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 Bad News

“I was summoned at 4.00am this morning,” began Severus, his words being automatically noted by Dicto-quill. “It took me twelve minutes to respond to the call. The assembly was in a strange place. It was dark throughout the time I was there. When I arrived the Dark Lord seemed to be in a dangerously elated mood. He had thirty eight new recruits with him. They were hooded but I did recognise a few of them later, mostly my own, Slytherins past and present.”

His voice was strained and Hermione wondered about his attachment to these arrogant, often brutish teenagers. Did he care for them like the other heads of house cared for their own?

“The Dark Lord informed me that he had found me a donor for his potion. I, of course, pretended to be pleased to hear this. Then he began to berate me for not finding the donor for him as she was right under my nose. At that point I was sure that his intended donor was probably Hermione.

I grovelled before him in my usual fashion. I hoped to shaken the resolve of some of the recruits to let them see how someone of my standing was forced to behave. They won’t have seen that side of things before. Then he called Draco forward. He went to stand alongside Lucius. My Lord was making a great fuss of him and I could see that Draco was revelling in his taste of being the favourite. Then he was asked to educate his ignorant professor as to the identity of his victim. Draco proudly announced that Hermione Granger was a mature virgin witch and a suitable candidate for blood donor.

I held my peace for a moment, whie pre praised Draco to the hilt and preached to the other recruits about the rewards they could expect for faithful service. He promised to reward Draco with the use of Miss Granger, after I had taken blood for the potion. He then asked me what I had to say for myself, expecting me to grovel further.

I told him that I had been overjoyed to hear that I might have the chance to brew this historic potion but I was sorry to say that Draco had been misled as to her status. Draco tried to argue with me but he was silenced. My Lord demanded that I explain how I knew this and how Draco could be mistaken. I told him that being a mudblood she was obsessive about secrecy about her sex life and presented herself as a virgin to her peers. I said that I understood her to be in a relationship with an associate of the headmaster.

Then my Lord asked me how I could be so sure and I confessed, apparently reluctantly, that I had also enjoyed her favours. He probed my mind and I floated a few selected images of her for his perusal. He was convinced.”

Hermione felt dirty suddenly at the idea that Voldemort had seen her as she had shown herself to her… lover, for the want of a better word. What images did he see?

“He demanded to know why I had not informed him of my encounter and I said I had been unsure about revealing it when I was merely toying with her and had no real interest. I said I didn’t want to publicize fae fact that I had used a mudblood student as it was nothing really to be proud of.”

She knew that it wasn’t true but to hear him say the words still hurt. He glanced at her. When he saw her face he reached for her hand and kissed it, saying, “Forgive me,” before resuming his narrative.

“I received several doses of ‘Crucio’ for not being forthcoming about my hold over a friend of Harry Potter. I was not as badly affected as I should have been because I am stronger due due to the potion. I was careful to appear badly affected and lay groaning on the grass. It was then that he turned his attention to Draco and his punishment. He gave him ‘Crucio’ at first and kept stopping between bouts to lecture the recruits. I knew what was coming and I think Lucius probably did too. I couldn’t see much because I had knocked my mask askew when I fell. Draco was in quite a bad way by the time he finished. He gave him the ‘Killing Curse’ to end it.

Then there was a little confusion and more members of the Inner Circle arrived and the initiation ceremony took place. I saw Crabbe and Goyle and Miss Parkinson, both of the Flint brothers, Blaise and his older brother and his cousin from Beauxbatons. My cousin Marcellus and… Percy Weasley. I didn’t get a chance to see anyone else before the masks went on. How many have I ?”
?”

“Tonight nineteen went from your house and three from Ravenclaw,” said the Headmaster. “Are you sure it was Percy?”

“I’m positive. If I merely suspected I would have said it was a suspicion. The Weasleys will need to be told.”

Hermione was horrified at the news of Draco and Percy. Poor Molly and Arthur had been desperate for a reconciliation with their third son.

“After the ceremony my Lord told me that he was displeased by the events and that the Initiation would not have taken place so soon had he not been confident in Draco’s assessment of Miss Granger. He has commissioned me to command her affections, in the hope of gathering more information for him. I am at a loss to predict his actions over the next week or so now that he has moved too soon.”

“What of Lucius? Losing his only child must be a severe blow.”

“It was. He was not a warm father. He didn’t know how to be but he loved Draco. He contained himself through the ceremony and I helped him bring the body home. I would have been back earlier but to deny him assistance after that would have been suspicious and my….”

“We understand Severus. You were friends as boys and you were Draco’s Godfather. You are allowed to mourn him and what he might have been.”

“How many more will I mourn before this is over Albus? How many of those children will die at my hands?”

“You did all you could Severus. You did not take any of those children to him. They were led by their families and by their own inclinations. I’m going to allow you to take Hermione and go back to your rooms. You and she have much to discuss. There will be an Order meeting at 4.00pm and I hope that by then you will have worked out how to proceed.”

“I don’t want to drag Hermione into all this,” he protested.

“None of us want to put Hermione in danger but it seems we were powerless to prevent her coming to his attention. There is nothing we can do about what has already happened. We can only try to make a good plan for what comes next. Use the floo. I don’t care if she moves in with you but you can’t be seen around the castle together at this point.”

Hermione and Severus flooed back to Severus’ quarters. Hermione did not know how to start the conversation and he was silent.

“I can order some food,” he said at length. “I doubt I’ll manage much but it would be sensible to try.”

“Are you recovering properly from the ‘Crucio’?”

“It’s mostly gone now.”

“I’m sorry…. That you had to suffer it and that you had to see Draco killed… I can’t imagine how difficult it is for you.”

“The ‘Crucio’ is nothing. He doesn’t overdo it with me because he has a use for my fine motor skills. It hurts at the time but then it stops and I recover. I cuddled Draco as a baby… and I carried his corpse this morning. It will be a long time before that hurt stops.”

“I wish I could take your pain away.”

“There are those who would say I deserve it.”

“I’m not one of those people. I respect your strength.”

“As I respect yours. I admired you greatly yesterday. You’re hardly more than a girl but you withstood a great deal.”

“I was in a haze of pleasure for much of it. I barely remember the difficult parts unless I concentrate.”

“Would it be very inappropriate for me to ask you to come to bed with me now? I can’t promise much but I would like to touch you freely and kiss you as we talk.”

Hermione stepped over to him and took his hand.

“No sir, it’s not inappropriate at all. Let’s go.”

He stooped down and kissed her on the lips before leading her to the bedroom. The elves had been in during their absence. The room was tidy and the bed had been made up with fresh sheets. She felt almost shy when she saw it, remembering what had happened between them the previous night.

Severus moved in front of her and began to kiss her again. This time the kiss lasted and lasted. She felt her passion rising as it continued. She began to undo the buttons on the front of his robe and slipped her hand inside to explore his chest through the fine linen of his shirt. After a moment he pulled back to look at her. Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks rosy and her lips reddened. He couldn’t remember why he had once thought her nothing much to look at. Her hand continued to caress him.

“I’m going to have to sit down for a moment,” he said apologetically. “I can walk around but standing still is tiring.”

“Lie on the bed,” she said. “That’s what we wanted to do anyway.”

He lay down obediently and she set about undoing the long row of buttons down his front. Idly she counted them and realised there were fifty.

“You do realise there’s a charm for that don’t you?” he said lazily.

“I do, but for one thing my wand is in your classroom and for another, where’s the fun in that?” she said wrestling with his cuffs.

“I need to get you the wand,” he said. “That was an unforgivable thing to do, going off and leaving you without it.”

“The wand can wait. With all your wards I was safe enough,” she said pulling his wand out of his sleeve and placing it carefully on the bedside table. “We can go out that way for the meeting.”

“I want you to promise me you won’t be without it,” he said firmly. “You have drawn my Lord’s attention and he is not easily distracted.”

“I promise,” she said. “Turn over.”

He complied and she was able to remove the woollen robe. She walked over to the chair and laid the garment over it carefully. She took off her own robe, revealing the jeans and long sleeved T-shirt she wore beneath it. She turned back to see him sitting watching her, dressed only in his shirt. He held his hands towards her and she came and stood between his legs.


“Tell me,” he said, his voice soft. “Why do you young witches wear these things?”

He placed his hands on her denim clad rear and gently ran them downwards until he could place his long fingers between her legs from behind. She shivered at his touch.

“Well Miss Granger?” he said, meeting her gaze directly and continuing to stroke her through the denim.

“They’re comfortable, sir,” she said with an effort.

“Are you comfortable at the moment?” he asked innocently.

“Not quite,” she admitted.

“I think if you were to take these Muggle things off I could make you very comfortable. What do you think?”

“I think so.”

“Take your clothes off then. All of them.”

She made to move away but he stopped her by gripping her thighs tightly.

“Do it here,” he said firmly.

She closed her eyes and pulled her T-shirt over her head revealing a rather plain bra beneath. He moved one hand up in a pretence of examining the bra but in reality paying more attention to what was underneath. She reached round and unhooked the back allowing him to pull it from her. His arrogant expression lost out when faced with her breasts and he gave in to the temptation to kiss her nipples teasingly.

When he had played his fill he drew back again.

“Did I ask you to stop?” he said half-jokingly.

She unfastened the jeans and let them fall, kicking them off with her mules, leaving her in a pair of plain white cotton briefs, which were beginning to soak through with her moisture.

“Lie down for me now.”

He moved to let her climb onto the bed. She crawled past him and arranged herself in the middle of it. He straddled her thighs, leant forward and began to kiss her. He insinuated a long finger inside the leg of her briefs to stroke her labia. She grew more and more responsive by the second and he used his thumb to massage her clit through the sopping fabric. He moved away from her mouth when she began to gasp and began to use his other fingers on her, reaching two of them inside her while he continued to rub.

He watched her restlessly writhing, trying to push against him until she contracted around him and fell limp. She watched him through half-open eyes as he stripped her panties off leaving her exposed.

“I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world when you’re like this,” he said quietly. “I can’t believe you would choose to be here with me.”

“As I have said before, I see no reason to change my mind. Please take that shirt off and lie with me. I want to hold you and I’m too lazy to get up.”

He shed the shirt and nestled himself next to her. She buried her face in his neck and began to kiss him.

“We need to talk about the Dark Lord’s request for me to seduce you,” he said reluctantly.

“Well, we are intimate. Wouldn’t it be best to let him think you were doing it on his orders?”

“It would create problems though.”

“In what sense?”

“It would keep you at the forefront of his mind. Let me tell you that would be a dangerous place for you to be.”

“I’m already associated with Harry though. Lucius knows me too. I’ve been mostly confined to the castle all year. I don’t even get to go on the train anymore or to Hogsmeade. I’ve every intention of going into combat when the time comes so I don’t see that it makes that much of a difference.”

“What are your plans for next year?”

“Technically I’m joining the staff in July. I won’t have many duties. It’s really to keep me safe and keep me on hand. Being Muggle-born would make me rather isolated. If we win the war I’ll probably try an Apprenticeship afterwards.”

“If we were to go ahead with this deception it would change our relationship.”

“In what way?”

“I would need to have images and memories of you that he would expect to see. These would have to be engineered.”

“You mean me telling you things to tell him?”

“Partly, but other more personal matters. He would not be looking to see me cherish you, as is my desire. He would be expecting me to use sex to manipulate you and corrupt you. I don’t wish to corrupt you. You’re pure and you’re beautiful. I haven’t had that in so many years. I am tainted enough for the both of us.”

“At the risk of sounding incredibly naïve, what exactly do you think he would expect?”

“As you are a Muggle-born I would not be allowed to show you respect. I would be expected to inspire emotions in you and use them to enslave you. I would use my knowledge of your anatomy to cause pain as well as pleasure, and my pleasure would always be paramount.”

“I still don’t have a very clear idea. I know about what we’ve done so far. I know that there are some different positions for intercourse and I know that I could pleasure you with my mouth like you did to me but I don’t exactly know how. What images of me did you already show him?”

“I gave him the one where we kissed in the lab and the one when I came into the bedroom and you were asleep and not properly covered. I chose them both because you were naked and I wasn’t. That implies that you are vulnerable and I’m calling the shots. I also showed him one of my orgasms from last night. I shrank from showing him yours but I couldn’t do that for ever.”

“But we would just be faking some short scenes wouldn’t we?”

“Yes and no. I would have no intention of hurting you in earnest but you are discovering sex. The things we do will set a pattern for you, as the things I did set the pattern for me. Perhaps I’m already a bad influence. Not all men would demand things of you as I have demanded. Most virgins would insist on undressing in private and allow contact only under the covers in darkness. If I had not influenced you by my demands and my reactions, you would probably have chosen that too.”

“I didn’t mind what you did. I mean you have to give me ideas because I don’t have experience.”

“Precisely. I already have a tendency to be dominant during sex. If you have sex with the partners I’ve had it’s allowed, especially as I’ve usually paid good money for it. However my relationship with you is different. I like you… perhaps I even love you if that’s possible for me anymore. If I do love you then I would not seek to introduce you to unwholesome practices because in my experience people who acquire a taste for them find it very hard to abandon them.”

“What would Voldmort do to you if you failed him and didn’t win me over?” she demanded.

“Impossible to say.”

“Then the choice is made. He killed the son and heir of his right hand today. That suggests very irrational behaviour to me. I wouldn’t want to lose you. I’ly any and cope with things and we’ll go as slowly as we dare.”

“And this is the plan we will propose to the Order?” he asked.

“Yes. I can’t risk you. I will do all I can to help you.”

“I don’t deserve you or this thing that’s happening with us.”

“I think you do. Will you kiss me?”

“I think I might be able to manage more than that, if you will permit me.”

“Permission granted.”


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