Curiosity

A/N: This will be the last chapter, but not the last tale I post...too many things running through my head not to put them into words LOL....thanks so much to the readers who reviewed.....Heidi, you rock, thank you so much.

Be on the look out for more SS/HG wich is my fav. and probably some DM/HG because I just cant help but love the little ferrett......and as of last night, Lucius Malfoy came to play in my lurid fantasy life LOL........so enjoy!






CHAPTER 7: The test


Hermione continued to see Severus almost every night for over a month, then suddenly, nothing. He didn’t owl her, didn’t come to visit her for lunch at work as he had been known to do on occasion, no contact was made whatsoever. She was sulking as she sat at the table of the Pub with her friends, not really enjoying their time together as she normally did. Ron was dancing with one of the professors from Beauxbatons, and Harry was dancing with his wife, Ginny. Hermione was left sitting at the table, her fingers tracing over the band around her wrist.

“What’s wrong Mione?” Draco asked, reaching over to take her hand.
“I haven’t heard from him in two weeks.” She said softly. Draco tilted his head to the side and smiled at her sadly.
“I told you to be careful with your heart, love.” He said, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead. “Severus is an amazing Dom, but he has never loved one of his subs Mione, and he has been at this for years.”
“Then why do you apprentice to him Draco? Why do you allow him to guide you through this? Do you want to be alone all your life?” She asked.
“No, I apprentice with him because I want to learn the lifestyle, the technique to bring pleasure without harming my partner. My hope is to find someone I can love, someone to share this life with me as my wife, partner, and sub.”
“That’s so sweet.” She laid he hand along the side of his face. “Maybe it’s me, maybe I am just unlovable.” She said with a frown.
“No, that’s absolutely not true. If Sev can’t see what he has in you, then he doesn’t deserve the love you have for him. You do love him, don’t you?”
“I do.” She said before the tears go the better of her. Draco pulled her close, letting her head rest on his shoulder. “Why couldn’t it have been you?”
“We don’t get to choose who we love Mione, love chooses for us.” He said kissing the top of her head. “Besides, I’m not sure we would suit.”
“Why not? We’re friends, we like the same food, the same wines, music and movies. I know your good in bed.” She said with a laugh.
“Well, thank you, but don’t let the others know about our little night of play, they would skin me alive.” He laughed. “But there is one major factor to consider…”
“What’s that?”
“You are in love with Severus.”
“Yes, there is that.” She said sadly. She did love Severus, and he was breaking her heart.

By the time Draco and the gang dropped her off at home, a fearsome thunderstorm had developed outside, and it matched the one steadily brewing inside Hermione. She stood in the dark foyer of her flat, her keys still clasped in her hands. She jumped with every clap of thunder, and her anger and frustration grew with ever streak of lightning. Maybe she had had too much to drink, maybe it was sexual frustration, but whatever it was, it was taking over.

She spun on her heel, stepping out into the storm and rushing to the end of the lane to the apparation point, then with a slight tugging sensation, she was gone, only to reappear outside the gates of Snape Manor. She marched up the drive to the front door, determined to see this, whatever you wanted to call her relationship with the git, to its conclusion, whatever it may be. She didn’t merely knock, she cast a spell that put a little extra ‘oomph’ behind her knock, one that shook the doors and rattled the windows far more than any storm could.

She was rewarded when he appeared, flinging the door open with such anger that she could feel the sting of it just by meeting his gaze.
“Ms. Granger, what are you doing here at this time of night, in a storm no less?” He asked.
“We need to talk.” She said, pushing past him and entering his house. He continued to stare into the night for a moment, a smirk lifting the corners of his mouth. She had come to him sooner than he expected. He shut the door with an exaggerated sigh, turning to stare at her.
“You’re dripping on my carpet.” He sneered. She slowly began removing her clothes, not looking away from him as she did so. She cast a drying charm over her skin and hair, and tossed her clothes onto a low wooden bench by the wall. “What did you want to talk to me about Ms. Granger?” He asked her as he walked down the hall and back to the sitting room. He took his seat in the large wingback chair, propping his feet on the ottoman. Normally she would have sat there at his feet, but tonight was different.
“Why haven’t I heard from you?” She asked.
“I have had nothing to say.” He told her, his nonchalance making her anger rise.
“Then we are finished?” She asked, her eyes beginning to burn and sting as the tears formed.
“I did not say that.” He told her, crossing his arms in a gesture so familiar, so…..him, that it forced her tears to the surface.
“Why? Why are you doing this to me?” She sobbed.
“Because, It pleases me to do so.” He sneered. “And I always do what pleases me.”
“This isn’t right, you can’t toy with me this way…” Severus leapt to his feet, his eyes boring into hers as he stalked towards her.
“I can do whatever I want to you.” He growled as he approached. She began backing slowly away from him as he advanced on her, the look in his eyes frightened her. “You dare show up at my home and make demands?” Her back hit the stone wall, her head snapping back when he stopped before her. “You have no rights here, I say what is right and wrong, I determine your treatment.” He looked over her, a nasty sneer on his face. “You think you can tell me what I can and can not do? You filthy little mudblood…” Her eyes flashed and she raised her hand, intending to hit him but he grabbed her wrist, slamming it back into the stone wall by her head, she tried with the other but it too met the same fate. “You want to hit me?”
“Yes, you bastard!” She screamed.
“You’re pissed off aren’t you?”
“Yes, I hate you!” She spat.
“No, I think not my little pet, its not me you hate.” He lowered his head, his lips barely brushing over hers, his tongue slipping out to trace along her jaw. “It’s how I make you feel that you hate so much. You need me…”
“Stop…” She pleaded, closing her eyes, trying to pull away. How could he do this? How could her body betray her by responding with arousal?
“You want me.” He breathed into her ear, pressing his hardened cock into her stomach. “You’ve wanted me so badly these last few weeks that it hurt didn’t it?” She whimpered as he rotated his hips against her. “Answer me you little bitch!” He pressed harder into her.
“Yes.” He sobbed.
“Did you touch your little pussy? Did you finger it, pretending it was me?”
“Yes.” She answered, her tears flowing freely.
“It wasn’t enough was it?” He smiled when she shook her head. “And it never will be, because you belong to me, and nothing, no one will ever be enough for you again.” He yanked on her wrists, dragging her behind him into the hall and to his room.
“You have destroyed me.” She sobbed quietly when he shoved her through the door.
“No my little witch, I did not destroy you, only the mask you have worn for so many years.” With a wave of his hand, the room was alight with hundreds of floating candles. With a tap of his wand, a thick, black satin ribbon floated from the ceiling to land in his open palm. Stretching it taut between his hands, he approached her, divesting himself of his clothing along the way.
“Climb into the bed Hermione. Climb into the center, then grasp the headboard.”
“You cant mean to…” She stammered as she looked around for a way to escape.
“Oh, I do, and I will. Do it now pet.” She walked backwards, when her legs hit the end of the bed she sat down and began to scoot back until she was resting against the pillows. “Grasp the headboard, now.” She reached over her head, gasping when she swung over her, straddling her waist, his huge, hard cock standing rampant before her eyes. He leaned forward, wrapping her wrists together with the black ribbon before tying them tight to the headboard.
“You belong to me, with this ribbon, I bind thee….” He began to murmur. Her eyes widened when she realized what he was doing.
“Severus…” She whimpered. He leaned forward, kissing her lips softly.
“With this kiss, I pledge thee my troth…” His fingers slid over her chest, circling her pouting nipple, leaning forward he let his tongue lave and suck on the turgid peaks. He rested his palm against the center of her chest, feeling her pounding heart beneath. He placed his other hand against his own.
“By syncing our heartbeat, I pledge eternal devotion…” He slid his body down, pushing her thighs apart with his knees. He rubbed the head of cock between the slick folds of her sex, then pressed into her.
“With my body, I worship thee….” He began to thrust into her with long, hard, even strokes that had her writhing and moaning within her bonds. She lifted her legs to wrap around him, unable to fight, unable to resist the orgasm building within her. His hands slid along her waist, sliding beneath her hips to cup her ass, and tilt her hips to receive him deeper, the head of his cock hitting the mouth of her womb with every thrust.
“Severus, please….” She pleaded. He increased his pace, the sound of their flesh coming together filled the room. He looked into her eyes, and with a smirk he whispered. “Now.” It was all she needed, she came so hard she actually could see the tiny flashes of light behind her clenched lids. He felt her convulse around his cock he began to pound harder until finally, he cried out as he came deep inside her, bathing her womb with his seed.
“With my seed, I bind you to me.” He smiled. “You are mine now, forever.” He said as he placed his hand over her stomach.
“Why?” She looked at him, eyes widened in amazement. “Why did you bind us Severus?” He reached above her and tugged the ribbon, releasing the knot and allowing her to lower her arms. She slid them around his neck as he looked down at her, resting his weight on his elbows. “Why did you do it?”
“Because I love you, my pet.” He said, kissing her softly.
“Then why did you stay away….”
“I wanted to see how long it would take you to come back my love. I needed to know if you loved me.”
“How could you doubt it?”
“If you had lived my life Hermione, you would understand.” He said softly.
“I love you Severus.” She whispered. “What happens now?” She asked.
“Well, you will move here, with me for starters. You will wear my ring, and bear my name. As I have now bound us together, you are my bride. We can have a public ceremony for your friends if you like.” He kissed her, letting his tongue slip inside to taste. “And soon, we will welcome the gift we have been given this night.”
“A baby?” She asked brightly.
“Yes, does that please you?” He asked with a smile.
“Oh, I do love you.”

EPILOGUE


It’s hard being a ghost, its lonely at times, and one does miss their friends. But mostly, the ghost of Albus Dumbledore missed candy. He slipped through the walls of Snape manor, smiling as he drifted down the hall. He missed his old friend, and visited often, more than he used to now that his house had become much more interesting to visit. He slipped through the wooden doors to the nursery, peeking in at young Silas Snape asleep in his crib. The two year old was delightfully intelligent, and the most curious child Albus had ever seen. Oh how he would shake things up at Hogwarts.
Severus had resumed teaching and Albus was certain, for he just knew these things, that teaching his own child was going to prove more a challenge than Severus ever dreamed. Albus drifted over to where little Sofia lay in her bassinet, her pretty little rosebud lips sucking at some invisible treat. The infant looked so much like her father it was frightening, hopefully she would not inherit his nose. He checked the protection wards, then drifted into the hall, searching for his friend.
Through the door and down the stairs he rounded the corner and gasped. Hermione Snape was suspended from chains that hung from the ceiling, her ankles shackeled to a wooden platform. Severus, wearing a black leather suit, was standing off to the side as she was paddled by a familiar, platinum haired pureblood. He knew he should look away, but he found that his curiosity wouldn’t allow it. He had never seen such a thing, had never imagined it to be a pastime his friend, not to mention Hermione, would engage in.
“Hello Albus, staying for the show?” Severus asked with a sneer as he crossed his arms.
“Again Draco, harder this time.” He shouted.
“Ummm….maybe I should visit later…..” Albus answered, if it were possible for a ghost to blush, he would no doubt have been the color of a beet.
“Oh!” Hermione cried when Draco swung the paddle again, smacking her reddened backside once more. “Please, do come for tea…” She giggled.
Albus shook his head as he slowly backed out of the room and drifted up the stairs. It was a curious thing, the lifestyle some people chose to lead. Curious indeed.