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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,576
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Bella Gets Her Ass Kicked
A/N Sorry for the long delay! I\'ve been reading so much SS/HG fanfiction lately, I neglected my own. Anyway, I hope you like it.
A Gryffindor through and through, Hermione wasted no time contemplating. She didn’t even attempt stealth as she slammed the door open and charged, shrieking, at the older woman.
“Accio wand!” she shouted, seizing Bella’s wand and throwing it to Severus. He stood aside, shocked into silence, and watched as his wife proceeded to pummel the other woman senseless. Hermione punched her, bloodying her nose. Bella’s head drooped forward on her neck, and she snapped back up, laughing hysterically.
“You filthy little mudblood whore...” she said gleefully, “wha-“ but what she said next was indiscernible, as Hermione pounced her, seizing her hair roughly in both of her fists. Wand completely forgotten, she continued to trounce the other woman muggle-style. Hermione straddled her, and pounded her head against the wall. Finally, Bella collapsed. Blood trickled from both nostrils, and she was developing a black eye.
Finally, Severus spoke. He narrowed his eyes at Hermione. “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, as she looked up at him, blinking. Her frenzied rage had passed, and she seemed dazed as he gestured at the unconscious woman bleeding on the floor.
“I only... I didn’t... I just meant... I didn’t think, I’m sorry. I thought-“ He cut her off.
“Clearly, you didn’t think,” he spat, “and now I have to clean up this mess. What are you doing here, anyway? You have no idea what you’ve done, the position you put us in tonight, and- what are you doing?” He paused as his wife knelt beside the limp, bleeding Death Eater.
“Out cold,” she muttered to herself, lifting and dropping the other woman’s arm. She painstakingly began to repair Bella’s battered face. She methodically cleaned and healed the woman until no trace of the brutal melee remained. Finally, she quietly cast a memory charm.
“Meet me outside in five minutes,” he growled, anger clouding his black eyes. “Do not allow yourself to be detected,” he added, as she disappeared under her cloak.
As Severus dealt with the situation upstairs, Hermione chewed her fingernails and waited nervously. He finally appeared, still very angry, and she tentatively grasped his hand. Silently brooding, he apparated them to a wooded area near Hogwarts. Instead of heading for the grounds, however, he walked deeper into the woods. She followed, trying to keep up.
“Where are you going?” she asked, but he ignored her. “Where are you going? Severus?”
“Shut up,” he hissed, “just be quiet.” Severus stopped in a tiny clearing amongst the trees. He roughly gathered her wrists in one strong alabaster hand. In one deft stroke, he had his wand out.
“Severus, what are you doing?” she asked, fearful of her husband for the first time in their marriage.
“I thought I told you to shut up.” He carelessly waved his wand and she was tightly gagged with a thick length of black satin. Another offhand wave of his wand, and she was uncomfortably bound between two trees growing closely together. He continued.
“You will listen to me.” He turned to her, glaring. “Have you any idea the position you put yourself in tonight, you silly little girl? Has your dear friend Potter not impressed upon you the ruthlessness of these people? Despite what you may think, you are not capable of taking on a Death Eater alone. Were it not for sheer dumb luck, my dear,” he sneered, “you would undoubtedly be dead right now.”
“Look how easy it was for me to have you bound and gagged in seconds. Do you think Malfoy, or Avery, or MacNair would hesitate to do any amount of horrible things to you? Do you think being my wife affords you any protection? It doesn’t.” He walked forward, and grabbed her by the hair.
“You silly little girl. You have your children to think about. Do not ever place yourself in that kind of situation again. Relashio!” Her restraints disappeared, and she turned to walk back.
“Where do you think you’re going, girl?” He stood before her, blocking her.
“Home,” she glared back at him, her eyes burning with anger.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” he said softly. “You’ve been very, very, bad. Bad girls need discipline.”
“Severus, I’m not in the mood,” she said wearily, and moved to walk away. He grabbed her roughly again.
“I said, I. Don’t. Think. So.” He forced her to the ground and held her down as the roots of the trees tangled tightly around her wrists and ankles. Her legs parted mercilessly, and she winced. He conjured a blanket beneath her.
“Divestio.” Her clothes disappeared, and she lay naked on the cold earth. Severus swooped down on her, seizing her mouth in a vicious, angry kiss. She responded, furiously, biting his lip hard. A thick trickle of his blood flowed into her mouth, and she licked at the coppery warmth of it.
“You horrible little bitch,” he murmured, sucking roughly at her neck. A series of angry red welts appeared on her creamy skin.
“You insufferable, unpleasant old prick!” she countered, biting his earlobe harshly. He kissed and gnawed down to her nipples, which ruthlessly sucked at. Hermione half moaned, half shrieked. He reached down and roughly invaded her with his fingers.
“Do you like that, you wicked little thing?” he sneered as he went at her. With his free hand, he undid his pants, freeing his rock hard erection. He thrust into her fully, without warning, and she moaned deeply. It had been awhile since their last coupling, he thought, and she was deliciously tight. He pounded at her harshly, pouring all of his anger and frustration into his thrusts.
With his wand hand, he freed her and roughly put her on her hands and knees. He re-entered her, groaning deeply, and reached around to stroke her with his fingers. “Oh...” she sighed, “Oh, Severus....”
He kept at her, grabbing her hips and plunging as deeply as he could inside her. She pushed back at him, receiving him eagerly. He roughly shoved her onto her back and entered her for the last time, gathering her in his arms. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and tangled her fingers in his hair.
“Oh, Hermione, I don’t know what I would ever do if I lost you. Promise me, promise me you won’t be so bloody stupid in the future,” he breathed into her ear, pleading.
“I’m sorry, I’m so y...y...” she trailed off.
“I love you so much, darling...”
“I love you too, Severus,” she said, arching up into the increasing intensity of his thrusts. “Mmmm...” she felt herself tightening around him, as she began to come intensely. She cried out, loudly, as her orgasm shook them. Her shuddering brought him off as well, and he poured into her deeply, as she curved upwards to take him fully. He collapsed upon her and sighed, and they lay, tangled and sweaty, more contented than they’d been in a very long time.
A Gryffindor through and through, Hermione wasted no time contemplating. She didn’t even attempt stealth as she slammed the door open and charged, shrieking, at the older woman.
“Accio wand!” she shouted, seizing Bella’s wand and throwing it to Severus. He stood aside, shocked into silence, and watched as his wife proceeded to pummel the other woman senseless. Hermione punched her, bloodying her nose. Bella’s head drooped forward on her neck, and she snapped back up, laughing hysterically.
“You filthy little mudblood whore...” she said gleefully, “wha-“ but what she said next was indiscernible, as Hermione pounced her, seizing her hair roughly in both of her fists. Wand completely forgotten, she continued to trounce the other woman muggle-style. Hermione straddled her, and pounded her head against the wall. Finally, Bella collapsed. Blood trickled from both nostrils, and she was developing a black eye.
Finally, Severus spoke. He narrowed his eyes at Hermione. “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, as she looked up at him, blinking. Her frenzied rage had passed, and she seemed dazed as he gestured at the unconscious woman bleeding on the floor.
“I only... I didn’t... I just meant... I didn’t think, I’m sorry. I thought-“ He cut her off.
“Clearly, you didn’t think,” he spat, “and now I have to clean up this mess. What are you doing here, anyway? You have no idea what you’ve done, the position you put us in tonight, and- what are you doing?” He paused as his wife knelt beside the limp, bleeding Death Eater.
“Out cold,” she muttered to herself, lifting and dropping the other woman’s arm. She painstakingly began to repair Bella’s battered face. She methodically cleaned and healed the woman until no trace of the brutal melee remained. Finally, she quietly cast a memory charm.
“Meet me outside in five minutes,” he growled, anger clouding his black eyes. “Do not allow yourself to be detected,” he added, as she disappeared under her cloak.
As Severus dealt with the situation upstairs, Hermione chewed her fingernails and waited nervously. He finally appeared, still very angry, and she tentatively grasped his hand. Silently brooding, he apparated them to a wooded area near Hogwarts. Instead of heading for the grounds, however, he walked deeper into the woods. She followed, trying to keep up.
“Where are you going?” she asked, but he ignored her. “Where are you going? Severus?”
“Shut up,” he hissed, “just be quiet.” Severus stopped in a tiny clearing amongst the trees. He roughly gathered her wrists in one strong alabaster hand. In one deft stroke, he had his wand out.
“Severus, what are you doing?” she asked, fearful of her husband for the first time in their marriage.
“I thought I told you to shut up.” He carelessly waved his wand and she was tightly gagged with a thick length of black satin. Another offhand wave of his wand, and she was uncomfortably bound between two trees growing closely together. He continued.
“You will listen to me.” He turned to her, glaring. “Have you any idea the position you put yourself in tonight, you silly little girl? Has your dear friend Potter not impressed upon you the ruthlessness of these people? Despite what you may think, you are not capable of taking on a Death Eater alone. Were it not for sheer dumb luck, my dear,” he sneered, “you would undoubtedly be dead right now.”
“Look how easy it was for me to have you bound and gagged in seconds. Do you think Malfoy, or Avery, or MacNair would hesitate to do any amount of horrible things to you? Do you think being my wife affords you any protection? It doesn’t.” He walked forward, and grabbed her by the hair.
“You silly little girl. You have your children to think about. Do not ever place yourself in that kind of situation again. Relashio!” Her restraints disappeared, and she turned to walk back.
“Where do you think you’re going, girl?” He stood before her, blocking her.
“Home,” she glared back at him, her eyes burning with anger.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” he said softly. “You’ve been very, very, bad. Bad girls need discipline.”
“Severus, I’m not in the mood,” she said wearily, and moved to walk away. He grabbed her roughly again.
“I said, I. Don’t. Think. So.” He forced her to the ground and held her down as the roots of the trees tangled tightly around her wrists and ankles. Her legs parted mercilessly, and she winced. He conjured a blanket beneath her.
“Divestio.” Her clothes disappeared, and she lay naked on the cold earth. Severus swooped down on her, seizing her mouth in a vicious, angry kiss. She responded, furiously, biting his lip hard. A thick trickle of his blood flowed into her mouth, and she licked at the coppery warmth of it.
“You horrible little bitch,” he murmured, sucking roughly at her neck. A series of angry red welts appeared on her creamy skin.
“You insufferable, unpleasant old prick!” she countered, biting his earlobe harshly. He kissed and gnawed down to her nipples, which ruthlessly sucked at. Hermione half moaned, half shrieked. He reached down and roughly invaded her with his fingers.
“Do you like that, you wicked little thing?” he sneered as he went at her. With his free hand, he undid his pants, freeing his rock hard erection. He thrust into her fully, without warning, and she moaned deeply. It had been awhile since their last coupling, he thought, and she was deliciously tight. He pounded at her harshly, pouring all of his anger and frustration into his thrusts.
With his wand hand, he freed her and roughly put her on her hands and knees. He re-entered her, groaning deeply, and reached around to stroke her with his fingers. “Oh...” she sighed, “Oh, Severus....”
He kept at her, grabbing her hips and plunging as deeply as he could inside her. She pushed back at him, receiving him eagerly. He roughly shoved her onto her back and entered her for the last time, gathering her in his arms. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and tangled her fingers in his hair.
“Oh, Hermione, I don’t know what I would ever do if I lost you. Promise me, promise me you won’t be so bloody stupid in the future,” he breathed into her ear, pleading.
“I’m sorry, I’m so y...y...” she trailed off.
“I love you so much, darling...”
“I love you too, Severus,” she said, arching up into the increasing intensity of his thrusts. “Mmmm...” she felt herself tightening around him, as she began to come intensely. She cried out, loudly, as her orgasm shook them. Her shuddering brought him off as well, and he poured into her deeply, as she curved upwards to take him fully. He collapsed upon her and sighed, and they lay, tangled and sweaty, more contented than they’d been in a very long time.