Daydreams of Desire

Forced Companionship

Severus leant heavily on the door he had just closed and warded between himself and the woman he wanted beyond all reason. For the first time in his life, he was completely terrified.He had no defense against this. He couldn’t fight this. He couldn’t make himself. He wanted it too badly. He wanted her too badly. She fired his blood in a way no other had. His hand closed over the doorknob before he knew what he was doing.

Growling, he pushed himself away from the door and paced to the foot of the king-size bed before turning to sit on it and glare at the floor. This was an impossible situation and he didn’t quite know how to handle it.

She left, he reasoned with himself silently. Surely she wouldn’t stay when I so rudely slammed a door in her face! He stood and started for the door but stopped, looking down at his nakedness. He was still erect. His manhood pointed up at him almost accusingly, as if you say, She was a willing woman! And you sent her away?

Groaning, he moved to the armoire and pulled it open. After a moment, he selected a pair of Muggle jeans and a simple white button-down shirt. He wasn’t working today. Minerva had given him the day off to try to collect himself and become more used to his new situation. He could at least try to be comfortable while he was at it!

Once he was dressed he walked back through into his living room. He came to a dead stop when he saw Hermione sitting on his couch with a confused expression on her face. She looked not only confused, but scared.

Walking cautiously around to stand before her, he opened his mouth to demand why she was still in his private chambers but stopped when he saw the huge tears sliding down her cheeks.
She looked up into his face and hiccupped. “I tried to leave. I swear I did,” she apologized. “But the portrait slammed shut and I couldn’t get it open.” Her lips turned down in a depressed pucker. “I’m trapped.”

His own mouth closed after the words that emerged from hers. Sitting down on the edge of the coffee table facing her, he bent his neck so they were eye to eye. “Well, then, I guess maybe this is all connected in some way. Isn’t it?”

She stared at him in silence but nodded her head. Her gaze moved over his face, then down to his jeans. A smile came to her lips. “I guess that answers that question,” she said softly.
Following her gaze, he lifted an eyebrow. “What question?”

She chuckled. “You do own jeans.”

For the space of a few seconds he was silent. Then he started laughing. His laughter was a sound she had never heard and she looked back at his face, startled.

He recovered after a moment and shook his head at her. “Oh, come, now! You know, I’m not merely the bat in the dungeons like every child here would like to think.”

He laughed again before sighing. “I’ve even been to the movies upon occasion.” He felt the beginnings of the arousal he had felt earlier stir within him again. Groaning, he rose and crossed to the other side of the room, hoping the distance would help alleviate the now almost painful erection.

She turned and watched him as he crossed the room. “What’s the matter? Are you in pain?” Hermione asked softly.

He sat heavily on the bench that sat against the opposite wall from her. “Pain is not the word I would use,” he muttered lowly. “Torment is a far more appropriate word for what I am feeling.”

Hermione sat there and watched him in silence for several minutes. He had turned and put one foot on the bench, effectively bending his knee and giving her an enticing view of his profile.
As a somewhat younger man, his face seemed softer. The hard edges and hints of his habitual scowl seemed nonexistent. She found herself admiring him with a small smile.

He gazed intently out the window, seemingly oblivious to her silent observation. They sat there for several minutes before they were interrupted.

Minerva’s head appeared in the grate. “Severus?” She looked into his living quarters with a small smile of greeting.

Gaining his feet, he spared a brief glance at Hermione as he passed her and moved to stand before the fireplace. His voice was strained and weary even though he now looked a generation younger. “Yes, Minerva? Please tell me you’ve figured out what is going on.”

Minerva nodded, stepping through and looking around the room. Her eyes stopped on Hermione and she raised an eyebrow in question. “Miss Granger? What are you doing here?” She paused before turning her gaze to Severus. “This is very unseemly.”

Hermione stood and gestured to herself. “No, Headmistress. This—” she gestured to her larger breasts and shapelier body— “this is unseemly.” She looked to Severus before adding, “Whatever is happening to Professor Snape is happening to me, as well.”

Minerva stood for a moment, taking in Hermione’s altered appearance. For a moment it seemed she was not going to say anything. Then she seemed to think better of her silence and her voice filled the room.

“Before I discovered Miss Granger here, I was going to ask you, Severus, if you had found someone with whom you were pursuing a romantic relationship.” Her gaze lingered on him for a second before she turned to Hermione.

“You see, the ancient magic that surrounds Hogwarts, the magic that was the reason for the Founders of the school to decide on the school being built here, has made the decision of a magical binding.” Her eyes lit up and even seemed to sparkle in a way that actually reminded Hermione of Dumbledore.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but Severus beat her to it. “A magical binding? What kind of magical binding?” he demanded. The tone of his voice sounded suspiciously like an accusation.

Minerva crossed her arms over her chest and looked from one to the other of them. “Simply stated? A marriage between soulmates.” She scoffed. “I had come here to ask if one of the new young Professors had caught your attention, but I see it is a student who has taken your fancy.”
Her gaze was laced with disapproval. “Severus, how could you? It is against the rules to engage in any sexual relationship with a student! She’s too young!”

This time it was Hermione who spoke. “Pardon me, Headmistress, but Professor Snape has done nothing physically to me.” She gestured to the man who was now staring at her along with Minerva. “He has never laid a finger on me. I swear it to you.”

Obviously Minerva didn’t believe it, because her eyebrow raised and her lips pulled into a thin line. This only served to infuriate Hermione more and she stamped her foot. “He has never laid a finger on me! To prove it, I would take a wizarding oath!” Her anger was evident.

Minerva’s eyes widened and she held out her hands in a sign of confusion. “Then how did this happen? The two of you have been joined together in a spiritual way that goes deeper than any ritual that can be performed by mere wizards.”

She shook her head as she continued, “This is deep. This is seriously deep. Your lives are now forever tied together. Even in death. That’s why you woke up so much younger, Severus. Your and Hermione’s lifelines have been eternally tied together. You will live your lives forever connected. When one of you dies, the other shall follow within mere days.”

Hermione’s legs seemed no longer able to support her weight and she found herself sinking back down onto the couch she had been sitting on moments before. “Oh, bugger!”

Minerva rolled her eyes. “I should hate to admit it, my dear, but I can think of a few stronger words.” She shook her head, her lips pressing together in a stern expression. “Whatever it is the two of you have been diddling with, I hope you are satisfied, because now, to the wizarding world, you’re as good as married!”

Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders before turning to look at each of them as if contemplating their new situation. When she looked at Hermione her gaze softened. “You are not a child, my dear. You haven’t been for quite some time.” She sighed. “I blame Voldemort for that on so many levels. Neither you nor your friends were really allowed to be as other children.” She hesitated before adding, “Well, Mr. Weasley certainly tried, but still.”

Looking at Severus, she smiled. “I had hoped you would find closure for your wounds and be able to move on with your life. Now it seems you’ve been given an opportunity to almost completely rewrite it.”

Turning her gaze to the portrait entrance, she explained, “The castle has now trapped the two of you together. There is no way to be free of this room until you consummate your love.”
Her smile had turned sad when she looked back at them. “I shall make provisions for your class through the rest of the week, Severus. When next they see you, you shall be known as husband and wife.”

With that, the woman turned and made her departure, leaving Hermione and Severus staring after her in stunned silence. After what seemed like forever, Severus finally turned and pinned Hermione with a very hungry gaze.

Despite her sudden fear, she felt the arousal begin deep within her. The very core of her womb clenched when he finally spoke. “Did you hear that?” He moved slowly toward her, intent sparkling in his eyes. “Tell me you understand full well what the Headmistress said.”

His voice was so silky soft that the very sound of it nearly made her orgasm without the use of any physical aid. Moaning, she slowly rose from the seat and nodded, watching as he drew closer. Unable to stop herself, she took an involuntary step back at the look on his face. He was stalking her. Her mind drew a correlation between him and a hungry panther.

That was what she believed him to be: hungry. He had to be. She certainly was. She wanted him so badly she could feel the warmth gathering between her legs, demanding his touch even though she was almost afraid that this first true coupling would be brutal.

She wasn’t a virgin. She had been with Ron in the heat of the moment after the end of the final battle. But it had been rushed and ended too soon. Although they had loved each other, it had just felt wrong.

Afterwards everything had been awkward between them. They had then promised each other to never again make the mistake of confusing their friendship for something more. They could never mistake it for something more. There had been none of the fireworks Hermione had expected from that one moment.

But there were fireworks now. Severus had yet to even touch her, but she felt his presence profoundly. His very gaze had her feeling like a firecracker that was about to explode. She felt as if she was about to be consumed by the heat that seemed to fill the room all around them. She wanted this so badly, she was almost embarrassed to find herself panting as he grew closer.

Suddenly Severus stopped a mere foot from her. “You haven’t answered me. You nodded, but for the sake of my own conscience I must hear you tell me you are willing for this to occur. Our union will be witnessed by the magic that is Hogwarts, and it will therefore be unbreakable.”

He took a steadying breath, silently praying that she would not turn him down. He didn’t think he could endure it if she backed out. His very soul was crying out for her acceptance of this joining.

As if she felt his fears she closed the remaining distance between them and reached up to pull his head down to hers. As their lips met, he groaned and clasped her to him hungrily.

She felt his stiffness grind against her belly. She moaned and reached down to stroke it through his jeans even as the fingers of her other hand tangled in his hair. His own hands were pulling at her clothes, slowly ridding her of them, exposing her skin to his gaze and touch.

Before she realized it, she stood naked before him and he pulled back, panting with passion as he let his gaze wander over her. She stood there, feeling incredibly exposed and a little panicked.
When his gaze moved back to her face, his face betrayed his desire. “Beautiful,” he whispered softly.
But as he reached for her, she brushed his hands away and moaned. “My turn.” Almost greedily she began pulling at his clothes. He found himself aroused even more than he already was by her obvious passion. She ripped at his shirt, effectively popping the buttons off it, and leant down to brush soft kisses across his chest.

When her tongue found and laved a nipple his eyes closed and his head fell back. The sensation was almost more than he could take. He cradled her gently, groaning raggedly, “Hermione, please. I cannot bear it any longer.”

Pulling back, her cinnamon eyes searched his even as her hands found the buttons of his jeans. Despite herself, she smiled. “Button-fly blue jeans.” She moaned. “You are so sexy, Severus.”

Her fingers made short work of the buttons. As she pushed the pants down his thighs, he bent to capture her lips in a deep kiss. Without breaking the kiss, Severus lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom.

Stepping up to the bed, he placed her gently in the center before following her there. He watched her face for any signs of denial. What he found instead instead was open acceptance. It was humbling. She was not only tolerant of their new status but happy with it. He felt it flowing from her.

“Don’t move,” he said simply as he leant over her. With the pad of his forefinger he traced the contour of her cheek, over her moist, open lips, through the tiny cleft of her chin, down to the side of her neck.

Lightly, he leant down to place soft kisses where his finger had been. When his mouth touched her lips, she moaned into the kiss as he deepened it, searing her soul.

She opened herself up for more, expecting him to take advantage of the opportunity she was giving him. He did not. He raised back up and continued the gentle touch of his finger, sliding slowly down her skin, making her bite her lip in anticipation.

When he reached the swell of her breast, he used his thumb and forefinger to pinch a nipple, eliciting a cry from her. Her eyes flew to Severus’ face and she was taken aback by the desire she saw burning there.

He leant back and Hermione watched him, scared to death he was about to deny her. Her fear was short-lived as his hands gripped her thighs and lifted her, pulling her groin flush to his. She gasped as she felt his erect staff prodding at her slickness.

He paused long enough to give her a look full of passion. When he spoke, his voice fell over her like silken waves of heat. “I refuse to feel sorry for this, Hermione. For some reason, the powers that be have decided to give you to me and I fully intend to take what has been offered.”

On the last word, he thrust forward, causing her to gasp his name and use her own hands to hold to his thighs. He stilled when he penetrated her tight sheath, and he looked down on her with widened eyes. She was so tight around him that he almost came at that moment.

Closing his eyes, he took several slow, calming breaths to fight back his climax. They had gone through too many shared fantasies; now that the real moment was here, he refused to let it pass so quickly.

As he felt her adjust to his size, he slowly began to move within her, thrusting gently at first. Her buttocks rested on his thighs, her back arched off the bed and he moved tenderly within her. Her eyes opened and she looked up at him pleadingly.
“Severus,” she gasped. “I-I need—”

Understanding her unspoken request, he picked up his speed, thrusting deep and hard. She cried out and reached up, trying to pull him down to her.

Obligingly he went, and their lips met in a hot kiss that only served to heighten their pleasure. He thrust continuously into her and she lifted to meet each thrust, moaning his name as he quickened his pace.

He groaned as he felt her orgasm peak. He rolled onto his back, careful to keep himself embedded in her as he went. Suddenly she was sitting atop him and he thrust up from beneath her. “Ride me, my little witch. Ride me now!” he ground out in a low, demanding growl.

In answer to his order, Hermione braced herself with her hands resting on his chest and began greedily lifting and plunging on his cock. He thrust up as she pushed down, creating a friction that had them both gasping and yelling in abandon.

His seed spilled into her womb as her own orgasm crested. Exhausted, she collapsed on his chest, panting as she worked to steady herself. She felt overwhelmed.

The moments they had shared within each other’s minds had been good. There was no denying that. But what they had shared just now, Hermione found herself musing, was more than she had ever dreamed possible.

Severus rolled her to her side so she was facing him. Reaching down, he pulled the covers up over them before wrapping his arms around her. As they lay together, both pondered what to say.
Hermione was overcome with emotions. She found herself wanting to confess her innermost feelings for him. She had debated with herself for almost a year about what she felt for him. Now that they had truly been together, she knew her feelings to be love.

But when she opened her mouth to tell him, he cut her off with a kiss. It was a tender, gentle kiss that brought tears to her eyes. When he pulled back, he gazed at her for several seconds before whispering, “Sleep, wife. We shall speak of a proper ceremony amongst our peers when we have had time to adjust to our new lives ourselves.”

A lump formed in her throat at his words. Wife. He called me wife. Her heart skipped a beat as the words sank in. She was now his wife. And he was her husband.

She smiled at him, and he placed a hand on her belly. Softly, he spoke the words of a contraconception spell that would assure no child came of their first union.

She was glad because she had not thought of it herself during the heat of their joining. She wanted children, but she wanted to get her career going first. “Thank you,” she to him softly as he gathered her into his arms.

He smiled down at her, answering, “You’re welcome. I am sure we will want children eventually. But I plan to be selfish for the first few years, at least.” He chuckled and she found herself mesmerized by the sound. “Now, go to sleep. We will call for a huge breakfast sometime in the afternoon, after I’ve had time to have my wicked way with you at least twice more!”

Smiling, Hermione snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes. She had been afraid he would feel he had been forced into this union with her. But instead he seemed to be content with it. Her eyes popped back open as she considered the possibility that he was just being good to her so as to make the best of a bad situation, but his eyes were closed and his face looked relaxed.

She banished the thought and closed her own eyes again. She was just being silly. Severus wanted her as much as she did him. He had said as much. It would be an adjustment for both of them, but she resigned herself to it, knowing it could never be as bad as the years of tormented worry about Voldemort had been.

Sleep came easily to her. When Severus woke her a little later, it was with his head between her legs. She gasped and cried and begged, pulling his hair as he brought her to orgasm not once, but twice more that way.

Then they cuddled and spoke in soft tones about nothing important for a little while before he dragged her to the shower and they cleaned each other before ordering breakfast delivered to their rooms. Life is going to be really good, Hermione thought as she sipped her morning tea. Yes, it is going to be an adventure.

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A/N: In my mind, there is a specific picture of the look on Severus' face as he stalked hermione like a panther. I searched for a picture as close to what I could see. This one is still a TINY bit off... But it is close enough!

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As always, I'd LOVE to hear what you think! And to those that are worried that it is now over. Don't be. Draco isn't completely out of the picture. And Boy, wait til you see his reaction to the newly married couple!