When Good Wizards Go Bad ~ (Small Edit, not Update

Chapter 6 ~ Reaching Hermione

Snape leaned out of the bed and drew his pajama bottoms toward him, pulling out his wand. He first cast a silencing spell around the room, then leaned back toward Hermione, pointing the tip of it at her pelvis and muttering a spell. A green light appeared at the tip and he waved it over her carefully.

”It didn’t turn red. Red means use a condom, now or run,” the wizard said to the witch, who didn’t respond.

“Now, for a contraceptive spell,” the wizard breathed, preparing to cast it.

”No. It’s not necessary,” Hermione said to the wizard, who looked down at her.

“I don’t trust the patch,” he said.

Hermione looked at him, her eyes hollow.

”I don’t need a patch. I’ve been sterilized,” she said, looking back up at the ceiling.

Snape was at a loss for words for a moment.

”I didn’t want to bring any children into a world ruled by Voldemort. I had my eggs removed,” the witch said matter-of-factly. “I don’t ovulate and I can’t breed. The perfect Muggle-born witch for this type of world.”

Snape stared at her for a moment, then put his wand back into his pajama bottoms and thrust them under the bed, just in case the witch developed a courageous streak, though it seemed doubtful. Her fire had gone out it seemed. Completely out.

The wizard rolled on top of her, looking down into her vacant eyes. They looked away from him.

”You destroyed your eggs?” he asked her.

”No. They were smuggled out to muggle London to an egg bank and frozen. Someone will find a use for them. I have none,” she replied.

Snape shook his head, but found himself still greatly aroused. He began to get a glimmer as to why. It was almost as if he were looking at a mirror of himself. The acceptance of the unacceptable. The choice to live at all costs. Yes, Hermione was like his other half in this aspect. Cold, detached, doing what she must do. Devoid of hope but clinging to her next breath, unable to let go.

“Spread your legs wider,” he hissed, lifting his lean body upwards and grasping his cock.

Hermione did as he asked, still looking away from him.

”Look at me!” he demanded, and her eyes shifted to him, still empty.

Snape found his mark, slipping into the witch’s tightness. It was a myth that too much sex loosened a woman’s tightness and as he slid into her heat, the wizard let out a groan.

Hermione said nothing as she felt his size penetrate her, filling her with his lust, his greed, his selfish need to possess her as if he owned her.

Snape held himself up on both hands and whirled his pelvis. That usually got a rise out of witches. He stretched them so much. The wizard’s face contorted as her sleeve wound around him, her body actually forced to follow his motion. Still, she said nothing, didn’t react.

And even this excited him. Every woman he had ever bedded had cried out, groaned, moaned and shrieked under him. Hermione was different. He began to thrust into her, hard, jerking the witch’s body beneath him, grunting in pleasure as she slid over him, as he delved deep into her body. She might be an ice princess but she was warm, tight and good.

Hermione jerked beneath him, her eyes glazed as if she were looking at something distant, something that held her attention, something far more compelling than the wizard sweating over her, taking his pleasure from her body. He could have it. He could have whatever he wanted as long as she managed to continue. Managed to keep living.

Snape dug his toes into the bed, and began to drive Hermione up toward the headboard with the power of his thrusts, pummeling the witch’s body for all he was worth. He knew as he did so, this wasn’t what would melt her, but he wanted to see how far he could go, how much she could take.

Hermione only expelled a few breaths as she was driven upward, her head finally hitting the headboard, Snape staring down at her in rapt concentration as he pile-drived her body, hammering her, his hips nearly blurring. Even hitting the headboard failed to get a rise out of the witch and Snape withdrew, rising to his knees and dragging her back down the bed and flipping her, forcing the witch to her knees.

”Yessss,” he hissed, slamming into her from behind, his loins slapping against her ass as he drove his full length into her brutally, grasping her shoulders and pulling the witch into him to give even more power. He was battering the witch, and still she didn’t cry out, not even when he gripped her hair and yanked her head back. By rights, she should have been begging for mercy, but nothing, no nothing came from her.

How much had she gone through to be this way? But Snape loved it. Her strength. Her resignation, her acceptance. It was how she survived.

The wizard fell to the side with the witch, wrapping his arms around her body, spooning around her and driving into her warmth with gusto, Hermione jerking in his arms, that glazed look still in her eyes. The wizard felt himself about to pitch over the edge, but wasn’t ready yet and slowed, easing up. It was time to melt this witch.

Snape stroked her slowly, pulling back Hermione’s damp curls and resting his lips against her ear.

”Give me an oath,” he breathed, still burying himself in her body.

”What?” Hermione replied.

”Give me an oath you will never reveal what I am about to tell you to anyone, witch. I require it,” he hissed.

”Fine. I solemnly swear I will never reveal what you are about to tell me,” the witch said tiredly, her body rocking gently in the wizard’s arms as he continued to fuck her. It was a sad oath, but it took anyway, magic swirling about them.

”I am going to rescue Harry Potter and bring down the Dark Lord,” the wizard said.

At last there was a reaction as Hermione stiffened.

”You’re lying. You’re saying that to be cruel,” she said softly.

”I swear that anything I tell you while we are engaged at this moment is the absolute truth,” the wizard purred, driving into her harder as his own oath took. Hermione reacted again, turning her head towards him.

“You’re really going to save Harry?” she asked him, some inflection coming into her voice.

The wizard smirked.

”We are going to save Harry. You, I and the Order, Hermione Granger,” he said, feeling the witch’s body coming to life, “And when Voldemort falls, it will all be over. You were glamoured when you were a whore, no one knows what you’ve done save myself, the guard, Voldemort and Reginald. The Dark Lord will be dead, Reginald obliviated, the guard over Harry either killed or obliviated depending on how hard he fights, and me, I keep many secrets. I will not reveal yours. You can have your life back.”

He felt Hermione shudder in his arms, then quake. He pulled out of her and rolled the witch to her back, climbing back on top of her and penetrating her again as tears rolled from her eyes. Proof she was feeling.

”How? How will you do it?” she asked him as he began to thrust into her again, gently this time, his dark eyes focused on her face.

”I am raising an army as we speak. They are weak now, but soon will be fit enough to fight. There are some logistics problems but I am sure, if your brain hasn’t been completely pickled by excess sperm, witch, you will help me figure it out. You can still think, can’t you?” he asked her, thrusting into her hard for emphasis.

This time, Hermione gasped.

“Yes. If I have enough time,” she said to the wizard, her body’s motions matching his own now. Snape bit his lower lip as he felt a pulse in his balls.

”You will have a month. I already have a rudimentary plan as to how to get Harry out once we find his location. You will play a large part. As the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement I have powerful resources. Hundreds that can do the footwork for me without question. They blindly follow my every order, though I doubt they will rise up to fight. We won’t need them to once the Dark Lord falls. And he will fall,” he said to the witch, “The days of darkness are almost over. It was Providence you came to me as you did. You’ve opened the way, witch.”

Hermione blinked up at him, then sobbed again, clutching the wizard to her.

”Yesss, let it out. Let it out, Hermione,” he breathed, beginning to piston into her and feeling her body clutch and tighten around him, Hermione letting out a cry as she climaxed.

Snape followed her with a curse and a whimper, his seed pouring into the witch as she held on to him as if he were the last handhold on earth. Gasping, he fell still, the last pulses of his release thrumming through him. A deep sense of satisfaction washed over him as he looked down at the panting witch, knowing that more than likely this was the first time she climaxed in a long time, if she ever did.

Physically, he could have never reached her, but he knew what she needed. It was the same thing he had needed these past two years.

Hope.

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A/N: All right. Now I’m really going to bed. Next chapter will explain exactly what happened immediately after Voldemort won, some of the dastardly things happening in the wizarding world and why Hermione was forced into this lifestyle. Thanks for reading.