The Bond

A/N : I can be contacted, for any reason, at snapes_goddess@yahoo.com, Im online alot, so feel free to IM or email me if you like.


OH, not to worry, there will be no LM/HG/SS 3 somes LOL


CHAPTER EIGHT


It was Sunday afternoon, and Severus Snape was trying, unsuccessfully to read the Daily Prophet. He was trying desperately to read an article about the capture of more death eaters, but was continuously distracted by his wife, who was sitting beside him reading a magazine and noisily suckling on some muggle confection she called a fudge-pop.


She wasn’t attempting to be coy or enticing in the slightest, but, as she let her lips slide over the rather phallic looking treat, she was doing exactly that. He couldn’t concentrate with her doing that, the soft, wet sucking noises her mouth made as she savored the thing was wreaking havoc on his already raging libido.


He looked more closely at the item in her hand, noting the dark, rich brown color.
“Is that chocolate?” He asked, setting his paper aside.
“Yes.” She said, sliding the cylindrical column of ice cream between her lips, and withdrawing it with a slight pop.
“Let me have it.” He said, snatching it from her hand and examining it.
“Hey, that’s mine!” She said, reaching out to take it back, he simply switched it to the other hand and used his free hand to hold her back.
“Not any longer.” He bit the tip of it off, his eyes widened as it melted in his mouth, so cold, creamy and tasting like sweet milk chocolate. “This is wonderful! We are going to have to go to London, muggles make the best chocolate.” He said as he quickly devoured the rest of her desert.


“That was just mean Severus.” She pouted as she watched him transfigure the stick into a strip of black leather he then used to tie back his hair. With a smirk, he reopened his paper and returned to the article he had been trying to read.

“I’m bored; I think I’ll take a walk. Want to join me?” She asked, standing beside him.
“No.” He didn’t even look up from his paper. She sighed and slipped on her robes, there would be students about, and she should look professional.
“I think Lucius is in his office, I think I’ll stop in and say hello.” She said thoughtfully as she walked out the door, closing it behind her.

Severus frowned. Did she just say she was going to go and see Lucius?


Hermione made her way across the castle to Lucius’s classroom. She walked down the aisle, smiling as she remembered sitting in this very room not that many years ago. She walked to the front of the classroom and climbed the winding staircase that led to Lucius’s office. She could see him bent over the desk, his silky blonde hair falling forward and shielding his face. She leaned against the doorframe and observed him for a moment.


It wasn’t that long ago that he was a sworn enemy to the trio, a death eater and valiant supporter of the Dark Lord. In the end though, he had seen the light. He had spent time in Azkhaban prison, and upon his release, he had been a changed man.
He was a loyal and trusted friend to her husband, and despite all his racist posturing and claims of pureblood superiority, she knew for a fact that he was quite fond of her, and she him.

“Lucius?” She called his name softly, not wanting to startle him too much. He looked up, a smile immediately lighting up his face.
“Well hello. What brings my favorite muggle to see me this afternoon?” He asked, rising from behind the desk to greet her with a kiss to her cheek.
“Severus is brooding.” She said, taking a seat on the leather sofa he had set against the wall beneath the window. He sat beside her, turning slightly on the cushion so he could look at her.

“It’s in his nature love, don’t take it personally, it’s simply what he does. Has since he was a boy.” Lucius said.
“It gets lonely sometimes.” She said, looking out the window.
“Your not use to being alone are you?” He asked, staring at her profile. “You’ve always had Potter and Weasley with you constantly.”

“I miss my friends, but they have their own lives now, Harry and Ginny will soon have a baby.” She said. “I think he’s still miffed at me for the other night.”
“Ah yes, the drunken study session.” He said with a laugh.
“Yes, I don’t think he was too happy to come home and find out what we’d been up too.”
“I think he was more shocked than upset.” He smiled remembering the look on Severus’s face. “It’s not everyday a man comes home to find his table littered with brightly colored penises and his wife drunk on the sofa.”
“I hope I wasn’t too bad.” She said, looking at him rather sheepishly.
“Not at all, although, I do think you are the first witch ever to call me pretty.” He said with a chuckle. She blushed slightly, then reached forward to push a lock of his platinum hair out of his face.
“Well, it is true. You are very pretty Lucius Malfoy.” Lucius smiled, an odd twinkle lighting his eyes.
“Hello Severus, come to join us? Shall I order tea?” He was still looking at her, but somehow he had known Severus had just entered his office.
“That won’t be necessary, I have merely come to collect my wife.” He put great emphasis on the words MY and Wife, causing Lucius to smirk.
“But she hasn’t been here very long at all.”
“Long enough, Hermione, lets go.” He told her standing aside and pointing at the door as though he were speaking to a student.
“No, I don’t want to go, I want to stay and visit with Lucius.” She said, her anger rising, something it rarely did in the years that had followed the war. Lucius leaned back against the sofa, one arm resting on its back behind Hermione as he smirked at Severus.
“Come now Severus, what is the harm in a little visit among friends.”
“If you insist on continuing to flirt with Lucius, I will bind you to our rooms!” Severus bellowed. Hermione stood, her face red, her amber eyes flashing.
“How dare you accuse me of flirting with Lucius! You have no grounds….”
“No grounds? Let’s see, when he left the office the other day you went on about how good he smells, then when you were laying pissed on the sofa, smiling at him, you go on about how pretty he is! Now I follow you here, and you’re playing with his hair! I say you are most definitely flirting!”
“First off, he does smell good, second, he is pretty, though I didn’t recall mentioning it until he reminded me, and third, I was not playing with his hair, I merely pushed it out of his face as I have done for you and half the kids in this school a million times!”


She yelled at him, she couldn’t believe she was yelling at him, but he was being a complete ass. The bond was protesting the disagreement between them, they both could feel the tight, throbbing ache at the back of their necks, but emotions were running hot and unchecked.

“Your place is with me.” He snarled through clenched teeth.
“You were ignoring me and brooding, plus you stole my ice cream! I came here to visit with Lucius because he pays attention to me, and he’s happy! And not once has he ever stolen chocolate from me!”
“Severus! Surely you’re not stealing sweets from your wife.” Lucius said with a smirk.
“Shut up Lucius, you’ve caused enough trouble.” Severus snapped.
“What did I do? Can I help it that your wife finds me sweet smelling and pretty?” He asked, the look on his face caused Hermione to laugh, which only succeeded in pissing Severus off further.


Severus grabbed her by her arm and dragged her from Lucius’s office. She struggled as he pulled her down the stairs, through the class and into the hall. Lucius stood in the doorway smiling. He knew Severus wouldn’t hurt her. For all his activities with the Death Eaters, hurting women was a line he never would cross. Maybe, just maybe, if he got him riled enough, he would shag his wife and quit all this bloody brooding he had been doing lately.


Students, staff and even the ghosts were watching as Severus dragged Hermione through the halls, his robes billowing behind them.
“You are causing a scene.” She said in a harsh whisper.
“I don’t care.” He said as he turned a corner. Dumbledore was exiting his office. Damn it! He didn’t want to talk to the old bugger right now, and he didn’t want to head back towards Lucius either. He looked around, noting the door to the broom cupboard across the way. Without a second thought, he opened the door, shoved her inside and slammed the door behind them, locking them within the darkened closet.
“Lumos.” His wand glowed, casting them in a dim circle of light. He set his wand on the edge of a shelf.
“Severus, this is a broom cupboard….” She said looking around. “And how are you able to hold the Lumos charm without your wand?” She asked, looking at him oddly.
“I’m old, you learn a few things over the years.” He replied rather snappishly.
“Don’t be a jerk Severus, you’ve already made and ass of yourself and embarrassed poor Lucius.” Hermione replied, her anger almost palpable.
“I warn you Hermione, you are to stay away from Lucius Malfoy.” He growled, stalking closer to her.

Hermione backed away from him, the look on his face was somewhat frightening. She hit the wall, unable to move farther away from him, but it didn’t stop him, he continued to advance until he was completely pressed against her.
“Lucius is my friend Severus, and I work with him.” She said, her voice low as her nerves began to shake.
“You are not to be alone with him again Hermione.” He said, his eyes going all foggy as he stared at her.
“Do not give me orders Severus.” Her voice was low, and her words evenly spaced, a sign that she was approaching her boiling point.

Severus grabbed her wrists and before she could react he had them pinned to the wall beside her head.
“Do not push me Hermione. I walk the razors edge and will topple off easier than you may think.”
“Let me go.” She whispered, but didn’t mean it, not really. There was something oddly exciting about having him hold her captive. Her breathing was growing heavy and she couldn’t stop staring at his mouth.
“No, not until you are clear as to whom you belong.” He drawled. He pressed pulled her hands up above her head and crossed them at the wrist before grabbing his wand and casting a binding charm that left her suspended, her hands pinned above her head by invisible shackles.

His hands were shaking as he pulled open her robes. She wore a thin, yellow t-shirt and a khaki colored skirt that barely reached her knees. He slid his hands along her waist to her hips, sliding them around to clasp her ass, lifting her against him. He urged her legs to wrap around his waist as he pushed her skirt up and out of his way. He traced his fingers over the thin, white lace of her underwear; he could feel her heat, the moisture of her arousal as it soaked through the fabric.
“Is this for me? Or for him?” He asked. Letting his fingers slide under the elastic at her legs to stroke her soft, swollen flesh. She moaned when she felt his caress between her heated folds, stroking her, arousing her further. He pressed his hips forward to support her weight, and pushed the yellow cotton up and over her breasts. He tugged on the cream colored cups of her bra until her breasts were bare to his sight. He soft, caramel colored nipples puckered immediately, and his head swooped in, capturing one sweet bud in his mouth and sucking, circling with his tongue.
“Oh my god, Severus!” She closed her eyes, her head tossed back. Nothing had prepared her for how good it would feel to have his mouth on her. He let her nipple slip from between his lips as they roved up and over her chest to her neck, where he laved and nipped at her throat.
“I won’t share you with him Hermione; I won’t share you with anyone.” He said against her skin. “You need me, no one else can make you happy, you are mine.”
“Yes….” She could feel the hard length of his arousal through his trousers where he pressed against her. “I don’t want Lucius, Severus; it’s you I want, only you.” She cried out when she felt his lips latch on to her pulse and suck hard on her skin.

The door began to rattle, the knob turning and shaking.
“Open this cupboard right now!” It was Madam Hooch. “Whoever is in there better show their self, I need the brooms for Quidditch practice!” She pounded on the door, rattling it on its hinges.

Severus let his head fall forward, kissing her lips gently.
“Do you mean that?” he asked, his voice was low, and oh so vulnerable.
“I do. It’s you, always you.” She said, leaning her head forward, rubbing her nose against his. He was kissing her again, ignoring the continued pounding on the door as he lowered her legs and pushed her clothing back down to cover her. He released the binding on her wrists, groaning when she wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in his hair.

“Alohamora!” Madam Hooch cried, and the door to the cupboard opened, revealing Hermione and Severus, locked in an embrace.
“Professor!” She cried, her hand fluttering to her chest. Severus looked up and glowered at the people huddled outside the cupboard.
“Can’t a man snog his wife in peace?” He bellowed. He grabbed Hermione’s hand and pulled her along after him. She was trying desperately not to laugh at the shocked faces of staff and students. No doubt they never expected to catch their Potions Master making out in a closet. Although, the large, purple love bite, unbeknownst to her, that was now gracing her neck may have had something to do with it as well.