Disharmony in the Dungeons

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Chapter 7 ~ An Unexpected Visitor

Severus stood in Hermione’s kitchen staring after the witch, trying to regain control over himself. Needing to do something, he started gathering the dishes up off the table and transferring them to the sink, much like a muggle would do. The Professor caught himself, stuck out his hand, murmured the scourgify incantation and cleaned everything at once. Then he put the dishes, pots and utensils away. He looked back towards Hermione’s bedroom, then stiffly exited her rooms and closed the entrance to it.

He paced his study back and forth for a few minutes, cursing his outburst. The witch had no idea why he was acting so insane, and he was acting insane. He hadn’t been married to Hermione even a full day yet, and he was raging about her infidelity, when he had no right to. He sat down in the closest armchair and gazed into the fire.

He had always thought of Hermione as a very bright young witch, with a focus on the future, not one of these hormone driven little chits who flipped on their backs anytime a wizard had a kind word for them. Actually, he admired the fact that the Gryffindor witch was so goal-oriented, so dedicated to the acquisition of knowledge, and worked so hard to master almost everything she put her hands to. She very nearly had perfect marks in his class, if he were more lenient on her, she would…but he felt he had to be a foil against all the simpering Professors who merely gushed over the witches abilities and didn’t attempt to challenge her. If he simply allowed her to breeze through his class, she would have no idea how to work against adversity, or to handle failure. So far, she had turned out to be quite the determined little witch and up to this point he had been rather proud of her, though he would never tell her so. He never gave her his approval, just as he never gave her perfect marks, whether she deserved them or not. He figured he would let her know how well she had really done when she graduated.

Until yesterday, she had always been Hermione Granger the student, the know-it-all, the chaste, focused little Gryffindor, part of the Golden Trio, and Dumbledore’s pet as well as the pride of Gryffindor. She was still the buck-toothed little chit that almost ran to the dais to be sorted into her house, all bushy hair and excitement. Yes, he noticed some subtle physical changes in Hermione, but he didn’t focus on them. He was her Professor, and his real focus was her mind, developing and sharpening it, filling it with knowledge, teaching it how to think for itself. When Hermione entered Albus’ office dressed like the young woman she really was, it threw him for a loop. He couldn’t remember her becoming beautiful or desirable.

Severus had kissed Hermione the way he did during the ceremony primarily to irritate those in attendance, but a part of him wanted to taste her, and touch her, possibly to affirm that she was real. Even then, he was almost sure that she was pristine, was still that chaste little Gryffindor he imagined, though she did tell him he knew nothing about her. The Professor had thought she was bluffing, that she was just reacting to him calling her on her innocence. Being innocent wasn’t a bad thing. It was a very good thing in all actuality. And it was the one thing that kept Hermione below his radar up to this point. But with the discovery that she wasn’t the pure, inexperienced young woman he thought she was, she was now a blip on the screen.

As far as Severus was concerned, what Hermione was learning now with partners like Mr. Bradcliff was the children’s primer to sex, when she was probably more than capable of handling the unabridged volume of his sexual knowledge and craft. She would be a joy to teach, too, he was sure, just as she was in the classroom. He wanted to teach her badly, now that he knew she was so obviously suited to learning, and there was no messiness of virginity to get in the way.

He groaned a bit. There was a coiling in his belly that had one name on it. Shit. He had to find some relief before he focused on Hermione. Catherine was effectively out of the game, but he needed to fuck someone, vent some of the built up stress and pressure he was feeling. Empty out the lust that was inside him. A substitute would do fine. Hm. He wondered if he could find Sheena. He still had to inform her of his marriage.

Sheena was a twenty-five year old witch, dark-haired, dark-eyed with some dark, twisted tendencies he appreciated. She was a lovely young witch, but rather promiscuous. She had a high sex drive and loved to fuck. She said it was the only thing that made her feel whole. Initially, she had teased Severus when he met her at the Hog’s Head inn, told him he was too old, and that she would probably kill him. Severus was only in his late thirties, not old at all for a wizard. But she still implied it. And that got him pissed and determined to seduce the witch and bring her back to his rooms. He succeeded.

“Who’s old now?” he had hissed as he tore into the witch’s body mercilessly. He rode her until the sun came up. Sheena was instantly hooked on the Potions Master. She had never met anyone like him. For Severus though, the initial excitement wore off quickly. Now she was just another release, another vessel to fill with come. But he sure could use her right now, before he did something to Hermione that would ruin him. She was his wife, but there were still laws about rape. The Ministry would be hard pressed to prove the charges against him, especially since they were the catalyst for this marriage in the first place, forcing people together, but it would be much more satisfying to try to seduce the witch and then fuck the shit out of her.

He stood up, walked to his rooms and got dressed. He was going to see if he could find the dark-eyed witch and talk her into an afternoon dalliance. Now he regretted not getting the two-way mirrors Sheena had asked him for, but he felt the witch was getting too clingy. He didn’t want her constantly contacting him with idiotic conversations of “I’ve been thinking of you, are you thinking of me?” He shuddered. He only thought of Sheena when he wanted to fuck. He exited his rooms, running right into Hermione. He looked her up and down and his belly tightened.

Hermione was dressed in red and black. Snug fitting red jeans, that also hung dangerously low on her hips, and a black strapless shirt, that had a line of what looked like diamonds running down the center of it, that still exposed her midriff and the silver hoop in her navel. And her hair! She had red streaks in her hair that matched her pants! She wore a pair of red and black sandals as well, and had some sunglasses resting on the top of her head. She looked amazing and extremely fuckable.

The Professor’s mouth worked silently for a moment as he gazed at his wife, noting every curve, every inch of exposed skin. She smelled of jasmine. He never remembered the Gryffindor witch dressing like this. Even in muggle clothing, she wore demure blue jeans and perfectly acceptable, rather large t-shirts. But that was back when she was hiding her sexuality, and not trying to attract wizards. The newer, freer Hermione was laying it down hard.

“Hermione, do you not have an outfit that fully covers you? This is, is indecent!” the Professor said, eyeing her, his black eyes flicking to her face.

Hermione scowled at him.

“This is a perfectly acceptable outfit, Severus. I am not an old maid. I’m seventeen, about to become eighteen and fancy free,” she replied, spinning for him so he could see the whole effect. It was breathtaking. The Professor scowled.

“You are not fancy free. You are a married woman,” he seethed before he could catch himself. Shit.

Hermione’s eyebrows rose at this statement, threatening to disappear into her scalp.

“In name only, Professor. Remember? Now, let me see…” she said, looking up at the ceiling and tapping the side of her face with a red fingernail before lowering her amber eyes and looking into his black ones steadily, “ I believe you put it something like this…you would rather not marry me, you’d rather not have your privacy disturbed, and you’d rather not have to explain me to your lovers. Does that sound like the words of a doting, caring husband to you, Severus? It doesn’t to me. That sounds more like the words of a wizard that doesn’t want to be married to his wife, and for all intents and purposes acts unmarried. So what is good for the wizard, Severus, is good for the witch. As far as I am concerned, I am fancy free.”

And with that, Hermione slipped by him and walked up the dungeon corridor, her hips rolling like a ship out to sea. He blinked after her, his black eyes locked on her ass. He got an immediate erection. Circe. Scowling, he followed her, heading for the main door and Knockturn Alley to find that vixen, Sheena.

Hermione entered the main hall first. She was about to take the stairwells up to Gryffindor Tower when a voice called out to her.

“Mrs. Snape?”

Hermione turned to see a wizard approaching her. A very familiar wizard. A strong, large hand captured her own and brought it up to a pair of very soft, accommodating lips. The wizard stood up and gave Hermione a brilliant, smile. Hermione couldn’t help but let out a small gasp as she looked into the cold, gray eyes of Lucius Malfoy.

The wizard looked at her appraisingly, and gave a half leer. He didn’t release her hand.

“You’ve all grown up I see, Mrs. Snape,” he purred. His eyes fell on her belly-button hoop. “Nice piercing.” His other hand rose to touch the ring when Severus appeared and quickly walked up to them. Lucius released Hermione’s hand and gave his fellow wizard a slight bow.

“Ah Severus, I was just saying hello to your …rather delicious little wife,” the wizard said, his eyes back on Hermione rather lustfully. His gray eyes looked sharply between the couple.

“So, how is married life?” he asked them, not waiting for an answer. He looked at Hermione speculatively, “Knowing Severus as I do, I take it the wedding night was one to remember, Mrs. Snape?”

Hermione blushed at the intimacy of the wizard’s question. Severus was glad for it. It implied that what Malfoy insinuated was true. Lucius’ eyes swept over her from head to toe. She certainly was a luscious little bit. Maybe she could be persuaded to share. A little pussy among the brothers was all right. Severus frowned at the wizard. He knew what the handsome blonde deviant was thinking. About boning Hermione. As angry as Severus was at his wife, he wouldn’t wish this twisted bastard on her. But then again, if she wanted a go with him, it would be her choice. Lucius was quite handsome. Several wives of deatheaters had consented to fuck him. They only did it once. Lucius couldn’t get off without causing pain first.

Severus moved closer to Hermione, and placed his arm around her waist possessively. Hermione moved into him. He was the safer of the two wizards. The way Malfoy was looking at her made her distinctly afraid.

“I just came by to congratulate you on your nuptials,” Lucius drawled, removing a small package from under his cloak. “And to give you a small present.”

Hermione reached out her hand to take it, but Severus got it first, giving her a slightly warning look as he did so.

“Thank you Lucius, but you are aware you are to contact me first before you visit,” Severus said, a bit of an edge to his voice as if Lucius purposely breeched protocol. The wizard smiled.

“My apologies, Severus. I didn’t mean to be an imposition,” he said. Then his gray eyes flickered over Severus’ cloak.

“Ah, were you going somewhere, Severus?” he asked him, his eyes flicking back over at Hermione, who quailed a little.

“As a matter of fact, I was Lucius. I had a little errand to run,” he said.

“I see,” Lucius said. His eyes focused on Hermione, “Perhaps your lovely wife would entertain me while you’re gone.” His gray eyes glittered. His meaning was clear.

Severus moved a bit more in front of Hermione.

“I’m afraid after last night, my wife is not up to ‘entertaining’ Lucius. Besides, she is on her way to visit her friends,” he replied. His black eyes were hard.

“Pity,” Lucius said, his eyes dropping freely to Hermione’s breasts. “I’m sure we could have had a lovely visit. Perhaps some other time, Mrs. Snape?”

“Perhaps, Lord Malfoy,” Hermione replied, not knowing what else to say.

Lucius’ eyebrows rose in surprise, then his gaze narrowed as he looked at Severus.

“Your wife seems quite friendly, Severus. I look forward to seeing more of her,” he purred. He nodded to Hermione and Severus, then strode out the main door.

“What a horrible wizard,” Hermione breathed, clutching Severus’ robe.

Severus turned looked at her, then placed both hands on her shoulders firmly, shaking her a little. He seemed to be genuinely concerned.

“You have no idea, Hermione. Never, ever let yourself be alone with him. You understand me? He will hurt you,” Severus said, frowning at her, “Badly. No matter what experiences you may have had prior to this, you are not ever going to be ready for Lucius Malfoy. I assure you.”

“Experiences?” Hermione thought. Then she realized that the Professor thought she was sexually active.

“All right,” she said

Severus’ eyes shifted toward the door that Lucius exited out of. He knew the dark wizard had just targeted his wife.

“Perhaps I should walk you to Gryffindor Tower,” he said, walking her toward the stairs.

“It’s not necessary,” Hermione said. Severus scowled at her.

“Hermione, you might only be my wife in name, but you are still my wife. I am responsible for you and won’t let any harm come to you,” he said, his eyes glittering at her. “Whether you appreciate my efforts or not.”

He took her arm and walked her up the stairwell, and didn’t release her until they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.

The Professor looked at her.

“I was going to go out, Hermione, but I think I will stay at the castle after all. I will be in my rooms if for some reason you need me,” he said. She looked up at him for a moment. She had never seen him look so concerned.

“All right, Severus,” she said softly, “Thank you.”

He nodded at her, his black eyes intense. As Hermione looked into them, she caught an inkling of what Ginny had talked about. He did have amazing eyes…they looked as if they could swallow her whole down into their depths. The witch started uncomfortably, turned and said the password. The portrait swung open and Hermione entered the passageway. She took one more look over her shoulder at the Potions Master, who stood there watching her. Then she walked down to the common room, the portrait swinging closed behind her.

Severus stood there a moment, staring absently at the portrait.

“Ooh, is someone pining after the princess?” the Fat Lady tittered. The Potions Master's dark eyes shifted up and he scowled at the painting.

“Shut up you sow,” he hissed, turning away and heading down the stairwell, robes a-billow.

“Well, I never,” the Fat Lady said, frowning after him.

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A/N: Ooh. Lucius. Bad, bad wizard there. Seems like there was a moment of connection between Hermione and Severus. Nothing like a mutual enemy to bring people together, eh? Please review.