What Happens in War
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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6,419
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8
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What Happens in War
A/N: First Fict, most defiantly not grammar checked much, hope you enjoy it a little
“Hermione.” the urgent call his through the black damp walls of her prison. A male voice low and smooth, who would interrupt her silent captivity? The Death Eaters did not dare to visit, torture her, in case she got away in the futile gesture of kindness. Who were death eaters to be kind anyhow?
She crawled towards the sound, her eyes adjusting to his light, glaring from an old wand. Snape?
“I can save you.” Like hell he would save her, just like he saved Dumbledore. Snape entered her confines, the bars closing locked shut behind him, as he muttered a spell to set her limbs fully free. Another spell to ease the pain. He was about to mutter another spell as her body slammed into him, tackling him down to the cold limestone.
He easily flipped her weakened body under his, staring deeply into her eyes. He read her hurt, Dumbledore, that old bag.
“You know why I did it, and you know orders, do not play dumb Miss Granger.”
She started to shriek, his hand lifted slapping her swiftly across the face. She silenced still struggling under his strong hold, tears filling her emotional brown eyes.
“I know its bad Hermione but I know I can make this better.” He said it, not as angry as she would have initially determined but in a soft voice, anticipating something. Something like the kiss of her cheek where he had just hit her.
She froze as the kisses traveled, down her jaw, up to her pout lips. He found them pressed back with such force, her tongue battling him as much as it had just tried to do in speech. Muttered murmurs as he quickly tore away to spell away their clothing. A gasp to feel her wet center arch up to his waiting cock.
Snape wondered what she had been doing, imaging in her free time in this dungeon as he quickly slipped into her awaiting body. She slithered against the rough floor as he furiously pumped, unable to control his own pace. He was driven by her young body so willingly open to his unvoiced scheme. He could feel as she came her muscles clenching and pulling his cock to release its seed into her womb. He was not one to argue his lean body stretched straight so his cock could get deep into her, this defining moment lasting into a lifetime.
Shakily standing and spelling their clothing back on, Snape looked down at his ex-student.
“I meant to tell you, that if I was to save you would have to become my child’s mother. Oddly enough I think your need for carnal pleasure has already assured that you are,” Hermione gasped as her pressed a hand to her trim tummy, “With child.”
…
God damn that man!
…
Three weeks latter Voldemort was defeated, the war quickly coming to end after that. Hermione’s custody by the death eaters did not lastbut what was a few moments in war. Yet all anyone seemed to notice was how the noble and honorific Snape hadbeen saving her from a certain death.
Certain death her ass. She could have made it three more weeks, she wasn’t some stupid young thing needed to saved. But, no, instead she was 37 weeks pregnant the with belly as big as a beach ball full of his child. Oh and she wanted his cock too, the pregnancy making her hornier then ever.
It disgusted her to think she was the first one of her class to become pregnant and all by the hands of this two sided man. Snape had managed to kill the most influential figure on their side, and miraculously save his ass by saving them all from definite failure.
Hermione rubbed her belly glancing at the floor wishing she could see her feet. Or that her breasts didn’t feel so tender. Or that Snape would come home to… oh there he is.
The front door to the Snape manor had just been slammed shut. Hermione tried desperately to lift herself off of the sofa to greet him, straining under her weight. Preoccupied, his presence looking into the living room startled her. He was chucking at her attempt.
“You bastard.” Hermione growled at him.
“I wouldn’t talk that way my little bitch.” Snape sauntered over to her and pulled her up effortlessly. Looking down at Hermione he lifted her shirt over her head and caressed her fat stomach. Pressing his lips to hers she moaned, almost immediately at the brief sensual contact. She cursed herself at the smug smile of his pressed to her lips.
Releasing her now ample breasts from their constraints, Snape suckled them enjoying his power over his favored whore. She waited for him at his him, her cunt always wet and waiting. Pregnancy suited the girl quite well, though she herself did not think so. At one point in time, oh a week or so ago she had declared herself “Ruined by his semen, now never being able to accomplish anything in the best years life.” She had instead “become an oversized pig, a mistake for a human being that had once scored the highest NEWT scores of all time.”
“Second highest,” Snape reminded her, she purposely had ignored his own NEWT scores. “And your fertile rich body deems these best years of your life like this. You are meant to have your delicate form bent backward waddling from that life growing inside of you. You are a woman Hermione, it is what you are supposed to do, and anyone with your NEWT scores would figure that is what Mother Nature had in store for you.”
“Except you impregnated me to ‘Save’ me from the death eaters, I...”
“Hermione, I did not place a conception spell on you, your body naturally excepted my seed on the our first…”
“Then why would you for certain tell me that I would be pregnant?” Hermione stared at him, fearful of her own fertility and its repercussions.
“I was willing to try again.”
Brought back to the present Hermione’s stiff nipple was being pulled away from him as he quickly did away with her panties.
“The doctor said sex might induce labor at this stage.” Hermione groaned under his fingers ministrations. Snape continued his smug smile as he let his hard long cock free of its constraints.
“I think we will be safe.” Hermione gasped as he took the fingers dipped from her pussy and pushed the wetness into her asshole. This was new, she could feel him as he pushed her down to the ground, he had spelled it to become soft, and positioned himself. Only this time he would not enter her entrance, but, she squealed he filled her up her behind. She felt her pussy clench at the nothingness inside of it and the new sensation of his length filling her in a completely different way came over her.
Pushing and pulling, in and out, she hit her belly on the carpet at the force he was no constraining in his sexual ministration. Yes she was enjoying this, his groans uttered directly into her ears. If not for that, her own moaning screeches would have covered them up. Sweet Merlin he was so good, and so bad, and she slammed her eyes shut as her empty pussy came hard and fast the stars behind her eyes, barley registering the warm gush of semen filling up her cavity.
Snape pulled out of her she rolled over on the soft floor, exhausted under her great bump. She touched it gingerly contemplating if her pregnancy might actually be worth it for his mind blowing sex. Snape curled up and pressed a chaste kiss to her belly. Oh yes, she would defiantly bear a few more of his children for this.
“Hermione.” the urgent call his through the black damp walls of her prison. A male voice low and smooth, who would interrupt her silent captivity? The Death Eaters did not dare to visit, torture her, in case she got away in the futile gesture of kindness. Who were death eaters to be kind anyhow?
She crawled towards the sound, her eyes adjusting to his light, glaring from an old wand. Snape?
“I can save you.” Like hell he would save her, just like he saved Dumbledore. Snape entered her confines, the bars closing locked shut behind him, as he muttered a spell to set her limbs fully free. Another spell to ease the pain. He was about to mutter another spell as her body slammed into him, tackling him down to the cold limestone.
He easily flipped her weakened body under his, staring deeply into her eyes. He read her hurt, Dumbledore, that old bag.
“You know why I did it, and you know orders, do not play dumb Miss Granger.”
She started to shriek, his hand lifted slapping her swiftly across the face. She silenced still struggling under his strong hold, tears filling her emotional brown eyes.
“I know its bad Hermione but I know I can make this better.” He said it, not as angry as she would have initially determined but in a soft voice, anticipating something. Something like the kiss of her cheek where he had just hit her.
She froze as the kisses traveled, down her jaw, up to her pout lips. He found them pressed back with such force, her tongue battling him as much as it had just tried to do in speech. Muttered murmurs as he quickly tore away to spell away their clothing. A gasp to feel her wet center arch up to his waiting cock.
Snape wondered what she had been doing, imaging in her free time in this dungeon as he quickly slipped into her awaiting body. She slithered against the rough floor as he furiously pumped, unable to control his own pace. He was driven by her young body so willingly open to his unvoiced scheme. He could feel as she came her muscles clenching and pulling his cock to release its seed into her womb. He was not one to argue his lean body stretched straight so his cock could get deep into her, this defining moment lasting into a lifetime.
Shakily standing and spelling their clothing back on, Snape looked down at his ex-student.
“I meant to tell you, that if I was to save you would have to become my child’s mother. Oddly enough I think your need for carnal pleasure has already assured that you are,” Hermione gasped as her pressed a hand to her trim tummy, “With child.”
…
God damn that man!
…
Three weeks latter Voldemort was defeated, the war quickly coming to end after that. Hermione’s custody by the death eaters did not lastbut what was a few moments in war. Yet all anyone seemed to notice was how the noble and honorific Snape hadbeen saving her from a certain death.
Certain death her ass. She could have made it three more weeks, she wasn’t some stupid young thing needed to saved. But, no, instead she was 37 weeks pregnant the with belly as big as a beach ball full of his child. Oh and she wanted his cock too, the pregnancy making her hornier then ever.
It disgusted her to think she was the first one of her class to become pregnant and all by the hands of this two sided man. Snape had managed to kill the most influential figure on their side, and miraculously save his ass by saving them all from definite failure.
Hermione rubbed her belly glancing at the floor wishing she could see her feet. Or that her breasts didn’t feel so tender. Or that Snape would come home to… oh there he is.
The front door to the Snape manor had just been slammed shut. Hermione tried desperately to lift herself off of the sofa to greet him, straining under her weight. Preoccupied, his presence looking into the living room startled her. He was chucking at her attempt.
“You bastard.” Hermione growled at him.
“I wouldn’t talk that way my little bitch.” Snape sauntered over to her and pulled her up effortlessly. Looking down at Hermione he lifted her shirt over her head and caressed her fat stomach. Pressing his lips to hers she moaned, almost immediately at the brief sensual contact. She cursed herself at the smug smile of his pressed to her lips.
Releasing her now ample breasts from their constraints, Snape suckled them enjoying his power over his favored whore. She waited for him at his him, her cunt always wet and waiting. Pregnancy suited the girl quite well, though she herself did not think so. At one point in time, oh a week or so ago she had declared herself “Ruined by his semen, now never being able to accomplish anything in the best years life.” She had instead “become an oversized pig, a mistake for a human being that had once scored the highest NEWT scores of all time.”
“Second highest,” Snape reminded her, she purposely had ignored his own NEWT scores. “And your fertile rich body deems these best years of your life like this. You are meant to have your delicate form bent backward waddling from that life growing inside of you. You are a woman Hermione, it is what you are supposed to do, and anyone with your NEWT scores would figure that is what Mother Nature had in store for you.”
“Except you impregnated me to ‘Save’ me from the death eaters, I...”
“Hermione, I did not place a conception spell on you, your body naturally excepted my seed on the our first…”
“Then why would you for certain tell me that I would be pregnant?” Hermione stared at him, fearful of her own fertility and its repercussions.
“I was willing to try again.”
Brought back to the present Hermione’s stiff nipple was being pulled away from him as he quickly did away with her panties.
“The doctor said sex might induce labor at this stage.” Hermione groaned under his fingers ministrations. Snape continued his smug smile as he let his hard long cock free of its constraints.
“I think we will be safe.” Hermione gasped as he took the fingers dipped from her pussy and pushed the wetness into her asshole. This was new, she could feel him as he pushed her down to the ground, he had spelled it to become soft, and positioned himself. Only this time he would not enter her entrance, but, she squealed he filled her up her behind. She felt her pussy clench at the nothingness inside of it and the new sensation of his length filling her in a completely different way came over her.
Pushing and pulling, in and out, she hit her belly on the carpet at the force he was no constraining in his sexual ministration. Yes she was enjoying this, his groans uttered directly into her ears. If not for that, her own moaning screeches would have covered them up. Sweet Merlin he was so good, and so bad, and she slammed her eyes shut as her empty pussy came hard and fast the stars behind her eyes, barley registering the warm gush of semen filling up her cavity.
Snape pulled out of her she rolled over on the soft floor, exhausted under her great bump. She touched it gingerly contemplating if her pregnancy might actually be worth it for his mind blowing sex. Snape curled up and pressed a chaste kiss to her belly. Oh yes, she would defiantly bear a few more of his children for this.