Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 83 ~ A Change of Venue

It was dark when Hermione heard a noise and roused herself. She had fallen asleep on the sofa and must have been out for hours. She heard another click…it was the front door. Who could that be? Had someone figured out a way to enter her home?

The witch slid off the sofa and down to the floor, pulling out her wand. Someone was moving through the foyer and approaching the living room. Holding her breath, Hermione crawled forward hoping to catch whoever it was by surprise. She saw a tall form walking stealthily into the living room. It was now or never. She cast a rope-binding spell. Loops of rope shot out the end of her wand and wrapped around the person's body tightly. Whoever it was toppled to the floor.

Hermione leaped up and turned on the magical lamps with a flick of her wand. She looked at the bound form.

It was Severus.

"Oh my gods!" Hermione cried, running forward and dropping to her knees. She looked down at the wizard, who had fallen on his back.

"I take it you weren't expecting me," he said sarcastically, his eyes glinting.

"Oh Severus, I'm so sorry!" Hermione exclaimed, flicking her wand at the ropes and freeing the Potions Master. Severus sat up on his elbows and looked at her.

"Why were you in the dark?" he asked her, sitting up fully.

"I fell asleep. You woke me when you let yourself in. I didn't know who it was…I thought…I thought it might be someone from the DKV coming to get me," she said, hugging herself.

Severus looked at the witch. How stupid had he been? He hadn't thought about Hermione being alone in the house. She had to be frightened. He pushed himself to his feet and helped her up.

"You're coming with me," Severus said.

"What?" Hermione replied, her eyes wide.

"I'll not have you staying alone in this house scared to death of someone breaking in on you, disillusioned or not. You'll stay with me at Hogwarts until this trial is over," Severus said imperiously.

"But what about Albus…the other staff?" she asked him.

"Albus will understand. You can apparate to the Ministry in the morning directly from my rooms," he said. "But you will be my prisoner. You won't be able to walk around Hogwarts freely. Voldemort allows me to be your lover, but he won't accept me in the role of your protector. So your staying at Hogwarts will have to be a secret. You will have to remain in my rooms."

"Preferably naked and in my bed," the Potions Master thought lasciviously.

Daily access to Hermione wouldn't be a bad thing at all.

Hermione opened her mouth to protest.

"Don't," Severus said warningly. Hermione's mouth closed with a small snap.

"All right, just let me get some things," she said, walking down the hallway. Severus watched her go…then followed her. Hermione walked into her bedroom, went to her closet and took out an overnight bag. Then she went into the bathroom to get toiletries. Severus sat down on the bed.

"The reason I came over here, Hermione, was to let you know if you wanted to continue the trial, I am all for it. Simon told me Mr. Jockrin made an inquiry today. It's up to you, witch," he said to her.

Hermione exited the bathroom.

"I want to go on, Severus. I just didn't want to take advantage of your kindness," the witch said.

Her Gryffindorness was showing. It was irritating at times.

"Considering all the pleasure you give me, Hermione, and all the advantage I take of your 'kindness' you shouldn't have hesitated in telling Mr. Jockrin you wanted your day in court. All that I have is at your disposal, witch. I thought you understood that by now," the Potions Master said, a bit of exasperation in his voice. "You give me every part of yourself…how could I do any less?"

Hermione appeared in the doorway, clutching the overnight bag to her chest, looking at the wizard with a sad expression.

"There's a part of me you don't want, Severus," she said softly, her eyes beginning to glisten.

Severus stared at Hermione for a moment before he rose and strode over to her, taking the overnight bag out of her hands and setting it on the floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist lightly and looked down at her.

"There's no part of you, no part at all that I don't want, Hermione," he said softly, "I just can't afford what you would give me. Not the way things are."

"But I have given it to you, Severus, whether or not you accept it. You can't expect to do what you do to me and not take my heart. You may not want it, Severus…but you have it," Hermione confessed. "You know I love you."

Severus looked pained.

"Don't say that. I know no such thing," he lied. "What I know is we have a pleasant arrangement…an attachment. A monogamous relationship that works for us. I please you. You please me. Don't make it more than that Hermione. It's too dangerous. You don't love me. You only think you do because of our extended intimacy. There really isn't much to love when it comes to me. Outside of our physical relationship, I have very little to offer you emotionally."

"That's not true, Severus. When I was arrested, you were right there to comfort me, to make me feel that everything would be all right. You supported me, gave me strength, bolstered my courage. And when I need to talk, you listen and tell me what you think. You let me open up in other ways than just physically, Severus. Intellectually, emotionally. You are here for me and for Mathias. How could I not love you?" Hermione said looking up at him.

Severus stared down at the witch.

"Let's go," he said, suddenly picking up Hermione's bag and disapparating with her, not caring if she needed to collect anything else. He just wanted her in his rooms and in his bed.

Severus' response to Hermione's emotionalism was always the same, to bury himself in the witch until she was lost to him. He hungered for what she offered him, and since he couldn't allow himself to acknowledge that fact, he did his best to feel it inside her, to hear it in her voice, taste it on her lips and see it in her eyes as he took strongly. It brought him some satisfaction, some sense of closeness, of connection. What others might see as the wizard's violent sexual tendencies toward Hermione was in reality the expression of his need for her, for all of her. Even the part of her he couldn't accept for all their sakes.

Still, from time to time Severus had to try and thwart Hermione's love for him, to try to make her believe her attraction for him was completely physical. Tonight was going to be one of those nights.

The moment they arrived in his bedroom, Severus put Hermione's bag down, whipped out his wand and divestoed her clothes, his dark eyes glinting at her almost savagely.

"You know what you love about me, witch?" he asked her, casting a silencing spell, divestoing his own clothing and grabbing Hermione. He dragged her to his bed and flung her into it.

Hermione bounced, her eyes wide, but her body and her darker nature instantly responding to his roughness. Severus dove on top of her, tussled her legs over his shoulders and rammed his cock into the witch hard. Hermione shrieked as he plowed through her, filling her completely.

"This is what you love about me," he gasped down at her as she cried out. He started fucking the witch hard, pistoning in and out of her body like a man possessed.

"You think if I didn't fuck you this good you'd feel anything for me? Anything at all?" he hissed at the witch, pummeling her body, her cries washing over him. "It's physical, witch…what you love about me is piercing you right now."

Severus dropped to Hermione's body and covered her mouth with his, kissing her passionately, his tongue coiling about her mouth as he continued to stroke her hungrily. He knew it was more than sex, but he had to speak the lie to strengthen his own resolve. Hermione was completely overwhelmed by the Potions Master, his cock driving her higher and higher, his kiss moving her heart even as he denied it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and submitted to his power, his passion, but not to his lies. She knew why he lied…in order to try to keep her safe and his son safe. It wasn't even for his own life. Suddenly Hermione buckled and let out a shriek as the wizard took her over the edge once again, her release pouring out of her.

Severus pulled away from her, looking into her sex-glazed eyes.

"That's what you love about me, witch. My ability to bring you to orgasm after orgasm. Accept it for what it is. Accept me for what I am. Don't bring love into what we have, Hermione. Love has nothing to do with this," he groaned as his own release exploded from his loins and he crushed the witch to him, pouring all his being into her, feeling the witch more than he had ever felt anything, hating the fact he couldn't love her like she longed for.

Finally, Severus' pulsing slowed and he relaxed on Hermione's body for several minutes, his face buried in her jasmine-scented hair, feeling her heart beating against his chest as he softened, still inside the witch. Then he rolled off her, lying beside her and staring at the ceiling.

Hermione lay beside him, breathless. As she calmed, she turned her face toward the wizard.

"Severus?" she said softly.

The wizard turned his face toward the witch, his dark eyes taking in the damp curls framing her face.

"Hmmm?" he murmured at her.

"You are such a liar," she whispered, brushing his hair out of his face. "Such a damn liar."

Severus just stared at the witch.

There was nothing he could say.

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Mathias had no idea his mother was in the castle. He had finished his studies and lay in his bed thinking about Jasmine. Not the kiss, but the subpoena. If the defense were calling her in, there could only be one reason…to testify against her father in some way. She didn't have anything to do with his mum, no secret information…that he knew of anyway. Jasmine's aura showed she knew nothing about her father getting the Council to sack her. Instead it showed that she felt guilty her father would do such a thing, sympathy and anger. In other words, she cared about what had happened.

Despite Jasmine's reaction to his kissing her, Mathias was determined to accompany her to court. He hadn't seen his mother in weeks anyway. He was doing well enough in class to skive off a day…and he could handle the resulting detention his father was sure to assign him. Jasmine needed someone in her corner. As her friend, it was his duty to be there for her, despite what else was going on between them.

He slipped off his boxers and slid under the cool Slytherin green sheets of his bed. He brought one hand to his scars and traced over them, the same way Jasmine did. Her touch did things to him. He had felt all squiggly inside as she unabashedly touched his body. He knew the witch didn't know the effect she'd had on him. He thought she still might not know, despite his kiss.

The wizard closed his eyes and waited for sleep to come.

He'd see Jasmine in the morning and tell her of his plans to accompany her to court.

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Jasmine stormed through the common room, up the stairs and turned down the corridor that led to her private room, her housemates looking after her.

"Wow, Jasmine's in a right temper," one fourth-year witch said.

"Probably didn't get a proper shag from Mathias," a seventh-year replied, his lip snarled unpleasantly. "But Andreas will probably take care of her."

"Neither of us has touched Jasmine," Andreas said coldly.

The seventh-year turned around, his eyes narrowed. Andreas had just entered the common room after unsuccessfully looking for the Potions Master. He had heard the seventh-year's comment about Jasmine.

"You really expect us to believe that? You three are always disappearing around the same time, and Jasmine always comes back before you, looking exhausted," the boy said accusingly.

"That doesn't mean she's fucking us, you moron," Andreas replied, his nostrils flared.

"It doesn't mean she isn't," the boy replied.

Andreas stepped up to the seventh year. They were just about the same size. His black eyes glinted into his blue ones.

"I suggest that you take that back unless you want to duel me," the black wizard said soberly.

"Dueling's against the rules," the seventh year said nervously.

"Since when do Slytherins care about rules? Besides, the Professor is gone. There's no one to interrupt us," Andreas said, smirking at the seventh year. He shifted to aura view and could see the wizard's fear pulsing around him.

The seventh-year's face contorted. He didn't want to seem to be a coward, but the truth was he knew he was no match for Andreas. He had seen what the wizard could do. Finally, good sense won out over image.

"Fine. Maybe you two aren't shagging her. But it looks suspicious," he said in an attempt not to look like a total pussy.

"Looks are deceiving. You'd do well to remember that," Andreas said, turning away from the boy and walking toward the stairs. He sensed the boy was considering hexing him while his back was turned.

"Don't do it. You will be sorry if you do," Andreas said, placing his hand on his wand, but not turning around.

The seventh-year took his hand off his wand. Andreas continued up the stairs.

Everyone looked at each other as the tension died away.

Damn. That wizard was scary.

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Unaware of what transpired in the common room, Jasmine let herself into her room and promptly warded the door. She threw herself on the bed.

Mathias had kissed her, and it was a very sweet kiss that she felt all the way to her toes. The witch had wanted to keep kissing him, and for a moment lost herself in the softness of his mouth. But then the image of Voldemort popped into her mind and she pulled away from Mathias, angry with herself for being pulled in. She had already determined that she couldn't get involved with the handsome, dark young wizard. Not with what she had looming in her future. But one kiss had nearly broken her resolve.

So she lashed out at Mathias, determined to make him back off. He had been the aggressor, moving on her when she was vulnerable. She didn't know if he had purposely taken advantage of her state, or if his kiss was reflexive. But he was a boy, and boys took advantage of witches when they could. Most likely, Mathias wasn't any different. If her life had gone the way her father planned, she would have counted his kiss as a victory and proof of her sway over him. It would have been great progress, and she could have begun leading him on and manipulating him.

But she wasn't that Jasmine any more. That Jasmine died on the day of her evaluation. When she saw how cruel Voldemort was. The corpse was further buried when her father struck her, and sent her to the islands to become more grateful for her position and privileges, and she found out the truth about muggles. She would no more manipulate Mathias than kill him.

But she couldn't become anything more to him. It was too dangerous, probably for both of them. It would also mean telling him she was to be the Dark Lord's consort and would be fucked by the wizard on the night of her eighteenth birthday. She knew Mathias wouldn't take that well, whether he was involved with her or not. No, she would keep her secret.

It was better that way.

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A/N: A scary funny moment for Hermione and Severus, then a very hot lemon. Hermione locked in the Potions Master's private rooms…a prisoner. Man, lock me up too. Lol. Andreas stood up for Jasmine's honor and Mathias intends to go to court with her. The witch is so conflicted about Mathias, but thinks she's doing the right thing warning him off of her. Please review.