Duo Inter Armare

Duo Inter Armare


PLEASE READ: This story is old and not compliant with anything Harry Potter any longer. I would burn it in effigy if I knew how to get away with it...besides all that, it was one of the first things that I wrote.

I do not own these characters, if I did they would not be so undernourished in the ways of the bedroom, just think, if you could pick one to keep it home, it would be very difficult, just think…Snape…Lucius…Sirius…Remus…Draco, no, that’s jail-bait…maybe not, he is getting older…anyways just toying around…



Chapter 1: Praeter Amor

Hermione Granger paused outside the door that led into the office in which she was about to enter. The anxiousness in her stomach had it doing somersaults. She could not remember being this nervous, not even during NEWTS. The past few months of her life were playing out in front of her eyes like an old video, she had come to the decision that what she was about to do would be the best not only for her, but also her friends and the Order. She also knew that what she was about to do was going to cause her more humiliation than she had ever felt.

At 23 years of age, Hermione had made a name for herself by becoming an independent researcher. She found that she like looking at a new topic for discussion and applying her own knowledge of not only magical applications but muggle ones. It did not hurt that she made a fortune by doing the tedious tasks of deciphering through all the books in the magical word in order to bring information to the proper people that write the reports. She quite enjoyed her work. The ability to take only the projects that interested her, accompanied with the fact that the Order was still working against Voldemort, made her life most enjoyable.

Quite a lot of Hermione’s projects were funded by the Ministry. Her newest project dealt with the rise of the birthrate of Squibs. She had found that the Pureblood’s tendency to marry Pureblood’s was causing a bit of a problem in the magical world around them. Twenty of the top researchers in the wizarding world were put to task to figure out a solution to this particular problem. Once someone mentioned invoking a law where it is stated that Purebloods and Muggleborns should marry in order to keep their world afloat, minister Fudge had all but jumped at the chance to be the ‘Savior of the Wizarding World’ and was now, going through the process of trying to make this law valid.

Hermione knew that this was not the most ideal situation for many Muggleborns right now. Normally, she would not be opposed to marrying for the good of the community; she had no real feelings one way or the other towards who she would spend her life with. She had never, truly, given it much thought.

The Ministry had kept this particular project under wraps, however, certain members of the community were privy to what was being said. The people that lined Fudge’s pockets with gold knew every little detail about the research that had been done. Hermione was under contract, though, and she had not been allowed to speak with anyone about this study, not Dumbledore, not Harry. She only knew that she needed to find a way around, and fast.

Pulling upon all of her Gryffindor courage she raised a fist and knocked on the door. She truly wondered if vomiting now would make her feel better.

“ENTER!” screamed the low-baritone voice of Professor Snape behind the heavy wooden door.

Hermione took a deep breath, opened the door and walked inside. She took a glance around his work area; everything still looked, for the most part, absolutely the same. His desk was still littered with parchments that needed to be marked; he had great, disgustingly interesting stuff crammed into jars that appeared pickled in some type of liquid agent. The room was dark, cold. She stood there and stared at him for a moment. Taking in the long black hair that she knew was silky, the big black orbs that could hold so much contempt but also show passion occasionally, not often, but occasionally. He was wrapped in his famous black garb, the clothes that defiantly made the man more intimidating than just his temper and harsh words. He drew himself up to his full height, using it just as he did while she was in school, knowing that his imposing height above her relatively short stature gave her the “willies”, as she had described it in the past.

She smiled at him. Hoping to give off an air of flippancy, make him remember that she could be just as cunning as he when she needed to be.

“Well, well, Miss Granger,” he drew his words out very slowly and softly, knowing that his voice played havoc on the young woman’s ears, “What do I owe the pleasure of your company on such a night as this?”

‘Good Lord’, she thought, ‘he is not going to make this easy, is he.’

“Severus, Professor, I mean, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me?” Hermione was clutching her handbag like it was the only portkey out of Hogwarts and it was to be activated in only seconds.

The Professor raised an eyebrow, “Why would such a lovely, young witch want to spend an evening with the ‘bat of the dungeons’?” He did not have to call upon his many years as a spy to see that not only was she nervous, she was up to something.

Instead of waiting for her to answer, curiosity overcame him and he moved across the room towards her, “I do have to eat, should you want to accompany me that would be acceptable. I was just planning on taking a light meal in my quarters due to the fact that I have a potion brewing that needs my attention. Do you see any reason why we should not eat in my dining hall?”

The sneaky bastard. He knew very well that his dining hall made memories of their time together dance through her mind. She saw him smirk. That did it; he was not going to get the best of her. “I see no reason why the dining hall should not be sufficient.” She stated more firmly than she actually believed.

She remembered the way into his private quarters. She had not only followed him through these masked doors, she had been carried, lugged, shoved, and her favorite of all, tricked, into walking this path many times before. Glancing around, taking in the little bit that had changed over the year that they had been separated, she ran her hand over a deep jade colored winged back chair and smiled. She could remember waking up mornings to find him sitting in this chair, reading, wearing very little. She could remember piling up in the chair with him, sneaking the book from his hand and replacing it with a warm body, her warm body. She could remember just how it felt for him to take her, pick her up and carry her to his bed and keep her there for hours, making love, snuggling after, making love again then a nap. Severus noticed that she was reminiscing about the chair; he had hardly sat in it since she left.

He turned towards the floo, called the house elves with another order for dinner then turned towards the kitchen. Bringing out a bottle of wine and two flute glasses, he poured the glass and handed it to her, “You look as if you could use some Slytherin courage to go along with what you insist upon using."

She smiled, knowing that he was kidding with her. Accepting the wine glass, she sat down, not in the chair, but on the couch: The couch that he had first kissed her on, the couch that he had professed his undying love on, the couch that she lost their child on.

This was going to be far more difficult than she thought it would be. For a moment, time stopped and she thought about fleeing, just getting up and running for the door, but her moment had passed, Dobby was now holding out a tray of food that had been prepared specifically for their dinner. As Severus took the trey and swept towards the dining hall, she followed his footsteps rather than escaping as she had been contemplating.

Dinner was lovely, Hermione could not remember at all what it was she was eating, well, eating is a harsh word; she was pushing her food around on her plate.

They tried to make small talk; she asked about his potion, he asked about her work. She talked of the latest Order Meeting that he had missed due to his duties inside the Death Eaters High Circle. They eventually fell into an uncomfortable silence. Each remembering why there destined romance faltered, each remembering in vivid detail the pain and agony they put their friends through when it finally ended in one giant, explosive moment in the middle of #12 Grimmald Place. If only that night, Severus’ memories had not been placed inside a pensieve for the entire order to watch all the horrific details of his meeting with the Dark Lord. Maybe if she had not seen the passion in his eyes, she had seen him filled with passion, but never with her like in the pensieve.


Minutes passed, Severus was a patient man when it came to waiting. He had learned the hard way that sometimes, when you want to know something badly enough, waiting was the only way to get it. All these years in the Dark Lord’s camp had taught him patience.

She was making a mess with her roll, tearing it into pieces like she was and refusing to put any of it in her mouth in order to eat it. “Hermione, tell me why you’re here, I will not indulge you much longer. I could figure this great mystery out on my own, if you would like. I am not above prodding into that vast mind of your, as you well know.” He leaned forward and took her hand, her eyes wondered up to his and he saw, just for a moment, terror in her eyes. It was an emotion he had long ago associated with her, when she was his student, but not now. Now, he was used to looks of admiration, joy, passion… ecstasy.

She knew the moment was here, she knew that she had to start talking or to rethink her position.

“Severus, I was wondering if you might possibly, if you thought that maybe… you could marry me.”

Severus removed his hand from hers as if she had scalded him. His eyes were wide with question. Hermione knew that she would have to start explaining, the last time that they were together, she had told him that she hoped the Dark Lord finished him off…otherwise she would, even if it had meant a stay in Azkaban. “I realize that this is not what you expected”, she said softly.

“No, I expected that you needed to get laid and Weasley couldn’t do it for you.”

Hermione gave a small grin; they had had many heart to heart talks over her past relationships. She had felt that the only to have proper trust was to air all of her business. Severus did not seem to mind that she spoke of Ron with childish passion. She knew that he was aware that Ron just ‘did not do it for her’, as she had once said. Her mistake had come in asking about his former lovers. She had realized that even though Severus was a private man and no one was truly aware of the company he had kept, he had kept a lot of company.

He still was keeping a lot of company.

“I have resigned my post with the Ministry. I am no longer part of their research team. I am still doing other independent work, but just not with the Ministry.”

Severus took this information in, while everyone at some point in time stopped looking to their government for answers, he had never truly expected Hermione Granger to be one of those everyone’s. “I see… any particular reason behind the move?”

“Yes, in a few months time, all Muggleborns will be forced into marriage with Purebloods. They will be under law to have children and the Muggleborn will have no say in who it is that they marry and procreate with. I do not wish to find myself settled with a man that I detest. I also do not wish to have to abide by the codes of the Ministry as to how many children I produce and how many times I have sex per week. I was hoping that maybe you would help me out of a sticky situation.”

Severus looked at her, how many times had they gone over this topic. She knew that he was unable to marry her; the Dark Lord would kill her. Besides that, he was not able to be faithful to her, something that he knew was important to her. For once he saw the pain in her eyes and knew that he was the cause of it. “My position has not changed on this matter. My standings in the Inner Circle put me in such a position that your life would be forfeit, besides that, I am not willing to share you with my peers, the way that would be required of you. You have seen what goes on at meetings.”

“You will be required to marry anyhow. You will have to take a Mudblood bride. Why can it not be me, now? This way we will not fall under the articles of the law. You could have your mistresses just as all pureblooded men do, tell you-know-who that you are torturing me nightly, I don’t care, but please do not let me fall into the hands of a true Death Eater. Imagine…Harry Potter’s best friend up on the auction block…most of your peers would jump at the chance to deliver me to him.” She was crying, knowing that he would reject her did not help now that she was hearing the rejection.

“I am not most men, Hermione.”

“No, I guess your not. You’re the man who taught me to love and be loved…you’re the man that made me shiver each time you walked into a room, delighted that just maybe, you might touch me, or even look at me without disgust.”

“Hermione, because of my standings as a spy, I must do things, horrible things, truly in order to save my own life. You are not one that understands the value of that. You are one who would sacrifice yourself for the common good. I am a Slytherin, we just don’t do that. Saving my ass is important to me. I am with other women because I have to be. I rape and kill because I have too. In order to gain information for Dumbledore’s cause, I am forced to participate in these events whether I want to or not. I go on raids, into muggle towns, torture their women and abuse their men. I do this all the while making others believe that I enjoy doing it. Some of the time, it is fun and games, as in the World Cup many years ago…levitating bodies and twirling people around…more times than not, I am deep inside a woman that truly does not want me there. I have to live with this. I have to make peace with the fact that at one point in my life, I wanted to be there, doing these things. I can not give you what you need as a woman. Do you understand? It has nothing to do with you, I never was displeased with our sex life, our sex life was fabulous; everything I could have wanted out of a relationship. I am just not in a position to be faithful right now, and even if I was, I have been unfaithful for so long…” Severus sighed. He sat back and took a large gulp of his wine. He sat the glass down and announced, “I do believe that we need something stronger.” Summoning a bottle of Fire Whiskey, he tore off the top and did not even bother with a glass. Taking a long swig, he placed it in front of Hermione, who immediately grabbed it.

“Severus, I have thought long and hard about this. I am willing to withstand the infidelities; I would just appreciate it if you kept them quiet enough so that I might not hear of them too often. I need your protection. None of the other Death Eaters would even challenge you for me. The “Dark Lord”, as you insist on calling him, would be terribly pleased that you managed to manipulate me into your bed, you could play this to your advantage.”

“I am unwilling to play you as a pawn in the games between two senile old men!” Severus roared.

“You still care for me?”

“I will always care for you” Severus sighed in exasperation.

“Then marry me, make me yours and when this is all over, come home to me, I’ll be waiting in your bed; waiting for the chance to love you freely, openly, to give you everything that your heart has ever desired. I know that underneath all those woolen robes is a man with a heart that can love more deeply than anyone I have ever met. Just promise to come home to me, I’ll play the Death Eater game, if I must be brought before him, then so be it. If I must attend these parties of his, then I will do it. Hell, I will host the damn thing, if it just gives me the opportunity to live my life beyond Ministry control, married to the only pureblooded man that I would choose.”

“I can not give you the house overlooking the ocean with the picket fence, Hermione.”

“Don’t forget the dog, I would love to have a dog”, she smiled. “No, at this point in time you can’t, but maybe later?”

Severus looked deep into he eyes; he took a deep breath and slowly blew it out, “Maybe later.”

Hermione grinned an evil, wicked grin. The one that all women know how to grin when they have finally manipulated the situation at hand in order to get what it is that they want. She moved her body over to Severus’ lap, kissed him good and thoroughly, lavishing his mouth with hers, as she broke the kiss, she looked into his eyes with one more request, “Make love to me. Please, just take me.”

“I can do that” he whispered as he closed his mouth around hers once more, his hand rising into her incredibly bushy hair, his loins remembering what it was like to be buried inside her tight body. A small groan escaped from her throat, he started to chuckle. “Been a long time Little One, Weasley not able to seale the deal?”

“Gods, Severus, just take me…please just stop talking and take me.” His mouth was running down her neck, nipping and sucking along the way. His hand was roaming around her body and finally settled itself on her right breast. She moved into his touch as his body kneaded the soft skin through her dress, her body tightening, shivering under his touches.

Picking her up, he headed towards his bedroom. She had only been one of two that he had ever brought back to his rooms, he had a passing thought that she might well be the last woman that he ever held in such a tender way. Laying her back upon his bed, slowly he began to remove her outer layers as she pushed off his robe and started making progress with his coat buttons underneath. As he stripped her down to just her underwear, he realized that he had been played; she was ready for the celebration of marriage to begin. She wore an emerald green teddy that showed more than it covered, with black stockings attached to the matching green garter. Severus pulled away from her embrace and gave her the standard eyebrow lifting, she blushed…she actually blushed, “I wanted to be prepared for anything.”

“I see. You little minx, you knew from the get-go that you would have me.”

She looked at him, pulled his lips down to meet hers and kissed him, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, “I did not know if you would agree, I had hoped. Tell me, Wizard’s Oath, will you marry me, Severus Snape?”

“You’re going to make me perform a Wizard’s Oath on such a matter as this?” he laughed. “Tell me, are you afraid that I will wake to all that hair in the morning and have a sudden change of heart?”

“You never know, you might see me in my morning glory and decide that it is so awful that you could not stand to wake next to me for the rest of your life.”

“My days are numbered, sweet girl, they are numbered.”

“Do not say such things, now, Wizard’s Oath.”

“Yes, my amare, I will marry you, and love you, and worship you, and…”

He sheathed his body into hers, forgetting all speech, forgetting that this was possibly the most dangerous thing that he had ever committed to. Pumping in and out of her, her moans of pleasure pushing his body on, she convulsed around him, dragging her nails over his skin, drawing blood that was so welcomed by him, as she started to descend from her orgasm, he chuckled at her, “Been a long time, huh?”

“Shut your mouth, just fuck me…I want to feel it again.”

“Greedy little witch, aren’t you?”

She rolled him over and mounted him; taking her time to roll her hips in just a way that she new drove him wild. He bucked up against her body, reaching for the breasts that he had unleashed earlier, “you are beautiful when, something about the way your body glows during your orgasms. Yes, we will have to do this often.”

She smiled down at him, reached a hand behind her and grasped his balls, squeezing them with enough pressure that she knew it almost caused pain. She continued to ride him; up and down his long, thick shaft until she felt the pressure building in her again. The tingle of their motions started to hinder her movements, he rolled over atop her, pushed her knees towards her swinging breast and pumped harder and harder, she came with such force, he could no longer stand to hold back, erratic movements on his part and he was spilling his seed into her welcoming channel.

Throwing himself over onto his side of the bed, funny, was it still his side of the bed? She inched over and tucked her head under his arm. Tears began to fall onto his chest. Looking down at her he sought answers in her mind; feelings of joy and elation were there, but also relief, however, the most powerful emotion of all was love, and the hope that he returned her love. Leaning over to kiss her brow, he sent her his emotions, letting her know that he felt the same love for her as she did for him.

Smiling, she asked, “So, what do we tell Dumbledore?”

“Fuck” he replied, “did he not tell us that we were never again to speak to one another.”

“Yes, but that was after we burned Headquarters up with our fury.”

“Our fury, OUR FURY? You’re the one that set the draperies and walls on fire.”

“I was angry.”

“Remind me not to piss you off ever again, either that or put you face to face with the Dark Lord the next time you feel like hexing something or someone. If I had known you could do such erratic wandless magic, this war would have been over when you were 15.”

“Go to sleep, love. Tomorrow, we have to explain to all the people who love us that we are going against their wishes and getting married.”

“You mean the people that love you, they hate me.”

Hermione smiled. “I love you, that is all that matters. Plus, Harry and Ron like you; they are just scared shitless of you.”

“As they should be, as they should be.”



~finished