Charmed Chastity
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Charmed Chastity
Charmed Chastity
* Moste Potente Disclaymer *
Not mine. I merely desired to stick my hands up their butts and use them as my puppets. (That sounds worse than it actually is.) These lovely people belong to Rowling and her affiliates.
This is written for the Passionate Trousers challenge by Betz on WIKTT, and with the permission of the lovely Cassandra Claire, from whom the Passionate Trousers came.
* See Author’s note at the bottom for full details. *
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Hermione’s ample, milky breasts, threatening to burst the buttons of the white school shirt she wore, heaved in synchronicity with the sparking clash of steel-against-steel.
“Oh Sevvy,” she cried out, “Do be careful! AHHHHHH! I can’t bear to watch!” Hermione screamed and covered her large, amber, doe-like eyes.
As another clang rang out in the hall, the Dread Draco Malfoy chortled menacingly. “Then don’t. I wouldn’t want you to be scarred for life when I kill your lover - my mortal enemy, and whisk you away to my secret lair!”
At that, Hermione rallied a smidgen and continued calling out encouragements to her hero, the smashingly dark and brooding Severus Snape.
“You won’t let that happen, will you Pookie-Bear?”
Severus grunted as he deflected a particularly heavy blow. “Not if I can help it, my Heartstrings! I shall slay the dastardly Draco and then make love to you where you stand!”
Hermione waved a white kerchief in the direction of the fight, and continued to watch the two men trade blows, back and forth, to and fro.
Draco Malfoy’s silken platinum locks were cut short, so as not to provide a handhold for the enemy, and his grey eyes were fiercely piercing. He cut a graceful figure against the dungeon stones, with his wiry arms, well-shaped chest (which could be seen quite well as the only place his shirt was buttoned was where it was tucked into his pants), sculpted abdominal muscles, narrow waist, tight ass, and shapely legs.
Severus kept his black, shoulder-length hair tied back out of his way to prevent it getting tangled in things. His dashing good looks were very dark indeed. His coal-colored eyes oft left Hermione in a tiny sopping puddle in Severus’ strong sinewy arms, clinging to his broad chest - which had a small smattering of dark hairs on it - with one arm, and running her other hand over his smooth stomach (all of which was in plain-as-day view because he was shirtless, which was due to the fact that he had been in the middle of turning Hermione into the afore-mentioned tiny sopping puddle when the fight began), and then dropping it to his rounded ass before he could sweep her off her feet and carry her with his muscular legs to some handy couch, that she might recover.
“OWIE!” Severus roared with pain, “That hurt, you dastardly bastard! You gave me a boo-boo!” His sexy, lower lip jutted out in a petulant pout.
Draco smirked, “Evil, here.”
Severus shook his finger before putting it in his mouth. When she saw the blood, Hermione clapped the back of her hand to her forehead, and swooned.
“Fear not, my hapless Hermione,” Severus called as he made a mad dash, and caught her before she could hit the cold, hard floor, “I shall save you!”
Draco followed him, and immediately continued with the clashing and the clanging whilst Severus still clutched his love to his chest.
“Foul man that thou art!” Severus lunged forward at his opponent, causing Hermione’s feet to drag across the ground. “You would still fight me while I hold my Love!”
Draco rolled his eyes, “Tsk, tsk. Still evil incarnate here, remember?”
Severus swallowed his pride, “I ask a boon of you. Allow me to make her comfortable here on the floor, that we may continue our fight to the death without distraction.”
Draco nodded his head, and stepped back to allow the man some space. After all, he reasoned, it wouldn’t do to have the woman he intended to spirit away in poor health now, would it?
Severus gave Hermione a chaste kiss on her berry colored lips before he rose to dispose of his arch nemesis.
Both men studied the fair Hermione; her chestnut locks, her soft skin the color of fresh cream, her bountiful, nourishing globes, trim waist, and fine, nimble hands.
They swung at the same time, each hoping for the element of surprise. The sparks from their swords crackled and fizzled.
Severus feinted an overhead slash. When Draco moved his sword up to block it, the dark-haired man backtracked, and made a lightning-quick slice with his sword.
“Hahaha! You missed!” Draco made a lunge at Severus…
And promptly tripped, as his pants were around his ankles, and his belt was in pieces on the floor.
A few muffled titters came from the floor where Hermione had only pretended to faint, and was really watching the whole time.
Severus let out a hearty guffaw, before doubling over in laughter, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Your mommy still buys your undies!!!” Severus gasped through his laughter, “Did you ask her for Hippogriff’s specifically? Or did they come in a multi-pack? Really, what kind of villain are you?”
Draco’s face flushed red. He stood up, held his pants about his waist with one hand, and gripped his sword in the other.
Hermione couldn’t help it; as Draco fled from Hogwarts, tripping over his pants or his sword, they weren’t sure which, she called out gaily, “Don’t let the doorknob hit you where Hippogriff should’ve bit you!” She waved the white kerchief in a parting gesture.
Once their laughter died down, Severus and Hermione eyed each other lustfully.
“Oh, my handsome hero! You saved me from a fate worse than death! How can I ever thank you?”
Severus stood and helped Hermione to her feet. Her adoring, golden eyes gazed up at him, promising pleasures beyond his vast imagination.
He thrust her up against the wall roughly, and separated her legs with his knee. He leaned his lower body into hers to pin her there, and ripped her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.
“Why Hermione! I never knew your satiny breasts were so big!”
“Yes, well,” Hermione moved her hands to her skirt, which she proceeded to lift up, “I bet you never know I had this either!”
She revealed a pair of Chastity Panties; charmed only to open by whatever man she married.
Severus’ eyes popped out of his head. Getting down on bended knee, he said, “Dearest Hermione, you know I love thee. Will you marry me?”
“Oh yes,” Hermione shrieked, “I will marry you, I will! And then, not even Draco can tear us apart!”
Severus, flexing his biceps, swept his newly affianced fiancée up in his arms. He kissed her passionately, and carried her off to Dumbledore’s office, that the great wizard might perform their wedding ceremony, allowing Severus to, in effect, charm Hermione’s panties right off!
Meanwhile, just inside the Forbidden Forest, Draco seethed. “I’ll be back; just you wait! And next time, I’ll buy my own underwear!”
TBC… * evil laughter *
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A/N: This started as a one-shot, but methinks I will have to do another chapter to this, just to properly finish it off… but this seemed like a good place to rest.
This was written in the stylings of Cassandra Claire (albeit, I’m sure I deviated a lot from those stylings!), the author of the amazing Draco Veritas on Schnoogle. As previously stated, she is the one from hence those amazing Trousers spring… maybe we could trouble her for more of them.
For another one of these stories, go check out Passionate Potions on Ashwinder. It’s by Betz, the awesome writer for whom I used to beta.
Miss Claire, Betz, I’ll do my best to do those Trousers justice!
Also note: Draco being referred to as the “Dread Draco Malfoy” is homage to a lovely movie called ‘The Princess Bride’. I stole the mention of Hearstrings from the movie \'Matilda\'.
* Moste Potente Disclaymer *
Not mine. I merely desired to stick my hands up their butts and use them as my puppets. (That sounds worse than it actually is.) These lovely people belong to Rowling and her affiliates.
This is written for the Passionate Trousers challenge by Betz on WIKTT, and with the permission of the lovely Cassandra Claire, from whom the Passionate Trousers came.
* See Author’s note at the bottom for full details. *
*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*
Hermione’s ample, milky breasts, threatening to burst the buttons of the white school shirt she wore, heaved in synchronicity with the sparking clash of steel-against-steel.
“Oh Sevvy,” she cried out, “Do be careful! AHHHHHH! I can’t bear to watch!” Hermione screamed and covered her large, amber, doe-like eyes.
As another clang rang out in the hall, the Dread Draco Malfoy chortled menacingly. “Then don’t. I wouldn’t want you to be scarred for life when I kill your lover - my mortal enemy, and whisk you away to my secret lair!”
At that, Hermione rallied a smidgen and continued calling out encouragements to her hero, the smashingly dark and brooding Severus Snape.
“You won’t let that happen, will you Pookie-Bear?”
Severus grunted as he deflected a particularly heavy blow. “Not if I can help it, my Heartstrings! I shall slay the dastardly Draco and then make love to you where you stand!”
Hermione waved a white kerchief in the direction of the fight, and continued to watch the two men trade blows, back and forth, to and fro.
Draco Malfoy’s silken platinum locks were cut short, so as not to provide a handhold for the enemy, and his grey eyes were fiercely piercing. He cut a graceful figure against the dungeon stones, with his wiry arms, well-shaped chest (which could be seen quite well as the only place his shirt was buttoned was where it was tucked into his pants), sculpted abdominal muscles, narrow waist, tight ass, and shapely legs.
Severus kept his black, shoulder-length hair tied back out of his way to prevent it getting tangled in things. His dashing good looks were very dark indeed. His coal-colored eyes oft left Hermione in a tiny sopping puddle in Severus’ strong sinewy arms, clinging to his broad chest - which had a small smattering of dark hairs on it - with one arm, and running her other hand over his smooth stomach (all of which was in plain-as-day view because he was shirtless, which was due to the fact that he had been in the middle of turning Hermione into the afore-mentioned tiny sopping puddle when the fight began), and then dropping it to his rounded ass before he could sweep her off her feet and carry her with his muscular legs to some handy couch, that she might recover.
“OWIE!” Severus roared with pain, “That hurt, you dastardly bastard! You gave me a boo-boo!” His sexy, lower lip jutted out in a petulant pout.
Draco smirked, “Evil, here.”
Severus shook his finger before putting it in his mouth. When she saw the blood, Hermione clapped the back of her hand to her forehead, and swooned.
“Fear not, my hapless Hermione,” Severus called as he made a mad dash, and caught her before she could hit the cold, hard floor, “I shall save you!”
Draco followed him, and immediately continued with the clashing and the clanging whilst Severus still clutched his love to his chest.
“Foul man that thou art!” Severus lunged forward at his opponent, causing Hermione’s feet to drag across the ground. “You would still fight me while I hold my Love!”
Draco rolled his eyes, “Tsk, tsk. Still evil incarnate here, remember?”
Severus swallowed his pride, “I ask a boon of you. Allow me to make her comfortable here on the floor, that we may continue our fight to the death without distraction.”
Draco nodded his head, and stepped back to allow the man some space. After all, he reasoned, it wouldn’t do to have the woman he intended to spirit away in poor health now, would it?
Severus gave Hermione a chaste kiss on her berry colored lips before he rose to dispose of his arch nemesis.
Both men studied the fair Hermione; her chestnut locks, her soft skin the color of fresh cream, her bountiful, nourishing globes, trim waist, and fine, nimble hands.
They swung at the same time, each hoping for the element of surprise. The sparks from their swords crackled and fizzled.
Severus feinted an overhead slash. When Draco moved his sword up to block it, the dark-haired man backtracked, and made a lightning-quick slice with his sword.
“Hahaha! You missed!” Draco made a lunge at Severus…
And promptly tripped, as his pants were around his ankles, and his belt was in pieces on the floor.
A few muffled titters came from the floor where Hermione had only pretended to faint, and was really watching the whole time.
Severus let out a hearty guffaw, before doubling over in laughter, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Your mommy still buys your undies!!!” Severus gasped through his laughter, “Did you ask her for Hippogriff’s specifically? Or did they come in a multi-pack? Really, what kind of villain are you?”
Draco’s face flushed red. He stood up, held his pants about his waist with one hand, and gripped his sword in the other.
Hermione couldn’t help it; as Draco fled from Hogwarts, tripping over his pants or his sword, they weren’t sure which, she called out gaily, “Don’t let the doorknob hit you where Hippogriff should’ve bit you!” She waved the white kerchief in a parting gesture.
Once their laughter died down, Severus and Hermione eyed each other lustfully.
“Oh, my handsome hero! You saved me from a fate worse than death! How can I ever thank you?”
Severus stood and helped Hermione to her feet. Her adoring, golden eyes gazed up at him, promising pleasures beyond his vast imagination.
He thrust her up against the wall roughly, and separated her legs with his knee. He leaned his lower body into hers to pin her there, and ripped her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.
“Why Hermione! I never knew your satiny breasts were so big!”
“Yes, well,” Hermione moved her hands to her skirt, which she proceeded to lift up, “I bet you never know I had this either!”
She revealed a pair of Chastity Panties; charmed only to open by whatever man she married.
Severus’ eyes popped out of his head. Getting down on bended knee, he said, “Dearest Hermione, you know I love thee. Will you marry me?”
“Oh yes,” Hermione shrieked, “I will marry you, I will! And then, not even Draco can tear us apart!”
Severus, flexing his biceps, swept his newly affianced fiancée up in his arms. He kissed her passionately, and carried her off to Dumbledore’s office, that the great wizard might perform their wedding ceremony, allowing Severus to, in effect, charm Hermione’s panties right off!
Meanwhile, just inside the Forbidden Forest, Draco seethed. “I’ll be back; just you wait! And next time, I’ll buy my own underwear!”
TBC… * evil laughter *
*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*
A/N: This started as a one-shot, but methinks I will have to do another chapter to this, just to properly finish it off… but this seemed like a good place to rest.
This was written in the stylings of Cassandra Claire (albeit, I’m sure I deviated a lot from those stylings!), the author of the amazing Draco Veritas on Schnoogle. As previously stated, she is the one from hence those amazing Trousers spring… maybe we could trouble her for more of them.
For another one of these stories, go check out Passionate Potions on Ashwinder. It’s by Betz, the awesome writer for whom I used to beta.
Miss Claire, Betz, I’ll do my best to do those Trousers justice!
Also note: Draco being referred to as the “Dread Draco Malfoy” is homage to a lovely movie called ‘The Princess Bride’. I stole the mention of Hearstrings from the movie \'Matilda\'.