Love Bites (REPOST)

A/N: I left out chapter 7 when posting and rather than repost all the following chapters, I combined it with chapter 8. So sorry.


Chapter 7 ~ Realization

On his way back to his rooms, Severus was feeling very randy. More randy than he'd felt in a long, long time. The Potions Master never really paid attention to the female students before. It was as if they all wore a "cocks off" sign as far as he was concerned. They were his charges, and he was supposed to protect them, not fuck them. But he was certainly noticing them now…and it wasn't because of his randiness either…not totally anyway. It was because they were noticing him. These barely legal young witches were giving him the eye. He knew the eye when he saw it. The up and down body glance and licking of the lips. And he saw this from every witch he passed that was the age of consent.

The rest of the students parted in terror as usual, but he could feel the eyes of those who were more than a little interested in him burning into his back as he passed. The wizard felt as if he could have any one of them he chose. But he liked experienced witches. Older ones that he didn't have to take out the time to instruct and break in. He was a full-grown wizard and preferred full-grown witches. Normally every three months or so, he'd go to Knockturn alley and ream a couple of prostitutes. Those girls really earned their money when Severus was in town. He always took two girls because he would wear the first one out so quickly that he'd have to finish on the other.

Some used to hide when they saw him coming, but the Potions Master had sharp eyes and would go right for the ones trying to get away. He liked them frightened. It was appealing to his dark side. But prostitutes weren't on his mind right now. He'd really like to crack the ice surrounding Dr. Granger, simply because she appeared so cold. He saw a bit of the ice melt today. She had lost it during the examination, which meant she found him desirable. She was hardly a girl anymore…her student days were far behind her. She was a brilliant, accomplished, full-grown witch, with a wall around her. But gods, what she could do with her hands.

Hermione was a doctor too. She probably knew all the erogenous zones on a wizard's body. That little scrotum spell alone was priceless. Damn. He wondered if he could get that from her.

Severus turned down the dungeon corridor and walked silently toward his rooms. It was suppertime now. He wanted to have a small drink before dinner. As he opened his office door, he saw someone following him.

"Who's there?" he called, scowling a bit.

The person following him was trying to hide. Really?

Severus pulled out his wand and pointed it down the hall.

"Accio!" he cried.

There was a shriek, and a witch came flying down the corridor and into his arms. He recognized her. Adrianne Bones, a seventh-year witch from his own house. He released her. She was the only member of the Bones family that didn't end up in Hufflepuff house.

"Miss Bones, what in the world are you doing slinking about the dungeon corridors when you should be at supper?" he asked her scowling. "Do you have a problem?"

The auburn-haired witch nodded.

"Yes," she said in a low voice.

"So you need to talk to me then?" he asked her, hoping she'd say no. He wanted that drink and his steaks.

"Yes, sir. I do," the witch breathed at him.

Severus stared at her for a moment. Her eyes looked funny. Then he shrugged.

"Very well, Miss Bones, come in," he said, opening the Potions Office and letting the young witch in.

Adrianne walked over to the chair in front of Severus' desk and sat down. Severus turned up the torches, closed the door and swooped over to his desk, his robes billowing and sat down, frowning so the witch might get it in her head that he was in a hurry.

"Well, what is it, Miss Bones?" he asked her.

The young woman was staring at him with a glint in her eyes.

"Professor, you know I am eighteen years old, don't you?" she asked him.

"Yes, I am aware of the ages of all the students in my house, Miss Bones," Severus replied, wondering what this was about.

"You can do things with me," she said, leaning forward in the chair a bit, her hands going to the top fastener of her robes.

Severus blinked at her.

"All kinds of things, Professor. I have experience," she said, unbuttoning her robes slowly. Severus noted with alarm that there didn't seem to be anything under them.

"Miss Bones, stop what you're doing immediately!" Severus ordered her. The witch's hands stopped moving.

"Don't you want me, Professor? I feel like you want me," she said softly.

"What I want, Miss Bones is for you to leave my office. You can be expelled for this," he said to the witch.

"Not if you don't tell, Professor. I wouldn't tell," she replied, her hands going back to her robes.

"I don't want you, Miss Bones. I am your Professor and your Head of House. My job is to teach and protect you. Not to take advantage of you," he responded evenly. "And even if you weren't a student, you are too young for me."

"Well, if you won't fuck me, Professor, can I at least give you a blowjob?" she asked him, her eyes pleading.

Good gods!

"No!" he shouted at her, rising from behind his desk, walking around it, grabbing the witch by her arm and ushering her to the door.

"But I'm good at it, Professor," Adrianne said, dragging her feet.

Severus didn't doubt it, the number of times the witch had been given detention for "serious sexual behavior." He opened the door.

"I'm afraid you're just going to have to find another wizard to show how talented you are, Miss Bones. I'm not the one," he said, pushing her through the door and closing it behind her.

He locked it.

Severus leaned back weakly against his desk and rubbed his face with his hand. The wizard threw Adrianne out so fast because after Hermione's examination, there was nothing he would have liked better than a good blow job. The moment she offered to provide him with one, his cock had hardened. So he acted quickly. He had to get the witch out of there.

But what had brought that on? He was well aware of Miss Bones' sexual activities, but she was always attracted to younger wizards her own age. Why him, and why now? Actually, all the witches of fuckable age seemed to be noticing him. He wasn't blind. Even the female staff seemed to be more on point with him. Even the icebound Dr. Granger had shown him considerable heat today.

Severus pulled the torch to his study and entered, his mind awhirl. He walked over to his liquor cabinet, took out a glass and poured himself a large drink, rather than a small one now, thanks to Miss Bones. He fell into his armchair, one of two facing the fireplace and took a sip of the drink, letting the welcome burn slide down his throat. He sat there a moment, his dark eyes swallowing the flames. A dark tongue began to undulate within the fire, taking on the dancing shape of a woman, swinging her hips and beckoning to him. The shape was familiar.

Severus started and blinked. The image in the fire was gone, but it made him remember the dream of the Queen. She had said that others would notice the hunger coming on him and respond to it. That his growing lust would attract others. Other women? Other witches!

Shit.

No, this couldn't be. The woman in the dream was a vampire. There were no more vampires. That bat was only a bat. If a vampire had bitten him, he would have turned instantly…wouldn't he? Dr. Granger hadn't said anything about him testing positive for vampirism. She said she wanted to do more tests, but if he had come up positive for vampirism, that's not the type of information she would hold back.

But witches were responding to him, just as the woman in his dream said to him. She also said she wanted him for her king.

Severus got a cold feeling in his belly. All he could keep down was bloody meat and broth. He was anemic, that indicated some kind of blood loss didn't it? And the puncture wound on his neck was healed, but the bite hadn't faded. What if he had been bitten by a vampire and there was some kind of delayed reaction? What if a Queen vampire had bitten him? Surely she was different than a normal vampire. She must have other powers or gifts that enabled her to rule.

They must have gone underground. The vampires that survived must have remained hidden all these years, and for some reason he was chosen. Possibly because he killed so many of them during the Final Battle he was considered worthy to be a king among them. He thought, and thought hard.

Severus jumped up and went to his bookshelf and slid back a hidden panel. He took out a pensieve, sat back down with it and drew the memories of the dreams he had out of his mind. This was the only way he could review every detail. He stuck his finger into the pensieve, his black eyes shifting as he relived both.

"Don't be frightened Severus…you have nothing to fear from me. You have my favor, and the favor of Vashti is wonderful indeed. You are destined for great pleasure and great power. "You will never be broken like the kings whose heads litter this plain. You will never know Death."

Vashti. Her name was Vashti.

He felt something shift inside him as he acknowledged the vampiress' name. It was an unpleasant shifting.

Severus stood up with the pensieve, walked to his fireplace, picked up some floo powder and cast it into the flames.

"The infirmary," he said, hoping Hermione had not closed off the floo entrance. The flames turned green. The Professor sighed with relief, then stepped through.

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Hermione was in her office, catching up on some paperwork she hadn't completed for the Headmistress when she heard the "foomph" of the floo. She hadn't warded it because it was used for emergencies. Quickly she rose and walked out into the infirmary. To her surprise and chagrin, Professor Snape stepped through the flames.

Oh gods, not the Professor again. Hopefully the wizard wasn't here to preposition her. He looked like he was on the verge of it when he left. Hermione felt an immediate attraction to him when she looked at him. It was a very strong attraction, and very out of character for her. It felt as if someone had slipped her a lust potion. Something was going on.

"Dr. Granger, I need to speak to you…to show you something," the Professor said, walking swiftly towards her. He was carrying something.

There was a note of desperation in the wizard's voice that Hermione took notice of immediately. He really was here for a reason other than her.

He walked up to her. She felt the heat from his body immediately. She looked up at him.

Severus looked down at her and clearly saw desire in the witch's eyes. Good gods, not her too. Not now, he needed her…her sharp, brilliant mind.

"Snap out of it, doctor," he seethed, "I need you lucid. When I needed you randy, you had nothing for me."

He strode by Hermione into her office and sat down in front of her desk impatiently.

Hermione followed behind him in a kind of daze. She felt confused.

Severus leaned forward.

"Did you do the vampirism test, Dr. Granger?" he asked her.

Hermione was staring into his dark eyes, and felt as if she were falling into them.

Severus stared at her for a moment, then he stood up, bent over the desk and slapped her.

"Ow!" she said, her hand rising to her face before she pulled out her wand and thrust it at him.

"How dare you hit me!" she snarled, about to hex him.

"I had to, or you wouldn't listen to me. You're under a spell. Or I am. Someone is," he said glaring at the wand tip in his face.

Hermione slowly lowered her wand and sat down. A spell would explain her attraction to him.

"Did you test my blood for vampirism?" he asked her again

"Yes," Hermione replied, resisting the feelings trying to wash over her, "It was negative."

"Do you think it possible for a turning to be delayed, Dr. Granger?" he asked her.

"I don't know. There are exceptions to every rule," she said.

"I think a vampire bit me that night in the Forbidden Forest, Dr. Granger. A special kind of vampire. A Queen. One with great power," he said, pushing the pensieve forward. "Here are the memories of two dreams I've had since being bitten. I want you to look at them and tell me if you think they are dreams or actual contact."

Hermione looked at the Potions Master, still feeling the attraction. Because it would please him, she stuck her finger into the pensieve. Her head immediately cleared as she was drawn into his memory and observed his contact with Vashti. She listened carefully to what the vampiress said to the wizard.

Vashti wanted him for her king. He also had to go to her to have the turning completed. So whatever he was going through, he would not change into a full vampire until he met with the Queen face to face. So he was infected, not completely under the curse's hold.

According to the creature, he would develop a hunger that would bring him to her. Also this growing hunger would affect women and draw them to him. He was to enjoy them and the power he had over them before coming to the Queen.

The Professor was in some deep shit.

"Professor, do you have any Clarification potion?" Hermione asked him when she came out of the pensieve.

"Yes, in my stores. Why?" he asked.

"I'm going to need it in order to help you…as well as resist you," she said softly. "You are in a world of trouble. A whole world of trouble, Professor."

"I'll be right back," Severus said, rising and exiting the office. He was on his way to the Potions stores.

Hermione looked after him. The strong feeling of attraction left her as soon as he did, though there was definitely some residual lust.

Damn.

A vampire queen had targeted the Potions Master. No doubt because of his performance at the Final Battle. He slayed hundreds of vampires single-handedly. Hermione had witnessed him. He was a killing machine, slaying the creatures both visible and invisible, whirling like a dervish, screams and cries of the dying undead all around him, his blade and body covered in their black blood. He had seemed…unearthly.

They all converged on him too, as if drawn by some invisible force, breaking away from their attacks on Order members to attack the dark wizard. They also provided him shielding from other deatheathers who cast hexes his way, only to hit a vampire, which would in turn attack and kill the offending wizard. The vampires weren't turning wizards, they were killing them viciously.

This Queen Vashti must have been drawn to the wizard's skill and power, and laid low for all these years, waiting until she had the opportunity to infect him. But why not turn him right away?

Hermione thought about all the vampires she had seen on the day of battle. They were vicious, but none seemed too bright. They were more like rabid animals someone had unleashed. Maybe when a vampire turned quickly, they lost the ability to think and reason, led by instinct and bloodlust, or…a Queen. Maybe it took time to create a vampire who retained their mental abilities or human qualities. A king would have to be able to think in order to rule. Maybe it took something more to create a vampire like that. Maybe it took…time. Maybe time and willingness.

If the Queen were different from her subjects, that could explain why Hermione couldn't detect the turning of the Professor in his blood. She had found the decomposing cells but they registered as living. Vampire blood was dead but viable for the creatures as long as they had a fresh blood source to recharge it. Maybe the Queen's blood was different, since she was different. Maybe her blood contained some remnant of true life.

Hermione needed to get to the restricted section and do some digging.

First the Professor would have to get that Clarification potion to Hermione. It would keep her thinking straight. Without it, the witch would probably be reduced to begging the wizard to fuck her. What a way to lose her cherry…under a vampire lust curse. Well, it wasn't going to happen.

Hermione would have to inform the Headmistress that the Professor was ill and the suspected nature of the illness, then she would have to quarantine the Professor, so he didn't drive the female population of Hogwarts wild. He had to be taken out of circulation. There had already been a marked increase in contraceptive patch requests today. She went through an entire box of twenty-five, which meant witches were intending on engaging in sex, and not necessarily with the Professor. Evidently the randiness he inspired carried over. There were going to be a lot of lucky young wizards around Hogwarts if she didn't get the dark wizard safely tucked away.

Hermione sighed and let her head drop to her desk.

Gods, what had she walked into?

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Chapter 8 ~ An Unexpected Attack

Hermione sat in her office, waiting for Severus to return with the Clarification potion. It was taking him quite a long time. He'd been gone over half an hour. She walked out of the office and stretched, looking toward the floo. The flames were crackling merrily.

Suddenly they turned green, but no one came out. Hermione stared at the fire. Suddenly, she saw something. Then she didn't. She walked closer, peering at the fireplace. Again she saw something, moving violently within the flames. It looked like robes…then it disappeared again.

Suddenly Severus fell face forward out of the floo, a bottle of potions clutched in his hand, scrabbling desperately at the floor for a handhold. His hair was all over his head, and his robes were practically torn off his shoulders. The Potions Master's black eyes were wild as he flipped over on his back and started kicking wildly as he was being dragged back into the floo, the potion bottle rolling from his hand

Hermione was stunned. Severus looked over his head and saw her.

"Come help me, dammit!" he screamed at her.

Shocked to action, Hermione ran over to the floo. She saw several pairs of hands clutching at one of the Potions Master's legs, and she could hear faint shrieking as he kicked frantically at them.

"Cast a stunner!" Severus cried, "into the floo! If they get me they're going to tear me apart…or worse!"

Hermione pulled out her wand and did as the Potions Master asked. The grasping hands all released him, and Severus scrambled away from the floo on his hands and knees, then sprang to his feet and tussled with his ripped robes until he found his wand. Pointing it at the floo, the Potions Master bricked it completely over.

"That will hold them temporarily I imagine. I suggest you ward the floo against entry from inside Hogwarts tonight," he said in a tired, panting voice, staring at the floo.

Hermione frowned at him.

"Hold who? What happened to you?" Hermione asked him.

Severus turned to Hermione, his chest heaving as he looked at her. Then he brushed himself off, ran his hand through the mess that was his hair and tried to gather the tatters of his robes around him with some dignity. Hermione looked at his face…it seemed as if there were small bruises all over it.

"You're hurt. Your face is all bruised," she said, walking towards him as he leaned down and picked up the bottle of potion. He pressed it into her hand.

"Your potion," he growled, and walked toward her office with a slight limp.

His robes were tattered down the back too, and his white shirt pulled out by the tails and hanging over his trousers. He looked like he'd been in a terrible battle. Hermione followed him, anxious to find out what happened.

Severus dropped heavily into the chair in front of her desk.

"I can't go back to my rooms tonight," he said, "I'm not safe."

"What happened?" Hermione asked him.

Severus shuddered.

She looked at his face closer, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Those aren't bruises," she said incredulously, "Those are lipstick stains!"

Severus nodded then held his face in one hand for a moment.

Then he began to tell the witch what happened.

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Severus entered his study, surprised to find all the torches turned low. But he was more concerned about getting the Clarification potion for Hermione, so she could start working on how to keep him from turning. He opened the study door, walked through his office, into his classroom then to his storeroom, which he unwarded, opened and searched through.

He found a dusty bottle of Clarification potion, blew the dust off and checked the date of expiration. It was still good. He closed the storeroom and warded it, an uneasy feeling coming over him as he exited the classroom, walked through his office and entered his study. He lowered the wall then looked toward the fireplace. He could see no flame. Had the floo gone out? He raised the torches and stood dumbfounded at the sight that met his eyes.

"Hello, Professor. You weren't at supper so we decided to come join you here in the privacy of your rooms," Sybil Trelawney said.

She was standing in front of what appeared to be the entire female staff of Hogwarts. They all looked at him, their eyes glinting.

Severus scowled.

"How did you get in here?" he asked all of them, but it was Sybil who answered.

"We're witches, Severus. We know how to get through wards if we want to," she said, then added in a horrifyingly sultry voice, "And we wanted to. All of us."

The witches behind Trelawney murmured and nodded assent.

Severus looked at the witches. Every one of them was aroused. This was trouble, big trouble. Severus couldn't hex the entire female staff of Hogwarts, nor could he physically injure them. The Headmistress would be furious, no matter what the situation was. She was highly pro-witch. He supposed he should be glad she wasn't here with them.

Every witch that stopped and spoke to him at breakfast was here. Madame Sprout, Professor Sinistra, Professor Transom, Librarian Ginny Weasley, Madam Hooch, and Professor Vector. Including Sybil Trelawney, that made seven witches. Seven witches to one wizard.

"Well, you can all leave. I am not up for company, tonight," Severus said in his most commanding voice.

Ginny Weasley stepped forward.

"But we want your company, Professor, all of us," she said, her brown eyes glistening at him unnaturally.

"Yes, all of us," the witches said in unison, each stepping forward, making their way around the armchairs. Sybil was leading them, her large glasses glinting with a sinister light.

"Severus, you have a history of turning down witches, and for no good reason," Sybil said.

"That's right," Pomona Sprout agreed.

Severus did remember turning the plump witch down one Christmas Eve after she had a bit too much eggnog. The witch wasn't his type, and was a bit over the hill for him.

"Ladies, I have a right to decide whom I wish to be with. I don't wish to be with any of you," he said reasonably. "You are all…all…reasonably attractive in your own way. I am sure there is a suitable wizard for each of you. Anyway, some of you are married. I don't want to come between you and your husbands. It's not right."

"We'll decide what's right, Severus. There is something about you that is extremely compelling and we want to find out just what that is, don't we girls?" Sybil said, walking towards the Potions Master purposely, the witches spreading out to the right and left, moving toward him in unison.

Severus backed up.

Now ladies…witches, oh gods…listen to me…there is a geis on me, a spell that makes you feel this way. It's not really me," he said, looking for a path of escape. The floo…if he could make it to the floo…

"We don't particularly care what it is, Professor. We mean to have you…to take turns if we must," Professor Sinistra said, her green eyes flashing. She and Ginny were the youngest and prettiest of the bunch.

"Now wait, wait!" Severus said as the witches shrieked and charged him.

Severus went down in a crush of soft, clutching bodies, hands all over him as the witches pulled at him. He pushed and slapped their hands away. What was fortunate was that they all crowded around him and got in each other's way, and he was able to crawl from under the shifting robes and legs and break free to make a run for the floo. He raced around the armchair and hastily grabbed a handful of floo powder tossing it into the flames as a cry went up from the group, who parted and saw he wasn't in the midst of them.

Sybil pointed a bony, bangled arm in his direction. The Professor blanched.

"There he is! Get him! He's making a break for the floo!" Sybil cried running towards him as he screamed, "the infirmary," and tried to dive through the hot flames. He had to wait, it was too hot. Sybil dove over the armchair and grasped him in a skeletal embrace around his waist.

"I've got him! Come on girls!" she screeched.

Severus struggled, trying to keep hold of the potion and work Sybil loose without actually striking her. The witches were all under Vashti's spell after all. They charged him, fingers extended like claws just as he slid Sybil down over his legs and the flames turned green. They grasped at his robes as he dove into the fireplace. He could hear and feel them ripping as he tried to get through the flames.

He was yanked back several times, breasts and bellies and asses all over him, lips pressing against his face as he struggled, pushing and accidentally fondling places he never wanted to touch on the witches, feeling them pulling at his trousers and shirt as his robes shredded. They were trying to undress him!

With a burst of strength, Severus managed to shove them all back and dive for the floo, but was caught by his legs. He was almost out, and grasped at the floor of the infirmary…seeking a seam, a crack, anything in the stone tile that could keep him from being dragged back to the witches as they clutched desperately at his legs and ankles, yanking at his trousers.

Severus flipped over and started kicking at their hands, desperate for release. It was then that he saw Hermione, screamed for assistance and she fired the stunner that released him. He sealed up the floo.

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Severus still clutched his face in his hand, shuddering. Gods, he hated to think what would have happened to him if they had stripped him naked. One of them would have forced an erection out of him and then…

Shudder. Shudder. Shudder.

Hermione sat at her desk open-mouthed. The female staff had tried to gang rape him?

All through university Hermione Granger was known as the somberest, most serious witch in attendance. She absolutely never laughed, and the closest she came to a smile was a smirk when she got her marks. She stopped smiling and laughing when Harry and Ron died. There was nothing in the world to laugh about. Nothing at all.

As she looked at Severus, the witch tried to hold it in. She really tried her best. This was not a laughing matter after all. But the way he looked, combined with the horror in his eyes just didn't inspire sympathy in Hermione. Imagining him helplessly running from those witches, a wizard who killed a horde of vampires single-handedly, and was considered one of the best fighters in the Order of the Phoenix, just tickled her funny bone a bit too much. It was so ironic that such a powerful man was brought low and forced to flee by several randy witches.

It was only a small sound first. A noise in the back of her throat. She leveled her eyes at the disheveled Potions Master, staring at her through his spread fingers, his hair still mussed and lipstick all over his face, and a snort escaped through her nose. She clasped her hand over it, trying her best not to let escape what was welling up inside her. But all those lipstick stains! His traumatized look! Hermione had never seen the wizard look so out of sorts in all her memory.

Finally, Hermione burst out in uncontrollable laughter. She laughed, and laughed and laughed until she was bent over in the chair with mirth, tears streaming from her eyes, her face red as fire. And still she laughed until her breath ran short and she was gasping for air, and still she laughed until she almost pissed herself…then she began to calm.

Severus was scowling at her blackly, but when she looked up at him, those cool amber eyes weren't so cold anymore. It seemed the laughter had ignited a warmth inside the witch. It was the first belly laugh she'd had in eight long years. And it felt good.

Severus watched as she calmed herself, and when she seemed reasonably collected, he looked at her long and hard.

"Now that you are done laughing at my expense, Dr. Granger, I have one question," he said evenly, his dark eyes leveled at her. They looked a bit challenging.

"And what is that, Professor?" she asked him.

"Just where am I supposed to sleep?" he asked her, looking at her steadily. His mind went back to her examination, and he felt a throb.

Hermione went rigid as he asked that question. She looked at him. The butterflies were back. She wanted to say, "With me," but fought the reply back with all her strength.

Severus saw the heat in Hermione's eyes and knew Vashti's curse was on her again. Hm. He might be willing to deal with that. She was only one witch. One witch with very talented hands.

Suddenly Hermione opened the bottle of Clarification potion and gulped some down, wiping her mouth with her hand as her eyes cooled again. She was all right now.

Severus scowled.

He should have let that damn bottle break.

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A/N: Poor, poor sexy Severus. Can't go back to his rooms. Oh man, this was so fun to write. Please review. Thanks.