the old bastard has felt regret every since and has decided to write her into his will. How much she gets depends on how I behave,” the man sneered.



“Why the sudden remorse?”



“Apparently she bred a daughter who turned out to be a witch. Grandfather decided that the Squibs get should get something out of the McNair fortunes.”



“You have a niece? How old is she?” he demanded. He was sure that it must be Granger.



“How the hell do I know! Like I would concern myself with a Squib and her child. When Jane was sent away it was the happiest day of my life. My parents didn’t think there was anything wrong with a Squib daughter, but I sure did!”



“When was the last time you saw your sister?”



McNair looked up startled. Lucius was too curious about the squib. “What’s going on Malfoy? Why did you bring me here?”



“Read this,” Lucius said handing Walden the missive from Draco.



McNair quickly scanned the message and then paled. “You don’t think?” he asked in shock.



“Her name is Hermione Jane Granger. You said your sister’s name was Jane. She’s a Veela, which runs in your family. Her parents are supposedly Muggles, but everyone knows that Veelas can only come from a magical line.”



“I’ll be damned,” he said in shock. “I never thought that the Veela gene would pass to a squib,” he said.



“Our Lord will want to be aware of this. She could be the answer to retrieving Potter.”



McNair nodded. “Grandfather has a file on the squib in his desk, I’ll look through it and see what I can find.”



“You do know, that if she is your niece, and her parents were to die before she marries, you would be her guardian?” Lucius said, planting the seeds in the obtuse man’s brain.



“She’ll have to bond with her mate within seven days to keep from dying,” he said.



“Yes, but a lot can happen within seven days. Once we have her, it won’t matter if she bonds or not.”



McNair smiled at that. The last thing he wanted was to have a half-breed niece around to take part of his inheritance. Not to mention, the Dark Lord would reward him if he presented him the means to getting Harry Potter. He stood and walked back to the floo. “I’ll let you know what I find out,” he said.



Lucius smiled as he watched McNair leave. If Granger turned out to be a McNair she was as good as dead, and they would soon have Harry Potter right where they wanted him. Dead, lying in the ground beside his parents.







Hermione hummed on her way to the owlery. Her mother would be happy that she found her mate, but sad that she would be marrying so soon. She knew that her mother wouldn’t be happy that her future son-in-law was so much older than her daughter, not to mention one of her professors, but she didn’t care. She knew that they were intellectually matched and their lives would never be boring.



She turned the corner to head towards the stairs to the tower when she smelled that scent again. Severus was close by. She looked to her right, and then to her left, and realized that he was down the stairway. She followed her nose and quickly walked down the stones steps. She turned around a corner and followed another set of steps down to the dungeon. Just ahead of her she saw him walking in the same direction as her. “Severus!” she called.



He stopped and slowly turned around with a scowl on his face. “What are you doing down here, Granger?” he hissed. The last thing that he needed was that hot-blooded teenager after him right now. He was still feeling the effects of the alcohol and didn’t think he was strong enough to fight her off. “Isn’t it past curfew yet?”



She continued to walk up to him and stopped when she was within an inch of him. “It is still early, Severus,” she purred, reaching up to rub her hand on his chest.



“I did not give you leave to touch me, nor did I give consent for you to use my first name! Fifty points for each transgression, Miss Granger!” he said grabbing her hands and holding them in one of his.



She smiled shamelessly at him and pushed her body up against his. “Severus,” she said standing on her tiptoes and running her tongue along his lips. “I like to touch you,” she said as she lightly nibbled on his bottom lip.



Severus bit back the moan that threatened to erupt form deep in his throat. He tried to step back from her but found he couldn’t while he still held her hands clutched tightly in his. He dropped her hand and backed up quickly. “Immediately return to you room, Miss Granger!” he said storming off.



She grinned and then followed him. He went into a hidden doorway and the door disappeared again when he closed it. She smiled and flicked her wand at it, illuminating the hidden entryway. He wasn’t going to get rid of her that easily. She turned the knob and stepped through, gently closing the door behind her.



She quietly stood there and watched as he angrily shrugged off his cloak and then unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt. She saw him storm to a small cabinet and pull out a bottle of firewhiskey, and then without even reaching for a glass he tipped his head back and allowed the liquid to pour into his mouth. She watched his throat swallow and then smiled when he slammed down the bottle and muttered, “Damned horny wench!” before flopping himself into an overstuffed chair and tipping his head back and closing his eyes.



She quietly removed her cloak and let it drop where she stood. She slipped out of her shoes and then removed her tie and vest, and then unbuttoned the first several buttons of her blouse until her lacy bra and heavy cleavage showed. She pushed on the sides of her breasts adjusting herself to make sure that her full breasts stood out to their best advantage and then quietly walked over to him.



She stood above him smiling for a moment and then she leaned down, putting her hands on the arms of the chair and lowered her lips softly to his. His eyes burst open and he gasped, and she thrust her tongue into his mouth and moved onto the chair with him, straddling his lap. She pulled his face closer to her and ground her lips against his while rubbing her chest against him.



“Stop,” he hissed. He could feel his traitorous body responding to her ministrations and he hated himself for it. All of his life he prided himself on his self control, and the moment this little minx decided that she wanted him he lost all his inhibitions. He was starting to forget that she was a student and he was her professor. He couldn’t remember anything as he hot, wet tongue swirled itself around in his mouth. She ground her hips down hard against his arousal and he reached out and grabbed her waist. She was so tiny and he didn’t want to hurt her. He lowered his hands and squeezed her full backside as she continued to torture him with her hot body.



She pulled back and looked into his flaming brown eyes and smiled seductively at him. She leaned down and ran her tongue along his jaw line and around to his ear where she nibbled at the lobe before saying breathily, “You’re mine,” and then licking it with her hot tongue.



“Gods!” he moaned when he felt her small hands reach up and unbutton his shirt. He didn’t have the will to stop her. He could only sit there in stunned silence and allow her to push him further over the edge of arousal. He knew that he should stop her, but he couldn’t. He needed to feel her touch, smell her arousal, taste her sweet lips as they crashed into his again.



She reached her hands into his shirt and rubbed them softly over he lightly matted hair. She could feel the rippling muscles beneath his taunt skin and she felt the wetness pool up in her nether regions. She pushed his shirt aside and leaned forward and took a round nipple into her mouth and slowly suckled it. She felt him tremor and she smiled. Using her teeth she gently bit it and heard him hiss. She ground her bottom against his erect cock and she knew that she had him.



Severus could feel the leg of his pants dampen and he almost picked her up and carried her to his bed in that moment. He would have if he hadn’t felt her hand slip beneath his waistband and wrap around his throbbing member. “God’s, Granger! Do you know what you’re doing??” he raped.



“I know exactly what I’m doing, Severus,” she said, taking him into her hand and stroking.



Severus almost came when he felt her soft touch. It had been years since he had felt the soft touch of a witch’s hand on his cock. He hadn’t allowed himself to get close to anyone, knowing that he would only be placing them in danger if he did. He felt as if his whole world was coming undone by the little witch that was grinding herself on his lap and fondling his cock. He thrust his hips up to meet her and cried out when her fingers found his tightening sac. “Stop!” he cried. “You’ll make me cum!” he hissed.



Hermione grinned. “That is what I want to do,” she said. She released him and pulled her hand free. She heard his sigh of release and then smirked when he hissed as he felt her unbuckling his belt and then his trousers. She scooted off his lap and yanked his pants down, leaving him bare to her sight. “You’re beautiful, Severus,” she whispered in awe.



“Hermione,” he groaned, not realizing that he called her by her first name.



She kneeled down in front of him and lightly kissed his belly and then his thighs. She gently kissed him everywhere but the place that he was aching to feel her. He could feel her hot breath as she skimmed across his cock, completely ignoring it while she saturated him with feather light kisses everywhere else. He thrust his hips up trying to get her to take him in her delectable little mouth but she continued to ignore him. She ran her hands across his chest and belly, gently touching his heated skin everywhere. She left wet trails of kisses on his inner thighs and around his pubic hair, but she still ignored his manhood.



Severus couldn’t take it any longer. He pushed her away and stood, scooping her up into his arms and taking her to the sofa. He gently dropped her onto the soft cushions and yanked her shirt off of her, ignoring the buttons that went scattering across the floor. He marveled at her full round breasts that were bursting from her bra. He reached down into his pocket of his pants that were still attached to his ankles and flicked his wand at her. She was soon bare from the waist up. He flicked his wand again and stood before her naked.



She moaned in pleasure when she got to see her mate fully naked. She almost screamed out in ecstasy when his hot lips took her pert nipple into his mouth. She felt his calloused hand reach out and cup her other breast. She had never had anyone touch her in such an intimate way before. She had never felt such pure physical desire as she did at this moment. She needed him like she needed the air to breath. She had to taste him, touch him, and be consumed by him.



He reached his hand down her thigh and felt her silky smooth skin. He ran his tongue a long her neck and gently nibbled at the hollow spot above her collarbone. He heard her cry out and felt her thrust her hips forward. He reached his hand down between her splayed legs and ran his fingers over her sopping center. He pushed aside the flimsy fabric and felt the wet heat radiating from her core. He slipped a finger into her tight channel and she screamed out in ecstasy. He used his thumb and rubbed her swollen nub while he stroked her slick channel. He could feel her muscles tighten around him and knew that she was already close. He yanked her panties off of her and pushed her legs further apart. He lowered his body in front of her and buried his face in her wet folds.



“Severus!” she screeched. “Oh gods! Oh gods!” she cried. She had never felt such deep and intense pleasure. She could feel her body reaching for something unexplainable and she felt herself thrusting her hips against his mouth, searching. She felt as his tongue lapped up her wetness and then he inserted a finger into her wet passage. She immediately felt her body tense and shudder and then the world spun out of control. Stars glared in her eyes and she could hear a loud scream coming from her lips, but she couldn’t stop herself. She thrust herself up against him, needing to feel what he was doing to her.



Severus sucked on her clit as she came and thrust his finger into her. She was a screamer and he loved it. He felt himself getting harder and harder until he thought that he was going to burst. He needed her now. He couldn’t wait. He moved between her creamy thighs and looked down into her passion filled eyes. “I need you,” he hissed.



“Then take me, Severus, make me yours!” she begged.



“Severus Snape! What are you doing?” an angry voice demanded from the doorway.



They turned as one and saw the stunned faces of Minerva McGonagal and Albus Dumbledore. Hermione cried and pulled a pillow against her, trying desperately to cover her naked body and Severus stared stunned at the two who had barged into his private rooms without knocking at such an inopportune time. “Get out!” he shouted.



“I want you in my office in five minutes, Severus, and bring Miss Granger with you!” Dumbledore said.



“Albus! You can’t just leave her here!” Professor McGonagall argued as she was pushed out of the door.



“The damage is done,” he said, firmly closing the door.



Hermione looked into the angry face of her mate and whimpered. She had wanted him so badly, she had needed him more than she needed anything before. “Severus,” she said reaching out to him.



“Clothe yourself, Miss Granger,” he hissed, standing and storming away.









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