The Death Eater's Valentine

CHAPTER EIGHT: Building Her Up







“Hermione…are you curious to learn how the Dark Lord punished those he favored?” Severus asked.







“Why would he punish someone he favored?” She asked, her natural curiosity once again overriding her common sense. She should have learned her lesson with Lucius.







“Some wizards find reward in certain punishments. The Dark Lord could be very generous when he was pleased with your behavior.” Severus set his empty glass onto the end table and sat beside the little witch.





Severus pushed her hair back off her shoulder, his fingertips brushing her bare skin as he did. He felt her shiver in reaction and smiled, well aware that Lucius was watching. He leaned close, his lips tickling her ear.





“I want you to get a grip on your embarrassment, Hermione. Do not let him have all the control all the time; he is arrogant enough as it is. I have something for you in the bathroom down the hall, I want you to excuse yourself and retrieve it. I will meet you back here, prepare for a lesson that you will not soon forget, and one that Lucius is in sore need of learning.” Hermione could feel his warm breath grazing her skin and the soft, rumble of his whispers rolled over her like a wave, warming her, exciting her. She nodded her head slowly and stood.







“If you would please excuse me, gentlemen, I just need to go powder my nose.” She made her exit from the room and followed the long hall to the bathroom located at the end. The room illuminated softly when she entered, locking the door behind her. When she turned around she gasped. Hanging from an invisible hook was a set of robes. A Deatheater robe to be precise and sitting on the counter was silver half-mask etched with vining roses.







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When Severus apparated back into the parlor he found Hermione standing in front of the fire. She was wearing the first layer and she wore it well. Black leather hugged her ripe figure, showing off her round hips and thighs. The leggings were tucked into black boots that came to mid thigh, the heel tall and pointed. The top was a corset, nipping her waist and skirting slightly over her hips. It plumped her breasts, forcing them together so that they bulged slightly over the bodice. Long, soft leather sleeves covered her arms from wrist to above her elbow, a small elastic loop hooked around her ring fingers. Vining roses were embossed into the leather to match the design in her mask.





“You look stunning.” He said softly, walking towards her. She bit into her bottom lip and met his gaze shyly. “Let me help you.” He took the cloak from where it draped over her arm and fastened it around her shoulders. He tugged the pointed hood up over her head and reached for the mask she held in her hand. He rested it against her face and the spell formed it to her skin, covering the upper half of her face. “Beautiful.”







“Sir, what is happening?” She asked, watching him conjure his own set of robes and mask.







“Lucius needs to learn some humility; he is far too cocksure of himself. I am going to teach you how to bring him down a notch or two.” Severus smirked as he donned the robes and his own silver mask. “Come with me, witch. Let me teach you a thing or two about the darker side.” Severus slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him as he disapparated them into the dungeon, reappearing directly in front of the naked and fuming Lucius.







“Gods damn you, Severus, let me go and let go of my witch!” Lucius snarled, jerking on the chains that bound him. Hermione looked over at him in shock, her fingers clutching Severus’s shoulders.





“Silence, Lucius, or I’ll gag you.” Severus drawled. Lucius’s blue eyes were cold and penetrating as he stared down his old friend. “Now that I have your attention…look what I found.”







Lucius stared at Hermione and his jaw dropped. She was covered by the hooded black cloak of the deatheaters and was wearing an elegant mask over the upper half of her face. She seemed frightened, her hands clutching Severus’s shoulders and her amber eyes flashing behind the mask.





“Pretty little deatheater isn’t she?” Severus asked, pushing the hood back and off. He smoothed his hands down over her curls, pushing them back off of her shoulders. He clasped her chin and nudged her face towards him. She saw him wink at her before he pressed his lips against hers in a soft, quick kiss.







“Damn you, Snape, I said not to touch her!” Lucius snapped. Severus merely laughed at him and turned Hermione to face Lucius. He slid around behind her, his hands caressing the sides of her throat as he stared at Lucius over her shoulder.





“You say a lot of things, Lucius. Worried? Afraid I will steal the little witch right from under your nose?” Severus asked, lowering his head to nibble at her ear. “I see why you are so taken with her…I had no idea she would grow up to be so lovely.” He reached around and unhooked the closure at her throat. “Of course, she was off limits then. But not now.” Severus said, dipping his fingers inside the neckline of the cloak, making certain that it remained closed.







“She most certainly IS off limits damn you….” Lucius was ready to kill Severus, wanted to tear the man’s head off for touching her. “So help me….” His words died in his throat when Severus pulled the cloak from her and tossed it across the room. His lips went slack when he saw her standing there in the leather suit wearing her mask, and his cock began to harden.





Severus chuckled and resumed his place pressed into her back, one hand resting against her stomach, the other cupping the front of her throat.







“He likes what he sees.” Severus said, his voice low and soft against her ear. “Tell me, do you like seeing the lion chained?”







“Yes, sir.” She answered, completely entranced by the sight of him shackled and gloriously naked. His body on display, stretched and aroused…helpless.





“Let’s begin our lessons with touch.” Severus nudged her forward closer to Lucius. “Touch can be a very powerful thing, Hermione. It can calm, comfort, pleasure or hurt depending on how it is wielded.” His lips brushed her ear as he spoke to her, but his eyes were locked with Lucius’s. “Go ahead, touch him.”





“Yes, sir.” She whispered, laying her hands against his chest and caressing in slow circles over his smooth flesh. Lucius inhaled sharply at her touch.





“Use your nails…rake them over his skin.” Severus whispered. Hermione did as instructed and Lucius hissed, his body writhing, enjoying the sharp sting her little claws left in their wake. Severus gripped her waist and led her around his bound body. Her nails raked along his sides as she moved behind him. “Harder, leave tracks on his back.” Severus whispered, biting into her earlobe so that she would cry out.





“What the hell?” Lucius heard the little whimper from his witch and he strained to turn his head and see what Severus was doing to her to elicit her little cry. He felt her nails dig in and move sharply down his back and he groaned, arching forward. “Ah! Damn it!” He hissed.





“Very good, now soothe him.” Severus whispered, watching her slide her hands over the bright red scratches, then lean forward and press soft kisses in the center of his back. “Enough.” Severus pulled her backwards into a darkened corner, blocking her body with his so that they could not be seen.





“Severus?” Lucius could no longer feel her touch and he glanced over his shoulder, barely able to see them huddled in the corner, Severus blocking his view of Hermione.







“He’s frustrated; he thinks I’m seducing you right in front of him.” Severus said quietly.







“You aren’t going to?” she asked, her voice quivering.







“No, perhaps if you had come to me before you let him steal your heart it would have been a different story. You don’t want me, little witch, I can see that it is him you want.” Severus said softly. “But for the time being, let him continue to think that I am swaying you into my arms.”







“Don’t sell yourself short, Severus, he may have me, but it doesn’t make you less a temptation.” She whispered.







“The lucky bastard doesn’t deserve you.” Severus said, smiling down at her.







“Well if things don’t work out, I know how to find you.” She said. Severus laughed out loud, the first time she had ever seen him laugh.







“What is going on over there?” Lucius demanded, the chains that bound his hands rattling as he tugged them. He didn’t trust Severus with Hermione and he had only begun to demonstrate his interest in her, she was not attached to him enough yet, she didn’t love him, had nothing invested in him to keep her faithful.







Severus withdrew several items from his cloak pocket and laid them out on a low table against the wall. He withdrew his wand and enlarged the items, enjoying Hermione’s shocked gasp when she saw them.





“What is all this?” She asked in hush tones.





“A flogger, a paddle and a flick-whip.” He answered. “Those are nipple clamps.” He said, looking at the little clips connected by a silver chain that dangled from her fingers.







“Are we going to torture him?” She asked, her voice squeaking slightly.









“Trust me, I have known Lucius a long time, he will enjoy it.” Severus chuckled.







Lucius heard low murmurs but could not make out what was being said at first. The longer he concentrated the more clear the voices became.





“Hold it in your hand…..does it feel good?” Severus asked. Severus placed the handle of the flogger into her hand, wrapping her fingers around it.







“Yes….it’s big, heavier than I thought.” She said softly. She ran the leather strips over her palm, enjoying the soft tickling sensation.







“You like the way that feels don’t you?” Severus asked. He was watching her, she straightened considerably with the flogger in her hand, her confidence growing, she felt powerful holding it.







“I do.” She replied







“Come; let me show you the power you possess.” Severus whispered darkly, taking her by the hand and pulling her to stand in front of Lucius. “Now, tell him why he needs to be punished.





“You hurt me.” She whispered softly. Severus was standing behind her, his hands on her hips as they faced the bound blonde.





“Louder, tell him, use your anger, the humiliation he made you feel.” Severus rasped into her ear, feeding her fury with his words. Her body tensed, her shoulders straightened and she lifted her tawny gaze to meet his.





“You hurt me. You betrayed me when you repeated to Severus what was told to you in a private, intimate moment. You humiliated me, taunting and teasing me in front of him.” She snapped, her chest heaving and her teeth grinding. Lucius’s eyes widened as he watched the tiny sparks begin to pop around her, her anger feeding her magic.







“That’s it, witch, feel the power, use it.” Severus whispered, his hand sliding to her stomach and pressing her back against him.







“Severus, I won’t tell you again…..” Lucius said through clenched teeth.







“Be quiet!” Hermione ordered. Lucius stopped talking, his cheeks flushing slightly as the little witch glared at him. “You talk entirely too much, Lucius. You enjoy hearing your own voice but I am sick of it.”







“Little one, I didn’t mean…”







“Stop! You will not cajole me, Lucius. I have the power here, not you.” She said, resting her hand atop Severus’s, drawing strength from him. “Tonight it is my turn to be in charge.” She said.







“Severus, stop controlling her.” Lucius growled.







“I am not; I am merely offering her encouragement, Lucius. And a bit of instruction regarding proper handling of the tools she wields, to keep you from harm. Of course I could just step back and let her have at you without proper guidance.” Severus said, enjoying Lucius’s frustration.







“Fine…just stop touching her.” Lucius said, his hair falling forward around his face, making him look almost feral.







“Do you wish for me to stop touching you, Mistress Hermione?” Severus asked, feeling her stomach clench when he added the title of Mistress to her name.







“No, I draw strength from your touch. The fact that it bothers him makes it even more enjoyable to me.” She said, leaning back against the dark wizard. “Teach me, Professor, show me how to punish him the way he deserves.”







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Soooo, the little witch is discovering a new side of her….ahhh but Severus Snape is a bad influence.







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