Contracts

e,milner1--I’m not a witch. I’m assuming you are. Have you every seen a virginal breach without any implement or force? I’m just using my imagination to write a story.

As far as defending my deflowering scene. A priest or a family used to watch the deflowering to ensure that the bride was indeed pure. Bed linens with the blood as the proof of virginity would be proudly hung out the window.

There is a time table for everything. I perceive the wizarding world to be very regimented. The harsher chapters will deal with Hermione being reshaped into a proper pure blood witch. These will be Humil/Bon/Sub.

There will be some under age sexual play but Hermione will remain a virgin until her wedding. Period.

At this point she is almost 15 but going on 17 due to her use of the time turner and an accident that trapped her for a year in the past. More on that later.

Snape’s marriage will be brought up at an appropriate time.


*****Chapter 6 The Boys*****


Shaman, Samuel, and Shanair heard the scream and the whistling of the whip. They each knew first hand what she was going through. The boys were smart, but were not overly mischievous when their father was in the house. They had each to be crafty. Outright disobedience was never tolerated. They awaited outside the doors. Each boy had a different look on his face.

Samuel was just sorry for her. He winced when he heard the crack of the whips.

Shaman wanted to watch so he was pouting. It really wasn’t noticeable except in the petulant gleam in his eyes.

Shanair was embarrassed. The humiliation of being naked and exposed was still fresh in his mind. He had gotten a little aggressive in his pursuit of a potion ingredient and had wandered into the Enchanted Forest. His dad had to come to Durmstrang and find him. It had taken several days to find him as the Enchanted Forest kept moving and hiding him. It finally took an ancient location spell that used the blood of the kin to locate him.

Shanair had been exposed to the elements for so long that he had an extensive recovery. As soon as he was well, almost a full two months after the incident, his father had whipped him without mercy. 5 lashes for being disobedient. 5 lashes for getting caught. 20 lashes for placing himself in danger. 2 lashes for making his mother cry.

The last time he had been in the discipline chair was the worst ever. He never wanted it to happen again. Of his three brothers he knew that he had received the most lashes at one time. Even though there was a certain amount of pride in that HE NEVER wanted to break his record.

He was glad the girl, Hermione wasn’t it, was hid in the bedroom. He remembered the eyes on him. They seemed to cut almost as bad as the whip. His father had invited his family over. Grandpa Sebastian was there, as well as Zaraus and Snare.

Shanair smiled as he remember what Hermione had done to Snare. The little prick deserved it.


The last time he had been in the discipline chair his mother had still been alive and pregnant. She had stepped forward and announced that she would accept his punishment. Father had denied her. He remembered her tears. Father had bound her to prevent her interference, but he had allowed her to remain. He knew that her tears were just as painful to me, as the punishment he was physically inflicting.

To further the humiliation father had even collected the betrothed of all three boys to watch him being punished.

His betrothed, Hester, had been the first eyes he had seen when he was released from his punishment. Her eyes had been gleaming with excitement. He took it as excitement at his pain. It never crossed his mind that she was excited at the preview of his body and attributes.

He was definitely in favor of the Marriage Law. He wasn’t sorry he didn’t have to marry her. She attended Durmstrang with him and was constantly making eyes at him. Her and some of her friends would giggle every time he walked by. He knew they were talking about him. She was so irritating. She looked like a cross between a troll and a slug.

If all went as his father said then none of the boys would marry the witches they had grown up knowing would be their brides. Each betrothed was a pure blood with a noble heritage. Pretty much the only things recommending them. The Snapes were well off. Not to brag of course. That would be crude.

It was going to be strange knowing that some other girl would take Hester’s place. Strange but NOT unpleasant, he told himself with a smirk. Hermione had been very pleasant to look at and was a very good kisser.

If the Marriage Law passed then none of their betrothals would be allowed.

He looked at his brothers. They had each talked to their father about their choices. He had an idea of how Shaman and Samuel felt about leaving their betrothed.

He knew that Shaman also felt like he had a lucky escape. He had overheard a conversation at least two years ago, that had made no sense at the time. He had been too young to understand all of what he had heard, but as the gaps in his knowledge had been filled in, he knew what his brother was facing. Which was why he was not surprised that Shaman embraced the idea of the new law. Even though out of the boys he was probably the worst of all of them about having pureblood pride. He was willing to shift his principles if he didn’t have to marry his intended. Pansy Parkinson.

Pansy was a slut. A Malfoy slut. Irregardless of whether her hymen was intact or not. Shaman had enough evidence gathered to either prevent the actual ceremony from taking place or if forced into the ceremony he would take Pansy’s life as forfeit. He had warned their father on numerous occasions. All their father had asked was that the matter not be forced at the moment, and when the time came he would stand behind his son‘s decision. That satisfied Shaman. He knew that their father would not go back on his word and Severus Snape was a force to be reckoned with.

When Pansy came for her bond visits he treated her coldly. The required physical contact was minimal and definitely forced. Not that Pansy ever appeared unwilling.

Shaman had asked for permission and had taken her to the discipline chair on several occasions over her conduct and lack of decorum. He had invited Mr. And Mrs. Parkinson the last time. That is when she had finally took the hint and adopted a strictly hands off policy around Shaman and his brothers.

Even Pansy had better sense than to mess with Severus Snape, Potions Master, and Slytherin head of house.

Samuel was the one who had the most to lose. His little pureblood was beautiful. She was also sweet and the entire family liked her. She was intelligent and retiring. Father’s only complaint had been a lack of power. She would not get her letter for another year. Father had even hinted at the fact that she might not get one at all. While he was not prejudiced against squibs marrying witches or wizards, he had a hard time trying to accept the fact that one of his sons could marry one.

Samuel’s betrothed was the reason Severus had first started looking for another match. He was convinced the girl was a squib. The betrothal contract was invalid if she was a squib. Severus had insisted on that particular clause being inserted into each of the boys acceptance.

His father had secretly started searching for someone to contract a year before Hermione came to Hogwarts. As soon as he saw her he realized her potential, and barely ½ way through her first year he had contacted her parents. Her power was like a beacon. Power calls to power and his father had admitted a few days ago that he could not let her get away. She had to belong to the Snapes.

Hermione could not be contracted to the Snape family, yet. His father had primed her muggle parents and when they eventually came to the conclusion he wanted them to he had planned on offering to take her as an alternative. The plan was that she would ostensibly be Samuel’s (backup) bride. Nothing would have been made official until the year that Tristan should have received her letter.

By the end of the third year his father realized that another bride for his oldest son would also have to be found. He was rather smug in his fore planning.

Now that his father was a widower, he didn’t have to get Pansy’s contract annulled or prove Tristan to be a squib. He could contract her without waiting. Hermione would appear to be his choice because the boys were betrothed. He wanted to “snare” her before the law was passed and he had to fight off other suitors. Not that he didn’t like a good fight, but easier was sometimes better.

All three boys were still facing the prospect of a wedding with the witch they met last night with a little trepidation.

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Three days ago their father had called the boys into the library and had told them that a teenaged girl would be contracted to the Snape family. He outlined some of the preparations he had made and for the first time told them of the Marriage Law.

Shaman asked if she was beautiful. Their father had replied that she was already the most powerful witch he had seen in his lifetime. If their father said it then it must be true. They didn’t dare ask too many questions and their father had told them what little they knew of her background and when and how she had come to the attention of their father.

Shaman was a little unsettled thinking that a completely unknown muggle born witch could end up being his mate. He had told his father that he would marry a muggle before he married that whore Parkinson. His father had picked up on his thoughts and gave a knowing smirk. Shaman inclined his head in acknowledgement of their private joke. A muggleborn was barely a step up.

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The door suddenly opened and father came out of the bedroom. When he saw his sons standing about he said . “Good. Shanair please go get Sarah. Samuel please have the elves bring tea into the parlor. Just tea and toast should be fine. It’s too close to lunch to have much more.”

His children scattered to do his bidding. Severus and Shaman walked into the parlor together. Neither spoke as they chose their seats. Shaman noticed his fathers state of arousal and wondered, not for the first time. The girl was quite lovely and his father had been without companionship for almost a year. He wondered who she was really meant for the sons…or the father?

Shanair came into the room carrying a sleeping six month old infant. Severus mentally sent up a prayer of thanks. He could face death eaters and never flinch, but his daughter terrified him.

Samuel arrived with the tea service, and quickly took his place.

Severus looked around. He knew of Shaman’s suspicions. Shanair was carefully placing Sarah in a basket at his feet, he, too, was terrified of one of Sarah‘s rants.

Samuel was eyeing the iced biscuits.

Severus had a lovely family. Three sons he could be proud of. Sarah he had no doubt would be a force to be reckoned with. Hermione was a suitable addition. She had power, brains, and a soft heart. He was satisfied he had made the right decision. Now he just had to lay the ground rules. His boys were boys after all and Hermione was intimidated by him…for the moment. He didn’t believe that she would be so reticent with his boys.

He looked at the chair where his wife used to sit. The pain was still there, but it wasn’t as intense. He missed the companionship…. and the sex.