#6 ~ A Matter of Matrimony

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR (except Marcus Delaluci). All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Warning: Non-consenual Sex

Chapter 6 ~ A Reckoning or When a Serpent Cries


From the landing Severus watched Hermione and Marcus part ways. He had no idea where they had come from, but he didn’t like the way Marcus looked into Hermione’s eyes before he released her hand, or the dazed way she walked away from him. Where had they been and what had he said to her that made her forget her manners, and nearly run for the dungeons?

He knew that look. He knew that reaction, too. Years ago, it had been he looking at Hermione that way, and she fled from him in a similar manner. And then, he had her.

Severus had been on his way up to Madame Pomfrey’s in search of Hermione. He had gone to his Potions class and gave his students their tests. He sat brooding at his desk most of the period, his black eyes scanning his pupils from time to time, as his mind kept replaying the look Marcus had given him when he left the Great Hall. When his star Slytherin of the moment, Justinian Waincourt, approached his desk with the completed test, he assigned the boy the duty of overseeing the rest of the exam, collecting the parchments and placing them in his office. For this he received fifty points for Slytherin. Severus needed to find Hermione.

Severus first went to the Spell lab. Hermione wasn’t there. He then went to the library. Madame Pince had not seen her. He was on his way up to the infirmary when both Hermione and Marcus appeared from the library corridor. Severus had been down there, and had not come across them. They must have been someplace private. Maybe on one of the patios leading off the hall. He couldn’t hear what Marcus said to Hermione, but when he put out his hand, Severus noted the hesitation Hermione had before grasping it, and the look on her face when they made contact. He hadn’t liked the emotion he saw wash over her face. He walked down the stairwell and made his way to the dungeons.

Hermione was firing up the Bunsen burner when Severus entered the Spells lab. He was in a black mood, she could see. His eyes were narrowed as they looked at her, and unreadable.

“Severus?” she asked him.

“Where were you?” the Potions Master asked in a dangerous voice.

“What do you mean?” Hermione responded, a feeling of fear growing in her.

Severus walked toward her, his hands in tight fists against his sides.

“I checked the lab and I checked the library, you weren’t at either place. Where were you?” he asked again, stopping inches away from her, looking positively frightening.

“I was talking with Marcus…” she said, “he was telling me about his ancestry. It was fascinating. Then I came back here to work.”

“Marcus, is it?” Severus said with a sneer, “Fascinating, eh?”

Hermione looked at him, really frightened now.

“Severus, what’s wrong with you?” she asked. He was positively trembling with rage.

He reached out and grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her behind him as he stormed through his lab, into his office and opened the bookcase that led to his rooms. He pushed her through, and followed her, his eyes blazing and nostrils flared with anger.

She turned to look at him.

“The bedroom,” he said harshly. “Now.”

“But Severus, it’s almost the middle of the day,” Hermione said, “We have lunch soon, and you…have classes…” Her voice faded away as Severus frowned, turned and warded the study strongly. He turned back to her, beginning to unbutton his robes.

“I don’t care what time of day it is…now get in the damn bedroom!” he roared at her.

Hermione skittered into the bedroom, followed closely by Severus, whose fingers were flying down the front of his robes.

“Take off your clothes. All of them. Now,” he said through clenched teeth as he pulled off his robe, and began on his white shirt.

“Severus, we just had sex last night, and I’m still kind of sore…” she said hesitantly.

Severus stopped and looked at her. She didn’t know what sore was. He reached for his robe, extracted his wand and pointed it at her.

“Divesto!” he bellowed. Her clothes disappeared. His eyes raked over her body then stopped at her wide, confused eyes.

“Get in the bed,” he said, his voice a low growl, unfastening the cuffs on his shirt.

Normally, Hermione would be writhing with desire at Severus’ intensity. But, for the first time she really felt afraid. This anger wasn’t feigned. This was not a role-play situation. He was furious with her for some reason, and his intentions toward her were crystal clear.

She hesitated too long. Severus roughly threw her to the bed, standing over her as he removed his shirt, throwing it to the floor and starting on his pants. He had a huge erection. He freed himself and fell on her, not bothering to remove the rest of his clothing.

He shoved her back on the bed and roughly threw her legs over his shoulders. Without preliminaries he shoved his engorged cock into her so quick and hard that she choked on her scream.

He held still, pressed deep against her cervix.

“Now, tell me. Who do you belong to?” he growled.

“You,” she whispered.

Severus pulled back and slammed into her, his cock hard as an iron pole. She screamed.

“No,” he said in a deceptively calm voice as he felt her insides quivering around him, “Say my name, my full name when I ask you. Now, who do you belong to?”

Hermione blinked back tears. “Severus. Severus Snape.”

He brutally slammed into her again, causing her body to rebound off the bed.

“Who?”

“Severus Snape!” she cried out, her belly knotted with pain.

He began to fuck her violently, ripping into her body with all his strength, all the while asking her ‘who’ and making her scream his name over and over as he forced her across the bed with his strokes.

When she came to the edge and her head was hanging toward the floor, he didn’t stop but continued to drive into her, following her as she slid over the edge her head and shoulders hitting the ground. He followed her down, riding her to the cold stone floor.

“Do you think anyone can fuck you like I can, Hermione?” He panted, impaling her viciously, over and over.

“No!” Hermione screamed.

“Do you think anyone can meet your needs like I meet them, can take you apart and put you back together like I do, Hermione?” He growled, pounding her into the stone like a madman as she climaxed, gushing around him, clutching his driving shaft, her body close to convulsing.

“Noooo!” she screamed shuddering under him as he ceaselessly drove through her orgasm.

“That’s right. I am your lover. Every inch of you belongs to me. Every hair on your head, every beat of you heart, every gods damned breath you take…belongs…to…me…”

He punctuated his words with jagged, irregular strokes, penetrating her so deeply that she could feel the aching stretch of her womb throbbing in the small of her back. And he showed no signs of stopping as he fucked her mercilessly on the stone floor

“No one else can have you, Hermione. You gave yourself to me,” he whispered, his voice starting to break with emotion as he plunged in and out of her, “you promised me no one else would do this to you but me…”

“Severus…” she cried out to him

“I need you to try to keep that promise to me,” he breathed in her ear, his hips rising and falling as he buried himself inside her wetness, seeking comfort, seeking assurance.

“Severus,” she cried out again, torn by the sorrow in his words, though she didn’t understand.

“I don’t know if you can keep that promise to me,” he said brokenly, his voice quaking as he continued to fuck her as if it were to be his last time, “there’s so much you don’t know, my beloved…my love…”

He covered her mouth with his, invading its warmth with his tongue as he scoured every inch of her with his cock, twisting and rolling inside her, gyrating his hips as she whimpered against his mouth, her body left wracked and rubbery after the force of her orgasm.

“So much I couldn’t blame you for…” he groaned into her mouth.

He lowered himself to lay full weight on her body, longing to feel her alive and writhing beneath him as he poured his length and girth into her, all anger gone…fucking her with a quiet desperation now.

“I love you, Severus…” she whispered, still frightened at his bizarre behavior, and his strange cryptic words.

“I know you do. I know you do,\" he gasped as his balls began to tighten and the familiar pressure built in his lower belly

“ But…he…won’t…love …you...”

Severus came silently, pulling her close and exploding deep inside her, filling and claiming her with his seed. He looked down at her as the last pulses died out. She saw his eyes were wet. He had been crying. Severus Snape…crying.

He rose and pulled up his pants, not looking at her.

“Severus,” she said pleadingly, “I don’t understand.”

He walked around the bed, picked up his shirt and robes, and walked toward the door.

“You will,” he whispered, leaving.

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A/N: Not my normal lemony style…but this is a strange situation. Severus is not himself. I guess I’m not myself either right now…please review