Inside the Blackest Heart (Edit, Not Update)
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
65
Views:
60,683
Reviews:
1020
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Final Epilogue
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Chapter 64 ~ Final Epilogue
Severus blinked at the empty spot where Lucius was just arguing with him moments before, then turned to face Hermione, who was sitting on the edge of the bed looking up at him. Her eyes were still heated. He hadn’t completed his job yet. Still rubbing his neck, he sat down on the bed next to her. Hermione looked at the red line around the Potions Masters throat.
“That looks like it smarts,” she said.
“It does,” Snape agreed.
Hermione reached up and ran her finger around the red line. It disappeared, and Snape sighed with relief, then looked at her, his black eyes hungry.
“Thank you,” he said, rising off the bed and getting on his knees on the floor, positioning himself between her thighs and pulling her forward slightly.
“You were jealous of Lucius,” she observed, her amber eyes looking at him intently as he concentrated on positioning his cock to enter her again. He looked up at her.
"I simply decided you only needed one consort,” he said, “Don’t make more of that than what it is.”
Hermione smirked at him.
“You didn’t give him a chance to fuck me,” she continued.
Snape scowled at her.
“I said, Hermione, that I decided you only needed one consort. And he did fuck you, out of turn I might add.” Snape said, sliding his cock into her slowly as she gasped. They faced each other, the Potions Master embedded deep inside the Primordial, connected but not moving.
“Do you still want him? You are not bound to me. If you asked him to come to you, he would,” Snape said, his eyes hard. “I couldn’t stop you.”
He pulled back and thrust into her, making her gasp.
“But if you did call him, that would negate the purpose of having a consort,” he added.
He thrust into her again, pulling her to him roughly and making her cry out as he hit bottom, his black eyes locked to her face. He studied how she looked when he made her ache, surprised, hungry, needy. Beautiful.
“So you aren’t jealous of me?” she asked him, bearing down on him, squeezing his cock inside her so he hissed. Severus looked at her, and decided to tell her how he honestly felt.
“Hermione, I am not jealous of you in the way men are jealous of the women they care about. My jealousy is more in the nature of you being my territory and my reward. I am the one who woke your powers when I took your virginity. I am the one who saved you from Dumbledore when he would have killed you. I am the one who arranged for your protection by the Dark Lord. I have been punished for you. In my opinion, I deserve to be the only one who fucks you because of the service I have rendered you.”
Hermione squeezed him again, causing him to grunt and jerk inside her. He scowled and held her firmly so he could finish what he had to say to her. Now that he was her consort, he didn’t want any misunderstandings between them. He continued.
“I risked my life for you in the process of working toward my own ends. The fact is, you wouldn’t be here if not for me. It is my right to take my pleasure of you, and my right alone. The status seeking Lucius Malfoys of this world can go fuck themselves. If I had my way, no other wizard would ever be able to boast that the most powerful witch in the world submitted to him. I don’t need to boast about fucking you. It is a personal pleasure and satisfaction. After all, I’ve earned you.”
His voice softened a bit.
“I don’t plan to make any changes in my life. I enjoy women. I like the hunt, and I like variety. Most likely I will continue to plow through them for the rest of my life. It is my nature and I will be true to it. But I assure you, Hermione, that you will be the only woman I will return to time after time until such time as you no longer want me for a consort.”
Hermione looked at the Potion Master’s frank and sincere expression. No, it wasn’t a declaration of love, or even care, but it did suggest he felt a bond with her that he felt with no other woman. She thought she could live with that. He couldn’t give her anything more.
Hermione shifted her body forward, impaling the Potion Master’s cock deeper inside her. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, her fingers playing in his silky hair
“Very well, Consort…less talking, more thrusting. You have a job to do, after all,” she said, her amber eyes soft.
Snape’s nostrils flared, and his black eyes burned hungrily into hers. He tightened his grip on her waist.
“As you wish, Primordial.”
FIN
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A/N: Sorry about the lack of promised lemons, but I felt I needed to wrap the story up. It didn’t end on a note of love, but it did end with them reaching an understanding. For a dark fic, I think that it’s suitable enough compromise for those who wanted a happy ending and those who didn't want Snape to change into a puffball at the very end. I hope you all enjoyed “In the Blackest Heart” and I appreciated all your support, honest reviews and emails. See you next story. Please leave a final review.
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Chapter 64 ~ Final Epilogue
Severus blinked at the empty spot where Lucius was just arguing with him moments before, then turned to face Hermione, who was sitting on the edge of the bed looking up at him. Her eyes were still heated. He hadn’t completed his job yet. Still rubbing his neck, he sat down on the bed next to her. Hermione looked at the red line around the Potions Masters throat.
“That looks like it smarts,” she said.
“It does,” Snape agreed.
Hermione reached up and ran her finger around the red line. It disappeared, and Snape sighed with relief, then looked at her, his black eyes hungry.
“Thank you,” he said, rising off the bed and getting on his knees on the floor, positioning himself between her thighs and pulling her forward slightly.
“You were jealous of Lucius,” she observed, her amber eyes looking at him intently as he concentrated on positioning his cock to enter her again. He looked up at her.
"I simply decided you only needed one consort,” he said, “Don’t make more of that than what it is.”
Hermione smirked at him.
“You didn’t give him a chance to fuck me,” she continued.
Snape scowled at her.
“I said, Hermione, that I decided you only needed one consort. And he did fuck you, out of turn I might add.” Snape said, sliding his cock into her slowly as she gasped. They faced each other, the Potions Master embedded deep inside the Primordial, connected but not moving.
“Do you still want him? You are not bound to me. If you asked him to come to you, he would,” Snape said, his eyes hard. “I couldn’t stop you.”
He pulled back and thrust into her, making her gasp.
“But if you did call him, that would negate the purpose of having a consort,” he added.
He thrust into her again, pulling her to him roughly and making her cry out as he hit bottom, his black eyes locked to her face. He studied how she looked when he made her ache, surprised, hungry, needy. Beautiful.
“So you aren’t jealous of me?” she asked him, bearing down on him, squeezing his cock inside her so he hissed. Severus looked at her, and decided to tell her how he honestly felt.
“Hermione, I am not jealous of you in the way men are jealous of the women they care about. My jealousy is more in the nature of you being my territory and my reward. I am the one who woke your powers when I took your virginity. I am the one who saved you from Dumbledore when he would have killed you. I am the one who arranged for your protection by the Dark Lord. I have been punished for you. In my opinion, I deserve to be the only one who fucks you because of the service I have rendered you.”
Hermione squeezed him again, causing him to grunt and jerk inside her. He scowled and held her firmly so he could finish what he had to say to her. Now that he was her consort, he didn’t want any misunderstandings between them. He continued.
“I risked my life for you in the process of working toward my own ends. The fact is, you wouldn’t be here if not for me. It is my right to take my pleasure of you, and my right alone. The status seeking Lucius Malfoys of this world can go fuck themselves. If I had my way, no other wizard would ever be able to boast that the most powerful witch in the world submitted to him. I don’t need to boast about fucking you. It is a personal pleasure and satisfaction. After all, I’ve earned you.”
His voice softened a bit.
“I don’t plan to make any changes in my life. I enjoy women. I like the hunt, and I like variety. Most likely I will continue to plow through them for the rest of my life. It is my nature and I will be true to it. But I assure you, Hermione, that you will be the only woman I will return to time after time until such time as you no longer want me for a consort.”
Hermione looked at the Potion Master’s frank and sincere expression. No, it wasn’t a declaration of love, or even care, but it did suggest he felt a bond with her that he felt with no other woman. She thought she could live with that. He couldn’t give her anything more.
Hermione shifted her body forward, impaling the Potion Master’s cock deeper inside her. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, her fingers playing in his silky hair
“Very well, Consort…less talking, more thrusting. You have a job to do, after all,” she said, her amber eyes soft.
Snape’s nostrils flared, and his black eyes burned hungrily into hers. He tightened his grip on her waist.
“As you wish, Primordial.”
FIN
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A/N: Sorry about the lack of promised lemons, but I felt I needed to wrap the story up. It didn’t end on a note of love, but it did end with them reaching an understanding. For a dark fic, I think that it’s suitable enough compromise for those who wanted a happy ending and those who didn't want Snape to change into a puffball at the very end. I hope you all enjoyed “In the Blackest Heart” and I appreciated all your support, honest reviews and emails. See you next story. Please leave a final review.