A Matter of Circumstance

Chapter 6 ~ Eris Makes Her Initial Moves (Short Chapter)


At about midnight, Hermione was suddenly awakened by her bed depressing behind her. She didn’t turn and look to see why her mattress had sunken in. She knew why.

”Severus, you have to go,” she said softly.

The Potions Master lay behind the witch, naked, his long, lean body under the sheets, his cock erect. But he didn’t touch her.

”Why do I have to go, witch?” he asked her softly.

”Because. I’m engaged. I’m supposed to marry Ron,” she replied, still not looking toward him.

Severus snorted.

“You were engaged to Mr. Weasley the last twenty times we engaged, Hermione. What difference does that make to me?” he breathed.

”Yes. But tonight…tonight was supposed to be our wedding night,” she answered, “I’m supposed to be with him tonight…not you, Severus.”

Suddenly, Hermione was yanked over, the Potions Master staring down at her, his black eyes hard in the low torchlight.

”Yes, and while he was on top of you in his safe little missionary position, fucking you like a pubescent adolescent, you would have been thinking of me,” the wizard hissed.

Hermione closed her eyes against the dark wizard, desire starting to creep over her body.

“No I wouldn’t have,” Hermione lied.

“Yes. Yes you would have. You will always crave me, Hermione. Ronald Weasley can’t satisfy you the way I can. Once you marry him, you will be locked into a marriage that is not only a lie, but sexually unsatisfying. And I warn you, Hermione…if you come to me as a married woman I will turn you into an adulteress as well as a liar,” he swore, “Your marriage vow will mean nothing, absolutely nothing to me as long as you want me. You’re a fool if you go through with this. You can’t resist me. You may do well for a while, but witches become notoriously randy when expecting and a round belly won’t keep me off you. You will come back to me…and I will take you when you do.”

Hermione kept her eyes tightly closed as Severus leaned forward and kissed her hungrily, feeling her responding to him as his tongue caressed hers. He drew back.

”Tell me you don’t want this,” he breathed, sliding closer under the covers and pressing his cock against her thigh, “Tell me you don’t want me, witch.”

Hermione couldn’t say a word, desire having a hold on her body and her mind. The wizard had done it to her again. She really was helpless against him...the attraction was just too strong.

Severus threw the covers back, pushed Hermione to her side and hiked up her nightgown, nestling his loins against the witch’s buttocks and sliding one hand over her hip before grasping her knee and lifting her leg. With a soft growl he entered her from behind, Hermione letting out a soft gasp at his smooth penetration. The wizard began thrusting gently, resting his cheek against hers, his eyes closed in pleasure as her sleeve slid over him again and again.

“Yessss,” he purred, “Yes, Hermione. You may have Mr. Weasley’s ring…but I have your passion…your love. What bit of diamond and gold on a finger compares to that?”

He began to fuck her harder.

Eris stood watching the copulating couple, invisible and shaking her head slowly.

“The wizard’s got style, I have to give him that. She’s a sad case,” the goddess said as Hermione let out a garbled shriek as the wizard started plowing into her.

“Well, let’s see what her other half is doing,” Eris said, transporting instantly from Hermione’s bedroom to Ron’s flat.

The wizard was asleep on top of the covers in his pajama bottoms, snoring with his mouth open, arms and legs askew.

Eris shook her head again.

”He doesn’t have a clue,” she said, studying the mortal. She walked up to the bed, caught hold of the elastic of his pajama bottoms and lifted it, peering inside. She let it snap back, Ron snorting, his arms and legs moving wildly for a moment before he stilled and kept snoring.

”Not too much down there,” the goddess said, “but at least he’s a real redhead. Now, mortal…let’s see what your dreams are.”

Eris slipped into Ron’s dream and found herself in a perfect little cottage and Hermione in the kitchen dressed in an apron, holding one child in her arm as she happily stirred a pot of bubbling stew. Another red-headed child was crawling around on the floor and Ron was seated at the kitchen table bouncing yet another child on his knee. It was the perfect picture of domestic life.

Eris nearly gagged.

”Dear gods,” she said, “This guy belongs in the land of the Lotus Eaters if he thinks that’s how married life is. His witch is getting the shit fucked out of her and he’s here dreaming of…of Betty Crocker with a wand. Well…let’s see if I can’t do something about this.”

Suddenly the kitchen became darker and darker, Ron starting as the child on his knee suddenly disappeared.

“Hermione?” he called.

There was no answer.

”Hermione! Where are you?” the wizard cried, standing up and walking through the darkness with his hands extended.

Ron tossed and turned in the bed, Eris smiling wickedly as she watched his dream.

Suddenly there were the sounds of grunting and sighing.

”Hermione?” Ron called, moving toward the noise, “Hermione are you here?”

The panting and grunting grew louder and Ron suddenly walked into a corridor, his eyes widening as he saw Hermione bent over with her hands pressed against the wall, her head hanging down and her body jerking wildly.

“Hermione!” Ron cried out in horror as a dark figure stood behind her, fucking her brutally. He couldn’t see who it was but it was clear to see he was tearing into Hermione with abandon and she loved it.

”Hermione, what the fuck are you doing?” Ron screamed at her, then ran toward the couple, grabbing the wizard and pulling him away from her.

“Get the fuck off my wife!” he screamed at him.

”Your wife? Are you sure Mr. Weasley?” a silken voice purred as Ron recoiled in horror.

Then he woke up, sitting up in the bed and screaming “Nooooooo!” several times before realizing where he was. Panting heavily, he rubbed his hand over his face, his blue eyes disbelieving.

”No…no. That was just a dream. Snape caused that because of what he said to me…that’s all,” the wizard told himself.

He fell back into the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he relived the dream in his mind, seeing Hermione getting fucked in a corridor. He didn’t see the wizard…but…but it sounded like Professor Snape.

”No. It’s just a damn dream. That’s all,” the wizard said, rolling to his side and trying to fall back to sleep. But sleep was a long time coming.

Eris dusted off her hands.

“That’s a start,” she said with a smug look, “Let him mull that over for a while. Suspicion won’t be far behind.”

The goddess then returned to her abode to look into Ron’s history to see if she could find something useful that she could use. She turned back her magic mirror to when he entered Hogwarts and watched, stopping in his sixth year and focusing on someone.

”Hm. Interesting,” the goddess mused, ”Lavender Brown, eh?”

For part of his sixth year, Ron had a rather hot and heavy relationship with Lavender. He certainly didn’t treat her as delicately as he presently treated Hermione. There were quite a few naughty indulgences on the Quidditch pitch shared between the randy and rather oversexed pair. Eris saw the breakup was painful, but that Lavender still held a torch for the redheaded wizard even now.

“Hm, maybe I’ll pay a little visit to his ex. His intended shouldn’t be the one having all the fun,” Eris mused, kicking her leg as she sat on her throne.

The goddess at first thought Lavender was a little annoying and a touch air-headed because of the way she constantly giggled and how stuck she was on Sybil Trelawney, an obvious fraud. But then again, she had joined some kind of club to fight evil with a few other students…so she had some saving graces. Some courage.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Eris grinned, turning into a tongue of fire and fading out.

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A/N: Short chappie. Thanks for reading.