You Promised It Would Be Forever - Edit

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Chapter 6 ~ Old Memories and New Suspicions

When Severus returned to the Dark Lord's stronghold, he expected to find Hermione locked in her room, sore from being fucked by at least two deatheaters. He had no doubt Voldemort would make her a 'reward' for good service. There were several deatheaters in his favor right now. He might have given them Hermione as a gift for their loyalty. They would have put her through the paces, especially since she was a mudblood.

Well, at least the witch was prepared. When she was with Severus, he had taken Hermione around the world sexually, and he wasn't the gentlest lover. Hermione hadn't wanted him to be either. That was something that astounded him about the petite witch. Her strength and her hunger when she was aroused and wanted him. He found this out two nights after they first became lovers.

Hermione was working with him and Flitwick at Hogwarts to gain hands-on credits for her Spell Making and Potions courses. She had just started her third year of college. From the time she entered his lab, there was sexual tension. Hermione was so attracted to him that she almost blew up the Potions lab several times because she found it hard to focus. He had looked in her mind and saw her fantasies about him. Severus felt she was going to kill them both if he didn't do something about it. So he did. The Potions Master found the small witch attractive in a number of ways. But he knew she would never divulge how she felt about him or what she wanted from him. So he made the conscious decision to fuck the young witch and get it out of her system.

Hermione had come to the lab late in the evening as he instructed, to find there were no projects set up and Severus had closed the door to the lab and warded it. Then he informed her that he knew about her attraction to her and that he had seen her fantasies about him, and rather than be killed because she couldn't focus, he planned to fulfill her desire. Hermione had been embarrassed, but the moment he touched her, she nearly melted into a puddle. Severus had never seen such desire in a witch. She trembled with need. He asked her if she wanted him from the back or did she want to look at him. Her response was she wanted to see him.

Severus put Hermione on her back on his desk, removed her knickers, opened his robes, pulled down his trousers and his boxers, lifted her legs and entered her strongly without preliminaries, filling her completely and stroking hard. Hermione had screamed horribly and it wasn't a cry of passion. Severus was huge but he shouldn't have caused her that much pain. Most witches felt extreme pleasure when he put his tool to them. He stopped fucking the witch, pushed her robes back and pulled out of her partway. The Potions Master was stunned to see the blood of Hermione's maidenhead on his cock. The witch had been a virgin and didn't tell him.

He looked down at her. Hermione had tears streaming from her eyes and was shuddering like a child shudders when they've cried too much. Severus had never taken a virgin in his life. He had never been any witch's first. Someone else had always beaten him to the mark.

"Why didn't you tell me you had never done this before, Hermione?" he asked her.

She looked up at him, her amber eyes soft.

"Because I knew if I had told you, you wouldn't have touched me," she replied, "and I wanted you to be the one to take my virginity, Professor. I've waited two years for this."

"Why me? Why not a wizard closer to your age? Someone you cared about? Hermione, a witch's virginity is precious. You should have saved it for someone who meant something to you," he said.

He was very uncomfortable with what he had done. Hermione was right. If Severus had known she was a virgin, he wouldn't have taken her…at least not like this, on a desk in his Potions lab. He felt horribly guilty.

"But you do mean something to me, Professor," Hermione had told him, and proceeded to tell him why.

There was a strong physical attraction because of his demeanor, also an intellectual attraction because he was a brilliant wizard, then there was an emotional attraction because of all he sacrificed for the Wizarding world so selflessly. Hermione believed she loved him and had loved him since her seventh year. She then pleaded with him to finish and show her what sex was all about.

In response, the Potions Master had gathered her up, taken her to his private rooms, undressed her and showed her the pleasures of sex the right way. He was gentle with her though gods knew he didn't want to be. Hermione was responsive, passionate and eager. When she returned to her room, he couldn't stop thinking about her. They didn't get any work done the next night either.

On the third night when he took her, Hermione kept begging him to fuck her harder. Severus was worried he would hurt her, but she begged him so passionately he couldn't help but comply and by the time he had climaxed, she had come numerous times under his violent pummeling, sobbing his name, screaming like a banshee, tears streaming from her eyes.

When he was finished and was holding her quaking body, Hermione told him how good he had been and that was how she always dreamed he would take her. She claimed his pain was the sweetest pain she had ever felt, a pain that gave her the sweetest pleasure. Severus wasn't sure he understood how that worked but after that night he made sure to give her all the sweet, pounding pleasure she could ever desire. It was freeing for him as well. Hermione also had other little quirks that he found wickedly delightful and fulfilled with gusto. Eventually, the Potions Master came to love her powerfully.

Severus literally shook his head to force back these memories, willing his cock to deflate. The only time he ever hardened now was when he woke up in the morning, and when he thought about fucking Hermione back when they were so in love. Before the loss of their child, before the arguments, before she moved his things out, before the divorce.

He entered the throne room thinking he would have to go back to Hermione's room and listen to her cry and tell him about the horrors she had gone through. He really didn't want to hear them for a number of reasons. Firstly, there was nothing he could do about it, and secondly…Albus had succeeded in making him realize that her being here was partially his fault. He also blamed her for not being more vigilant and allowing herself to be taken. But he felt a bit of guilt anyway.

He had taken several steps when he stopped, stunned to see Hermione standing in front of the Dark Lord, talking animatedly…with a wand in her hand. A wand! How had the witch managed that? Against the wall a number of deatheaters stood watching her with a mixture of malice, jealousy and lust in their eyes. They whispered to each other and it was easy to see they meant her no good.

Severus approached the throne and knelt.

Voldemort beamed down at him.

"Ah Severus. Rise and look at me," the Dark Lord said, evidently in a very good mood.

Severus stood up and looked up at Voldemort, though he really wanted to look at Hermione, who was standing there looking at him engage the Dark Lord.

"Severus, why did you not tell me how brilliant your ex-wife is? Her knowledge of the Dark Arts is phenomenal. We have been talking theory and application all evening. She is quite entertaining. And a Spells Mistress…how did you let that escape my notice?"

Now the Dark Lord's eyes narrowed a bit. Severus had hid his wife's talents from him. And he had. The Potions Master knew if Voldemort discovered how talented his wife was, he would have wanted her to serve him. Hermione would never have done that and the repercussions would have been horrible.

"It just never crossed my mind, my Lord," Severus said, steeling himself.

Voldemort looked at him for a moment.

"Crucio!" the Dark Lord cried, hitting the Potions Master with a powerful burst of the curse.

Hermione looked on in horror as her ex-husband shuddered and writhed under the curse. But he didn't scream, not even when his arm broke from seizuring. Voldemort held Severus under the curse for a full four minutes. Tears streamed from Hermione's eyes as she watched the Potions Master gnash his teeth, his eyes rolling up in his head and shit and piss himself. But she couldn't protest or she would receive a blast too. All she could do was cry.

Finally, Voldemort released Severus, and he fell, writhing and contorting to the stone floor, his right arm flopping uselessly. He continued to seizure, Hermione looking down at him in sympathy, wanting to go to him and try to help him. But she didn't dare.

Voldemort's red eyes studied the witch.

"It hurts you to see him in such pain, doesn't it?" the Dark Lord asked her, thinking this knowledge would come in handy.

"I hate to see any living creature in pain, my Lord," Hermione replied, her wet eyes on Voldemort.

"You had no such tears when Peter was writhing on the floor," Voldemort countered.

"That's because Peter got what he wanted me to get," Hermione said, "He deserved what happened to him."

Severus' convulsions were slowing but his back was arching in pain still. Voldemort considered Hermione's answer about Peter.

"So, you don't think Severus deserved this punishment?" Voldemort asked her.

Hermione looked up at the Dark Lord and knew she was in a catch twenty-two. If she said that Severus didn't deserve the punishment it would be tantamount to challenging the Dark Lord's authority. If she said he did deserve the punishment, then Severus would hear her siding against him. She didn't need any more animosity from him than he was already showing. She knew Severus purposely didn't tell the Dark Lord about her to protect her. So in fact, she was the reason he had been punished. She felt horrible. She looked at Voldemort.

"I think," she said carefully, "that I shouldn't presume to fathom the acts the Dark Lord chooses to commit."

Voldemort looked at Hermione with a bit of respect…just a touch. She had nicely extricated herself from giving him a direct answer.

"You are correct, Hermione. And wise," he said. Then his red eyes fell on Severus.

"Severus selfishly kept you to himself. If he had let me know how brilliant you were, I would not have tortured him for marrying you," Voldemort said.

Hermione looked at the dark wizard with wide eyes, before turning them on her ex-husband, who was now lying on his back, his chest rising and falling. Severus had been tortured for marrying her? He never said anything about it. Voldemort looked at her.

"You look surprised Hermione. I take that he never told you how displeased I was he married a mudblood. I didn't mind him fucking you, but marrying you…that was a dragon of a different color. But he had already wed you by the time I found out. He purposely didn't tell me of his plans, because he knew I would forbid it. He was hung from the beams and beaten and scourged for three days."

His red eyed narrowed.

"I was doubly displeased that you were with child. It was a pollution of the worst sort. A bastardization of Severus' magical heredity. A crime against nature. Luckily, nature rectified that error," Voldemort said coldly.

Anger and pain shot through Hermione as Severus opened his eyes and looked over at her. He couldn't speak…he couldn't stop her.

"How dare you say my child was a pollution, a crime? If he had lived he would have been a powerful wizard. He might have made a difference in the world!" she said to the Dark Lord angrily.

The deatheaters all fell silent, their mouths open in shock, staring at the witch who dared address their Master in such a chastising manner.

"Well, the only difference he is making now is to the worms," the Dark Lord replied. "I realize Hermione, it is emotion that caused your outburst concerning the truth I spoke. However…Crucio!"

Hermione's small body seized up and she began screaming horribly as the Dark Lord applied the curse to her. Severus was propped haphazardly on one elbow, watching his ex-wife suffer for defending their lost child and challenging the Dark Lord's views. She still had that Gryffindor courage…even if it were a reckless courage.

Voldemort held the curse on her for a full minute, before releasing her. She wasn't as strong as Severus. The witch fell to the floor on her back, shuddering and convulsing. If the Dark Lord had looked at Severus, he would have seen pure hatred in his black eyes at that moment. That was his child the Dark Lord had described as a crime against nature. His blood. Severus had never known that Voldemort was against the birth of his son. He stared at the red-eyed wizard. A knot formed in his belly as he did so. When Voldemort was against something, he did his best to change it.

Severus looked over at his convulsing ex-wife.

Her miscarriage had appeared to be an unfortunate occurrence. When Poppy examined Hermione, she could find no physical reason for her to have lost the baby.

No one thought to investigate if there were a magical one.

A cold rage began to spread throughout the wizard's body. He would look into this. If Severus found out that the Dark Lord had in some way caused his son's death and the dissolution of his marriage, Voldemort wouldn't have to worry about Dumbledore, Harry Potter, or the Final Battle occurring on some obscure plain in the distant future.

It would start and end right in his fucking stronghold.

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A/N: Oh oh. Voldemort said toooo much. He has Severus thinking now. Seems like he and Hermione are going to have to talk and sort things out about exactly what occurred on the day she lost the baby…every minute detail. If there is one thing that brings people together…it is the combined need for revenge. Please review.

A/N/N: My daughter went to the hospital at 6 am this morning to have her labor induced. Grandson is on the way. I'm home with my other two grandchildren so I'm going to miss the birth :( but as soon as "daddy" comes to relieve me, I'm off to the hospital to see the newest addition to the family. :))