A Ghostly Curse

Disclaimer: No, really. It’s not mine. Oh, I humbly bow to the talent of JKR. She is the reigning champion of all things Harry Potter.

A/N: In all fairness, I must warn, the first part of this chapter is Severus’ reflection on his past relationship w/Hermione and why it now bothers him that she has moved on. If you don’t want to listen to his thoughts, and his mushy feelings for his silly little wife, ignore the first part of this chapter. BUT PLEASE… don’t stop reading just because… This story is not about them! It will not center on them.

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Ch 9 - Reflection and Discovery


Severus sat before the fireplace, sipping his fire-whisky slowly. Ginny had long since retired, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Staring at the amber-colored liquid he considered the choices he had made.

In his bedroom, tucked away in his huge bed was his beloved wife. He did love her. She had grown on him during the war until he found himself unable to consider what life might be like without her. He knew that she had loved Harry. He had never considered that she could ever find him appealing.

He and Harry had never been able to like each other. Even when they knew they were truly both on the same side. Even after Harry knew that Albus had told him to take his life, he had been unwilling to believe that he could be trusted. Not that Severus blamed him. He had not always been a trustworthy person. No one knew that better than he.

When he had married Hermione, he did have two motives. One had been to be closer to Ginevra, and the other had been to have a suitable companion in Hermione. Ginny heated his passion and fired his blood. Hermione stimulated his mind. If there was a way to combine the two women, they would have made the ideal for any man.

He had not been in love with Hermione, but that did not mean he did not care about her. He had never meant to hurt her. But with Ginny he had seen his chance at true happiness. He was truly happy with the choices he had made. He wouldn’t change anything.

Why then was he tormented by the idea of another man touching his ex-wife? It bothered him to no end. Hermione wasn’t supposed to have moved on so easily. She was supposed to pine after him. He had expected that she would have missed him. Perhaps even enough to desire his company in a romantic sense while his wife was huge with child.

Ginny had become very hesitant to accept his advances as her pregnancy advanced. Even with her mother’s assurances that there was no danger, she had wanted Severus to make love to her as if he was handling a breakable piece of china.

Disgusted, Severus blew out a sigh. He had never thought that she would become so tender during her pregnancy. The truth was, he had not been able to find release with her from the very onset of her term. He had been reduced to sneaking off during the night to visit the nearest Witchery Brothel.

He had hoped that with Hermione’s return that she would be open to spending a little quality time with him. Granted, she wasn’t his first choice. But he knew that he had once been able to satisfy himself as well as her in bed. She had been a bit of a surprise, after all. He had never considered that she might actually be such a vixen in bed. He smirked, I doubt Hermione would be such a touch me not during her pregnancy.

Feeling a stirring in his loins at the thought, He stood quickly and gathered his cloak. After placing a sleeping charm on his wife, he left their home and Apparated away to the Brothel. He had every intention of asking for Rose. She was his favorite there, because her own tastes ran in similar directions to his. He wouldn’t have to hold back with her. Perhaps he could get her to glamour herself up to resemble the little know-it-all bitch that was the cause of his discomfort tonight.

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Lucius sat beside Hermione as she slept and watched her intently. He had fought so hard to keep from showing himself to Severus immediately at the moment that Hermione had called his love-bite nothing. But his pride and jealous nature had fought for control to the point that he considered castrating his one time friend.

He had noticed Severus’ preoccupation over Hermione’s possible love interest. He wondered if he was imagining it, or perhaps the old bat was feeling the pains of jealousy. A faint smile came to his lips at the thought. “Too bad, chum.” he whispered faintly as he brushed a stray curl from the sleeping witches cheek. “I found what you’ve lost, and I daresay you can’t have her back!”

Hermione moaned and turned toward him as he whispered the last and he felt something stir in his heart. It was impossible for him to feel love for a Mudblood, but he had to admit there was an affection there. She was his now. As she now belonged in the manor, he felt that her well-being and even her future happiness was his responsibility. He would not allow Severus to cause her anymore pain. She put on a brave face, but he could sense the hurt she still felt from the old wound his friend had caused to her heart.

Perplexed, Lucius shook his head. He had played with Muggle women before. In fact he had enjoyed indulging in his sexual fantasies with them, but he had never before found himself feeling defensive over one. That Hermione was Muggle-born should make him fairly cold toward her, but for some reason all he wanted to do was keep her close and see to her safety.

Feeling somewhat overwhelmed, he found his desire building and could fight it no longer. With his will, he pulled the covers away from Hermione and smiled when she came awake with a start.

“What?” she gasped, reaching for the sheet to cover herself.

“No!” He demanded gruffly. “I… I want us to try something, Hermione.” He paused, letting his eyes search hers. “Please?”

Hearing what sounded like desperation in his voice, she let him continue to pull the covers away from her, revealing her naked flesh to his eyes. As she watched him, he stood and undressed before her, revealing his own flesh to her for the very first time.

For several moments, he simply stood there before her, letting her eyes drink him in. When he moved to sit at the foot of her bed, he spread his legs slightly to give her full view of his manhood, standing erect before her.

As she watched, he reached out and ran a finger down the length of his shaft slowly. The entire time, his eyes never left her face as he watched her reaction. When her lips parted and she bit her bottom lip he drew a shuttering breath. “My precious pet, I need to share this with you. I want to touch myself and see you watching. I want to watch you touch yourself and know how it affects me.”

When he said the last, Hermione’s eyes flew to his and she started to shake her head. “I--”

“Please, precious.” He entreated her. “I love pleasing you, but in this form, I am unable to find release when we are together any other way, because it takes so much energy just to focus on staying solid.” His hand continued to rub his erection as his eyes pleaded with her.

As she realized what he asked, she felt both ashamed and excited by what he was asking. Ashamed because he had given her the joy of ecstasy more than three times now and he had not felt it in return. Excited because she had always wondered what it would be like to masterbate with a man watching her.

Nervously she whispered, “Tell me what you want me to do. I-I’ve never done this before so… But I’ll try it for you.”

His eyes seemed to become dark and stormy before her at her agreement to do this one thing for him. Softly, he answered, “Open your legs for me precious. Give me a peak of your hidden jewel.”

Leaning back against the headboard, Hermione did as he asked, bending her knees so he was given the full view of her clitoris. Slowly, she ran her hands across the tips of her breasts and circled them with her thumbs. Watching him, she was rewarded when he pulled tighter on his shaft and squeezed. “Yes,” he intoned softly. “That’s perfect, darling. Now, touch yourself for me.” His voice was like a caress against her skin and it made her anxious to do what he asked.

Biting her lip, she let her hand trace her skin down her belly and play in the dark curls that were trimmed to just lightly cover what Lucius so wanted. He watched her as she let a finger slide through her lips and circle her nub. Moaning, she arched a little off the headboard as she felt how wet and excited her body really was.

His cock twitched in response to her actions and he answered her moan with one of his own. “I wish I was touching you, Hermione. I wish I could bury myself in your depths and fill your tightness with my cum.” His words made her that much wetter and she moane again, rubbing her clit harder as he continued whispering nasty little desires to her.

Gasping, she let her other hand reach up to play with a nipple. His eyes followed her movement and he moaned, “Oh, yes, pet. Pinch it for me. Let me see it pucker and tighten into a ripe little bud, ready to be fondled by my tongue.”

Doing as he asked, Hermione let her head fall back against the headboard. Closing her eyes for a moment, she imagined that the sensation wasn’t coming from her own hands, but his. She enjoyed doing this for him, but she somehow wished she could do better.

An idea struck at that moment and she looked back at him as her face broke into a wide smile. “Lucius… I want to touch you.”

He had been steadily stroking himself, but paused at her words to look at her. “Pardon?”

She smiled. “I have an idea. You have to work hard at staying solid when you are touching me, but what if you just lay there, and let me touch you?”

He looked confused for a moment before answering, “I’m not sure. I suppose it could be different…”

Taking his words as acceptance, Hermione moved to kneel between his legs. “Just stay solid for me, Lucius. Let me make you feel good for once.”

Wondering what she was on about, Lucius opened his mouth to ask, but froze when her tongue circled the tip of his length. Gasping, he found himself grasping the footboard to keep from falling off the bed. The sensation he felt was almost enough to make him explode right there.

Closing his eyes, he gave himself over to her when she opened her mouth over him, and slid until he could feel her throat pulsing against him. Groaning, he begged, “Oh, please don’t stop. Where did you learn to do this?”

Her only response was to chuckle with her mouth still closed around him which added to the sensation. Then, when he didn’t think it could get any better, her hand began to fondle his sac, making him only get harder in her mouth.

When she began moving faster and faster over his hardness, he began gasping her name. “Hermione, Oh, Hermione, I don’t think… I can’t hold on very much longer…”

When she took her mouth off of him, she continued to make the motions with her hand so he didn’t lose the sensation as she asked, “Hold on to what? Are you going to lose your grasp on solidity? Or, are you about to cum?”

He groaned and his hips twitched as he fought to keep from reaching for her. “BOTH!” He fairly yelled. “If I cum, I’ll lose it… I won’t have the strength to… to… Oh, gods! I want to cum!”

With a nod, Hermione answered. “Okay then, Just come back to me when you can. Just enjoy this now.” With no hesitation, she lowered her mouth onto him once more and began sucking him in earnest. He cried out as the first sensations of his balls tightening began. “Hermione! It’s happening! I can feel it. I’m going to AAAAHHHH!!!!!!”

Hermione felt his semen fill her mouth as she relaxed her throat and continued sucking. The taste was a little sour but not unbearable. When he finally went limp, she felt him fad even as the semen she held in her mouth evaporated. She was left all alone with only the knowledge that she had discovered a way to give him back a little of what he had so unselfishly given her.

But it left her with a deep ache as her own needs had been ignored. Sitting back and looking around the empty room, she muttered, “Oh, Lucius… We have got to find your body soon.”

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A/N: I think this may very well be the first story that I have made the sex such an important part of the relationship. I don’t remember ever doing so many sex scenes of different degrees before. I certainly hope I have not offended anyone. I do apologize if I did.

Okay, please leave my Muse and I a review to let us know what you think… Did I go over the top this time? Inquiring minds (namely mine) want to know… J