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Adult ++
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32
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20,765
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More Than an Icy Hand
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: This chapter contains sexual abuse/molestation
Chapter 7 ~ More Than an Icy Hand
Hermione lay sleeping comfortably in Severus’ bed. She was dreaming of her husband making advances toward her…it was a game they often played when she was in the mood to be ravaged. She would pretend to deny him, and he would pointedly not be denied, leaping on her and having his way with her mercilessly. She had not come to that part yet however. Currently she was backing up around the room pursued slowly but menacingly by Severus, who wore a deliciously lecherous smirk on his face. She writhed in the bed a little.
The presence floated through the walls of the Potions office, the study and drifted into Hermione’s bedroom. The temperature dropped quickly. Hermione slept, but waves of desire radiated from her because of the nature of her dreaming.
Just like a mudblood female, always ready to rut. The presence wavered, remembering his secret shame, a tidal wave of want rippled through it as it saw the darkness in the woman below him curling with power. Whatever the mudblood was dreaming, it appealed to her darker side. The light was there, but overpowered. He drifted closer and touched her breast through her gown.. It compressed, and the woman shifted from the cool contact the wave of desire increasing slightly. It was power, but not strong enough. Her fear would strengthen him. He grasped both the woman’s breasts and massaged them roughly, the flesh appearing to mash and ripple on its own.
Hermione’s eyes flew open as she felt cool hands on her breasts. Had Severus returned and decided to indulge himself? Hermione looked down to see her breasts moving erratically and no one above her. Thinking she was being molested by someone either in an invisibility cloak or under a disillusionment spell, she screamed and kicked out viciously, but came into contact with nothing, and the molestation continued. She tried to push the invisible hands off her but again met air. Suddenly her nipples were stretched forward and if being pulled, and Hermione gasped, and tried to leap from the bed. She was thrown back against it by a powerful force and her limbs would not respond. She tried to scream but had no voice. She had never been so terrified in her life as she lay there at the mercy of something she could not see.
The neck of her gown lifted slightly, then tore down the middle, exposing her body. Hermione screamed silently, trying to buck her body. The unmistakable imprint of a hand was clearly visible on the mound of her breast now, and a cold mouth descended on the other. She gasped and struggled as it suckled her. She could see a depression move across her skin as the cool unseen hand moved across her belly, exploring her flesh, sliding down to her thigh as the mouth worked on her breast. Her nipple was moving oddly on its own, stretching and depressing as her invisible molester laved it with an icy mouth.
Waves of Hermione’s horror and fear washed over him, strong, and pleasurable. He felt himself growing stronger as he provoked even more fear, drawing the warmth from her body slowly. He moved his hand slowly lower, over her thigh and felt the fear increase as he moved it closer to her middle. Her dream had made her wet and he could discern the lines of heat rising from her apex. Touching her there would generate the most powerful and delicious fear. But not yet. His cool hands on her body were sending power, he would take as much as he liked before he went below. He lowered his mouth between her breasts with pressure, making an indentation which she watched wide-eyed with terror…the darkness in her was responding, wetting his whole being. His mouth slid downward and Hermione watched the indentation descend toward her pelvis, another silent scream on her lips.
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Marcus was in the DA class, conducting a wands-on lesson about dealing with Boggarts, creature that hid in small dark spaces, like closets and cabinets, and upon discovery, would turn into whatever the finder feared most. He enjoyed teaching the Boggart lesson. It turned into Severus Snape more times than he could count. The Snape-Boggart was then subjected to the “Riddikulus” spell and draped in an assortment of tutus, dresses, and mini-skirts, shrunk to mouse size, drenched in clown make-up, turned into a rather goofy looking bat and an assortment of other imaginative answers to easing the student’s terrors. But there was one moment that turned really frightening, causing the female students (with the exception of one or two who wore a look of extreme interest) to run screaming to the back of the room, while the males gaped in wonder and awe. Someone had imagined Severus Snape naked and the size of his endowment was enormous. Marcus quickly banished the Boggart back to the closet, but the damage had been done. Severus could only wonder about the terrified looks the females of his Hufflepuff class would give him anytime he drew close, one actually fainting and having to be enervated and sent to the infirmary.
Marcus had responded with a grudging admiration. Severus didn’t have his talent after all. The Potions Master was certainly swinging, if the Boggart had got it right, which it probably had. Hermione had to be a lot tougher and sicker than he gave her credit for. With a tool like that, Severus could do a woman a lot of damage.
The current incarnation of the Boggart was a mountain troll, which was shrunk to the size of a garden gnome. The next student was about to approach the Boggart, when Marcus’ eyes painfully telescoped, and he had a quick image of Hermione’s terrified face, before the pain subsided. Shit. He couldn’t leave the class and he didn’t have any idea where she was. Hastily he told the students to wait and banished the Boggart to the free-standing closet. He went to his desk and scratched out a short note on a piece of parchment, folded it and warded it, then chose an athletic-looking Hufflepuff and instructed him to run and deliver it to the Potions Master’s classroom, as it was very, very important. The boy blanched.
“Fifty points for Hufflepuff house,” Marcus said as incentive. The boy smiled weakly, and tore
from the classroom.like a banshee was on his tail.
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Severus was lecturing on what seemed to be the umpteenth time on the uses of Boomslang in potions. He strode up and down the classroom, occasionally checking that the proper notes were being taken. The classroom door burst open and a panting student ran up to him, holding out a piece of parchment.
“I’m sorry Professor,” the boy panted, “but Professor Delaluci told me to deliver this to you as fast as I could.”
Severus took the parchment out of the boy’s outstretched hand, thanked him and dismissed him. The boy looked stunned he didn’t get points taken. But Severus had a bad feeling as he opened the note. It had only had five words scrawled on it:
Your wife needs you. Marcus.
Severus hesitated. Was this a game Marcus was playing? He couldn’t take the chance. At least if the wizard was correct it would prove that there was some kind of connection. Hurriedly, Severus dismissed the class and exited the Potions classroom. He began to run. He unwarded his office and rushed to the bookshelf, opened it and darted through his study to the bedroom. The sight he saw made him freeze in his tracks.
His wife was laying in the bed, her eyes wide with terror, obviously screaming but with no sound. She was struggling too, but couldn’t seem move her body. Her thighs were raised so her sex was clearly visible, the lips of her pussy moving strangely. He could clearly see the imprint of two hands on her smooth flesh, and realized someone was performing oral sex on her. Severus roared and flung himself at the bed, expecting to come in contact with whoever dared to attack his wife. Instead, he landed on Hermione. Luckily he extended his arms and lessened the impact. Confused, he drew back. Climbing off the bed, he looked at his wife who was trying to tell him something, when he saw the clear imprint of two hands manipulating her breasts.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he bellowed, pulling his wand and firing a stunner across his wife’s body. Her breasts continued to roll under the invisible hands. Desperate, Severus grabbed Hermione’s arm and tried to haul her out of the bed, terrified now. He couldn’t move her, and saw an indentation moving across her belly, down to her pubic hair, which rifled under an invisible hand. Not knowing what else to do he fell on his wife, completely covering her, trying to protect her with his body. She was cold to the touch, but immediately began to scream out loud, the connection broken
The presence was angered by this. Severus’ body had broken his contact. Enraged, he reached into Severus and found his core of darkness. It was condensed around his heart. Beneath it, was a powerful white light, tendrils flashing through the dark core. His love for his wife. But he was dark enough to touch, and he clutched Severus’ heart tightly.
Severus stiffened, his eyes glazing. He couldn’t breath. Hermione stopped screaming and looked at her husband. She rolled him to his back.
“Severus!” she screamed, horrified at the look on his face. He was gasping but couldn’t draw breath, his hands clutching his chest.
“Severus!” she screamed again, beginning to beat on his chest. He was having a heart attack!
Hermione began to scream at him desperately. Her husband was dying!
The presence clutched at Severus’ heart fully intending to kill him. The mudblood was screaming, her fear making him stronger. How much more power would her despair give him? He could feel the life force draining from her husband. Just a little more…
What was this? No. NO! Pain! Pain!
A powerful white light washed over the presence, who screamed in agony, released his hold on Severus’s heart and fled through the bedroom wall.
Hermione’s love for Severus had caused her darkness to withdraw, and the powerful force of her devotion had flared, bathing the evil creature in light, and forcing its presence away before it was weakened beyond recovery.
Severus gasped, air finally rushing to his lungs. The glazed look receded as he lay panting, still clutching his chest. Hermione was in hysterics, screaming that she loved him and he couldn’t die. As soon as he was able, he pulled his naked wife to him, trying to soothe her. He had felt the icy hands clutching his heart. He had felt the hatred and the lust of the thing. Marcus was right. Something evil was at Hogwarts, and it was after his wife.
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Angry, and in pain, the presence drifted down the halls of Hogwarts. A class was letting out. He perceived a group of mudbloods approaching him. He whipped through the crowd, and the students fell, convulsing, bucking wildly on the stone floor. He drifted on, appeased by the screaming but still vengeful. He had been thwarted, and someone would pay.
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A/N: wow, this spirit is really evil and vindictive. At least Marcus came through. Severus knows he is telling the truth now. Wonder what the ghost’s story is…who he is? Maybe we will find out next chapter. Please review.
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Warning: This chapter contains sexual abuse/molestation
Chapter 7 ~ More Than an Icy Hand
Hermione lay sleeping comfortably in Severus’ bed. She was dreaming of her husband making advances toward her…it was a game they often played when she was in the mood to be ravaged. She would pretend to deny him, and he would pointedly not be denied, leaping on her and having his way with her mercilessly. She had not come to that part yet however. Currently she was backing up around the room pursued slowly but menacingly by Severus, who wore a deliciously lecherous smirk on his face. She writhed in the bed a little.
The presence floated through the walls of the Potions office, the study and drifted into Hermione’s bedroom. The temperature dropped quickly. Hermione slept, but waves of desire radiated from her because of the nature of her dreaming.
Just like a mudblood female, always ready to rut. The presence wavered, remembering his secret shame, a tidal wave of want rippled through it as it saw the darkness in the woman below him curling with power. Whatever the mudblood was dreaming, it appealed to her darker side. The light was there, but overpowered. He drifted closer and touched her breast through her gown.. It compressed, and the woman shifted from the cool contact the wave of desire increasing slightly. It was power, but not strong enough. Her fear would strengthen him. He grasped both the woman’s breasts and massaged them roughly, the flesh appearing to mash and ripple on its own.
Hermione’s eyes flew open as she felt cool hands on her breasts. Had Severus returned and decided to indulge himself? Hermione looked down to see her breasts moving erratically and no one above her. Thinking she was being molested by someone either in an invisibility cloak or under a disillusionment spell, she screamed and kicked out viciously, but came into contact with nothing, and the molestation continued. She tried to push the invisible hands off her but again met air. Suddenly her nipples were stretched forward and if being pulled, and Hermione gasped, and tried to leap from the bed. She was thrown back against it by a powerful force and her limbs would not respond. She tried to scream but had no voice. She had never been so terrified in her life as she lay there at the mercy of something she could not see.
The neck of her gown lifted slightly, then tore down the middle, exposing her body. Hermione screamed silently, trying to buck her body. The unmistakable imprint of a hand was clearly visible on the mound of her breast now, and a cold mouth descended on the other. She gasped and struggled as it suckled her. She could see a depression move across her skin as the cool unseen hand moved across her belly, exploring her flesh, sliding down to her thigh as the mouth worked on her breast. Her nipple was moving oddly on its own, stretching and depressing as her invisible molester laved it with an icy mouth.
Waves of Hermione’s horror and fear washed over him, strong, and pleasurable. He felt himself growing stronger as he provoked even more fear, drawing the warmth from her body slowly. He moved his hand slowly lower, over her thigh and felt the fear increase as he moved it closer to her middle. Her dream had made her wet and he could discern the lines of heat rising from her apex. Touching her there would generate the most powerful and delicious fear. But not yet. His cool hands on her body were sending power, he would take as much as he liked before he went below. He lowered his mouth between her breasts with pressure, making an indentation which she watched wide-eyed with terror…the darkness in her was responding, wetting his whole being. His mouth slid downward and Hermione watched the indentation descend toward her pelvis, another silent scream on her lips.
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Marcus was in the DA class, conducting a wands-on lesson about dealing with Boggarts, creature that hid in small dark spaces, like closets and cabinets, and upon discovery, would turn into whatever the finder feared most. He enjoyed teaching the Boggart lesson. It turned into Severus Snape more times than he could count. The Snape-Boggart was then subjected to the “Riddikulus” spell and draped in an assortment of tutus, dresses, and mini-skirts, shrunk to mouse size, drenched in clown make-up, turned into a rather goofy looking bat and an assortment of other imaginative answers to easing the student’s terrors. But there was one moment that turned really frightening, causing the female students (with the exception of one or two who wore a look of extreme interest) to run screaming to the back of the room, while the males gaped in wonder and awe. Someone had imagined Severus Snape naked and the size of his endowment was enormous. Marcus quickly banished the Boggart back to the closet, but the damage had been done. Severus could only wonder about the terrified looks the females of his Hufflepuff class would give him anytime he drew close, one actually fainting and having to be enervated and sent to the infirmary.
Marcus had responded with a grudging admiration. Severus didn’t have his talent after all. The Potions Master was certainly swinging, if the Boggart had got it right, which it probably had. Hermione had to be a lot tougher and sicker than he gave her credit for. With a tool like that, Severus could do a woman a lot of damage.
The current incarnation of the Boggart was a mountain troll, which was shrunk to the size of a garden gnome. The next student was about to approach the Boggart, when Marcus’ eyes painfully telescoped, and he had a quick image of Hermione’s terrified face, before the pain subsided. Shit. He couldn’t leave the class and he didn’t have any idea where she was. Hastily he told the students to wait and banished the Boggart to the free-standing closet. He went to his desk and scratched out a short note on a piece of parchment, folded it and warded it, then chose an athletic-looking Hufflepuff and instructed him to run and deliver it to the Potions Master’s classroom, as it was very, very important. The boy blanched.
“Fifty points for Hufflepuff house,” Marcus said as incentive. The boy smiled weakly, and tore
from the classroom.like a banshee was on his tail.
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Severus was lecturing on what seemed to be the umpteenth time on the uses of Boomslang in potions. He strode up and down the classroom, occasionally checking that the proper notes were being taken. The classroom door burst open and a panting student ran up to him, holding out a piece of parchment.
“I’m sorry Professor,” the boy panted, “but Professor Delaluci told me to deliver this to you as fast as I could.”
Severus took the parchment out of the boy’s outstretched hand, thanked him and dismissed him. The boy looked stunned he didn’t get points taken. But Severus had a bad feeling as he opened the note. It had only had five words scrawled on it:
Your wife needs you. Marcus.
Severus hesitated. Was this a game Marcus was playing? He couldn’t take the chance. At least if the wizard was correct it would prove that there was some kind of connection. Hurriedly, Severus dismissed the class and exited the Potions classroom. He began to run. He unwarded his office and rushed to the bookshelf, opened it and darted through his study to the bedroom. The sight he saw made him freeze in his tracks.
His wife was laying in the bed, her eyes wide with terror, obviously screaming but with no sound. She was struggling too, but couldn’t seem move her body. Her thighs were raised so her sex was clearly visible, the lips of her pussy moving strangely. He could clearly see the imprint of two hands on her smooth flesh, and realized someone was performing oral sex on her. Severus roared and flung himself at the bed, expecting to come in contact with whoever dared to attack his wife. Instead, he landed on Hermione. Luckily he extended his arms and lessened the impact. Confused, he drew back. Climbing off the bed, he looked at his wife who was trying to tell him something, when he saw the clear imprint of two hands manipulating her breasts.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he bellowed, pulling his wand and firing a stunner across his wife’s body. Her breasts continued to roll under the invisible hands. Desperate, Severus grabbed Hermione’s arm and tried to haul her out of the bed, terrified now. He couldn’t move her, and saw an indentation moving across her belly, down to her pubic hair, which rifled under an invisible hand. Not knowing what else to do he fell on his wife, completely covering her, trying to protect her with his body. She was cold to the touch, but immediately began to scream out loud, the connection broken
The presence was angered by this. Severus’ body had broken his contact. Enraged, he reached into Severus and found his core of darkness. It was condensed around his heart. Beneath it, was a powerful white light, tendrils flashing through the dark core. His love for his wife. But he was dark enough to touch, and he clutched Severus’ heart tightly.
Severus stiffened, his eyes glazing. He couldn’t breath. Hermione stopped screaming and looked at her husband. She rolled him to his back.
“Severus!” she screamed, horrified at the look on his face. He was gasping but couldn’t draw breath, his hands clutching his chest.
“Severus!” she screamed again, beginning to beat on his chest. He was having a heart attack!
Hermione began to scream at him desperately. Her husband was dying!
The presence clutched at Severus’ heart fully intending to kill him. The mudblood was screaming, her fear making him stronger. How much more power would her despair give him? He could feel the life force draining from her husband. Just a little more…
What was this? No. NO! Pain! Pain!
A powerful white light washed over the presence, who screamed in agony, released his hold on Severus’s heart and fled through the bedroom wall.
Hermione’s love for Severus had caused her darkness to withdraw, and the powerful force of her devotion had flared, bathing the evil creature in light, and forcing its presence away before it was weakened beyond recovery.
Severus gasped, air finally rushing to his lungs. The glazed look receded as he lay panting, still clutching his chest. Hermione was in hysterics, screaming that she loved him and he couldn’t die. As soon as he was able, he pulled his naked wife to him, trying to soothe her. He had felt the icy hands clutching his heart. He had felt the hatred and the lust of the thing. Marcus was right. Something evil was at Hogwarts, and it was after his wife.
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Angry, and in pain, the presence drifted down the halls of Hogwarts. A class was letting out. He perceived a group of mudbloods approaching him. He whipped through the crowd, and the students fell, convulsing, bucking wildly on the stone floor. He drifted on, appeased by the screaming but still vengeful. He had been thwarted, and someone would pay.
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A/N: wow, this spirit is really evil and vindictive. At least Marcus came through. Severus knows he is telling the truth now. Wonder what the ghost’s story is…who he is? Maybe we will find out next chapter. Please review.