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The Morning
After

Chapter
Twelve � Hermione gets all tied up

Author:
Queen Celestia

Disclaimer:
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It turned out Hermione did indeed have a dildo,
crammed unused in its box in the far corner of her underwear drawer.

It was one of those rather ugly truths that
unexpectedly rear their ugly heads and roar at you, Severus thought as he
looked at the rather impressive dildo.

When had she gotten this?� She certainly hadn�t used it, judging by the
packaging�and due to her packaging
the night he had taken her.

Wasn�t he satisfying her?� No, she had given him Witch�s Relief because she was being oversexed, according to her.

Severus smirked.�
Poor Hermione, she didn�t yet realize that her body had gotten rather
used to the constant sex.

By the time the week was over she�d be trembling with
need.

For him.

Ah�he eyed the dildo speculatively, and he would get
the mystery of this dildo solved as well.

Perhaps he�d use it�

A lascivious grin across his face, Severus began his
plan for Hermione.

It would certainly be a night to remember.

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It seemed Hermione had missed the one class in Charms,
one class she shouldn�t have. A pile of notes later, along with the assignment,
Hermione finally staggered her way to the library to take up doing her homework
� she was in such a mess sleeping through all of this homework time! She
scowled and shifted in her seat before applying her full attention to her
workload.

She had gotten through quite a lot of her homework
before she had to return to the Dungeon Dormitory.

Entering the rooms, the first thing she noticed was
that Severus was still mincing as he walked.

She watched, transfixed, as he minced his way to his
bookshelf and put a book back before withdrawing another book and minced his
way along to the green couch.

A weird feeling came upon her.� She let out a soft sigh as she placed her
books down and walked over towards him.

�Severus?�

He glanced up towards her.

�Are your feet hurting you?�

His lip curled.�
�What do you think?�

�They hurt then.�

She sat down beside him, increasingly annoying him
with her staring.

�Why don�t you take a pain potion?�

He looked at her with contempt, �Because I believe that
it is best to live through some pain.�

�Ah.� She still continued to stare at him. He could
feel her eyes burning into his head.

Frustrated, he looked up.� �Is there something you want, Madam Snape?�

She had that thinking expression on her face.� She stood up and purposefully made her way to
the bathroom.

A moment later she had returned with a basin, a towel
and what appeared to be a pumice stone. She set the basin down in front of him
before pointing her wand at it, and hot bubbly water poured from the tip into
the basin.

�Take off your socks.�

�What?�

�Take off your socks, Severus.�

He obeyed, not sure if he should actually obey, but
she had that steely glint of determination in her eye that meant he better do
as she commanded.

She rolled up his pant legs and then placed his feet
into the hot steamy water.� Gently, she
began to massage them.

It felt like heaven to Severus.� He leaned back and let out a groan as all of
the hurting tension seemed to drift away from his feet by her gentle
ministrations.

They remained like that for several moments before
Hermione broke the silence.

�You know, you should really moisturize�your feet are
practically shoes themselves, what with all the hardened skin on the bottom.�
she started to rub the pumice stone against the sole of his foot.

�Moisturizing is for women.� he replied.

Scowling she sniped, �I don�t want to be stuck with
some scaly husband, thank you very much. You are going to moisturize. And why
is your hair so greasy? The right shampoo should take care of that.�

�Hmph.
Obviously because I do not care as much about my appearance as you do.�

�Well that is going to change, Severus.� she replied,
switching to the other foot.

�I told you from the start that I don�t want you domineering my life, Hermione,� he replied softly, an angry
edge to his voice.

�I�m not domineering you,
Severus; I�m just making you more hygienic.�

�Hermione, I am hygienic.�

Putting his foot down, she ran her soapy finger down
his leg. �Right�hence your crocodile legs. Severus, I
am going to get you to moisturize!�

�Next you�ll be telling me to shave,� he muttered.

A thoughtful look came across her face.� �You know, that isn�t such a bad idea.�

He scowled at her, and she smiled cheekily.� �What, don�t like
the idea of being smooth and soft?�

�Men are supposed to be rough and hard.�

Hermione�s voice dropped to a suggestive purr.� �Did it ever occur to you that I might be a
lesbian?�

Severus snorted.�
�Pretty funny lesbian, acting out her lusts on a
male.�

�Well you started it, being all�suggestive.�

�Hermione, I am able to tell if a woman is turned on
or not. The moment you stepped into my office, the sexual tension was
palpable.�

Hermione continued running her soapy hands on his leg
thoughtfully. �You know, Severus, I�m determined to have you moisturize�even if
it means I have to strap you down to a bed and do it myself.�

Sighing, Severus placed his hands over hers. He looked
at her for a moment before his eyes seemed to take that evil glint into them.

�Only if you let me moisturize you.�
His voice was a decided purr, the type of purr a tiger makes before eating its
prey.

She was drawn to look up at him; she kept trying to
focus on his pale hands overlapping hers, but was a doomed project from the
beginning.

�Alright, if that is what it�s going to take to de-scaleify you.�

He released her hands.

�Go to bed,� came his abrupt
response.

�What?�

�It�s a school night. You should go to bed.�

�Well it is eleven�� She moved the basin and set his
feet on the towel. �You can finish up then, since you�re so adamant on sending
me to bed.�

Standing up, she wiped her hands on her robes and
waggled her ass at him before marching off towards the bedroom.

He leaned back into the couch.� That had been close!

It was when she slowly looked up at him�he was reminded
of just how young she was, and how innocent she was in so many ways.

He had almost been tempted to express some sort of
snarky affection, which could prove to be disastrous. As far as Voldemort was
concerned, she was just his Mudblood whore that Albus had given him to try to
�convince� him to stay on the side of light.�
If she was seen getting too close to him, or if he were seen giving her
any affection, it could prove disastrous�although he could cover it up as his
acting ability as a spy.

Hmmm.

This required some thought.

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Hermione examined the red potion before drinking some
of it down. Madam Pomfrey said that a gulp should do, to get rid of cramps. She
grimaced�it tasted like slightly off cherries.

She put the vial into her school bag in case she
needed some more, and headed for her first class.

Fifteen minutes later, sitting in her Ancient Runes
class, Hermione was hit with her worst cramp yet.

Wasn�t the
menstrual potion supposed to have kicked in by now? she thought grumpily. Even
Muggle pain pills work faster than what Pomfrey has given me.

By the end of class, it felt as if she had very bad
gas�as well as having leeches attached to her intestines sucking her life blood
from her.

She drank more of the potion and walked towards her
Transfiguration class, willing them away. Halfway there she had to lean against
the wall, her jaw clenched at the pain. Her cramps had never been this bad
before. What had happened? Maybe the contraception potion Snape had given her was reacting to the menstrual pain killer Madam Pomfrey had
given her.

Gods, she felt like shit.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione turned her footsteps
towards the DADA classroom. She was NOT going to sit through Transfiguration
wishing for her death to come upon her � or a hot water bottle to be placed
upon her tummy [which� ever came first].

Biting her lip to try to distract herself from pain,
Hermione found herself outside the DADA classroom. She raised her hand and
knocked.

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�

He had been relaxing in his chair, getting ready to
enjoy his free period in a bit of plotting�or as he really should be doing,
marking some of his fifth year essays on vampires�when the knock had come.

Scowling, he approached the door. What idiot would be
disturbing him at this point?

Getting ready to give whoever it was the longest
lecture of their life, he opened the door.

His outer appearance remained as it usually was � dark
and surly. Only inwardly did he register surprise.

�What is it, Madam Snape? You look like shit.�

�Oh good observation,� she replied sarcastically.
�Maybe it�s because I feel like shit? Oh dear, sorry, Professor.�

�Well, what is it that you want?�

�Must we do this with me still in the hall?�

Growling, he stepped aside, and she entered his dark
classroom.

Turning, she looked at him, �Is there any side effects
of the contraceptive potion that you forgot to tell me Severus?�

He closed the door, before he turned, scowl still in
place. �No. Why?�

�Because the menstrual pain reliever
is NOT working, and I feel as if I am about to die.�
Hermione replied snarkily.

Frowning, he stood there a moment, seemingly to drink
her in.� He smirked.� �Perhaps this should call for a celebratory
picture? �It�s because you�re actually pregnant,
silly girl.�

�WHAT?!� she shrieked, the expression in her eyes
becoming manic, �I�m not even graduated! I can�t be pregnant Severus! Plus I
thought your potions didn�t fail!�

He quirked an eyebrow at her.
�It�s possible I have exceptionally hardy sperm.�

Her anger seemed to be overriding the pain.� She stood there seething at him. �Well if I
am bloody pregnant then you�re the one stuck raising it! I�m going to finish my
education!�

�You would entrust me to raise our child?�

She cringed.� �Fine. I�d get my parents to raise it, until I�m done.�

�Such faith you show in me,� he replied silkily.

In return, she just glared at him.

His steps were even and deliberate as he walked
towards her. �Show me the potion Madam Pomfrey gave you,� he said softly.

Eyes still angry, she took out the half empty vial.

Deftly taking it from her grasp, he looked at the
bottle and frowned before opening it and sniffing it.

��That fool!� He hissed.

Turning on his heel, he made for the fireplace and
tossed in some floo powder into the small fire.� He turned to her.� �If you want to feel better you can follow
me.� Stepping into the green flames, he shouted, �Infirmary!�

Growling, she did the same, and felt even worse as she
stumbled out of the fireplace. The pain seemed too much, and she was very
dizzy.

Strong arms caught her before she collapsed onto the
floor.

Regaining balance, she realized that it had been
Severus who had caught her.� She gently
pressed her hands against his chest, trying to push herself away. His grip
seemed to tighten momentarily before he released her.

Madam Pomfrey was standing before them, tutting, and looking at Hermione with abject concern.

�Dear, didn�t you take the menstrual potion I gave
you?� she exclaimed, bustling over, and taking Hermione by the arm.

�She did,� Severus cut in curtly, showing the bottle
to Madam Pomfrey. �May I ask who brewed this abominable elixir?�

�Professor Slughorn, of course, since he�s now the
Potions Master,� she replied absently, forcing Hermione to sit on a bed.

�Get him here,
now.�

Madam Pomfrey cast Severus a surprised look at his
rather authorative demand, but maybe he had a reason.
�Of course.�

Hermione sat there, holding her sides.� Gods, Severus said she was pregnant. Was she?
Her heart felt like stone. What if she was? How was she supposed to leave the Wizarding world after all? Well�.No. She still will. A
child might be extra labour, but that didn�t mean she
was going to be forced to stick with Professor Snape for her entire life.

Moments later, a rather concerned
Professor Slughorn flooed into the infirmary. �Yes, Poppy? I have a class going on��

It wasn�t Poppy that answered. �Horace, can you tell
me what, precisely, is wrong with this potion?� came the silky tones of
Professor Snape, as he held out the vial to him.

Professor Slughorn took the vial, paling as he sniffed
and inspected it. �It�s missing the salicin.�

�And you do realize the effects of this potion if the salicin is not added?� Snape hissed, a manic gleam seeming
to enter his eyes.

Slughorn seemed to pale even more. �Yes, yes of
course!�

�Then why is Poppy handing
out this potion to students, Horace?�

Horace gulped.� � I � I didn�t think to check?�

�Look at my wife, Horace.�

Slughorn turned his head to look at Hermione.� She had been paying half of her attention to
the proceedings happening around her, but had been more focused at the pain
seemingly intent on eating her insides.

�Oh, my,� was all he seemed able to say.

�I hope I do not run into this laxness again, Horace,
or else I would feel that it is my duty to take upon making the potions Poppy
requires.�

�Yes�yes of course.�

�I suggest you get back to your classroom. No doubt
it�s been burnt down to a crisp with you gone for so long.�

�Yes,� was the reply, before Slughorn practically apparated through the floo network.

There was a silence in the hospital ward after
that�Poppy was fidgeting on the outskirts, quite keen
to cure Hermione, but the look Snape had given her was enough to keep her away.

Hermione was feeling dizzy again. �Severus?�

His look became more focused, as if returning from
deep thought. He strode over to her, removing a small vial from his robes. �Drink.�

Obediently she did as told, and felt an immediate rush
of relief work it�s way through her body, she felt as if
she was being born again.

She sat there, getting back her grip on reality, and
flashed him a grateful smile. �Thank you.�

He snorted in reply and took out a parchment, writing
something upon it. �Here, go to class.�

Sliding off the bed, she reached out to take it.� He held onto it as he leaned towards her and
murmured into her ear, �And by the way, you aren�t pregnant.�

Smirking, he watched as she stomped out of the
infirmary, obviously cured of what had ailed her.

Then his black eyes turned onto Poppy.

�Let me see your potion stores.�

It was only later that Hermione realized Snape had
been trying to joke with her.

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�She was late
for Transfiguration, but the note Severus had given her gave a brief
explanation of why she had been late � and Professor McGonagall did not pursue
any punishment. Harry and Ron, on the other hand, were being extra annoying at
trying to pry the information out of her.

Finally, she turned to them and muttered, �It had
something to do with menstruation.�

They didn�t bother her again after that.

It was halfway through the week, started by the Witches Relief potion, when �The
Incident� happened.�

It was around eight o�clock; Hermione had just left
the library to take a walk about the school when she noticed someone ahead of
her.

Usually, Hermione would have just changed direction
and left the other student alone�except the way they were walking�as if the
entire world weighed upon them�caught her attention.

Cautiously, she began trailing the student.� The person turned out to be none other than
Draco Malfoy, to Hermione�s great surprise. Sure he may be her enemy�but that
didn�t mean Hermione wanted her enemy to look so miserable, not to mention ill.

For a moment, she lost site of him as he turned a
corner.� Worried that she might lose him,
she followed, only to find a hand covering her mouth as he pulled her roughly
into a crevice. Her wide eyes stared into the cold blue ones of Malfoy.�

�You think I wouldn�t know you were following me,
Mudblood?� he hissed, pinning her to the wall, his hand still over her mouth.

In response, she narrowed her eyes and remained
still.� Being with Severus had taught her
a few things, such as not to struggle�it usually only made things worse.

Seeming to realize that she couldn�t answer with his
hand over her mouth, Draco removed it and glared at her.

�What do you have to say, Mudblood?�

�You look like shit.�

Draco hissed and tightened his grip on her shoulders. �How dare you say that to me!?�

�You�re only reacting because it�s true�Draco.�

He hit her and shoved her body against the wall with
his own.� �How dare you
say my first name, you filthy Mudblood?�

�Well�I was just giving you an opening�Malfoy. I mean,
wouldn�t it be awkward for you to call me Snape?� Hermione taunted.

Draco ground himself into her. �Stop it, you Mudblood
whore!�

Hermione glared at him, �Stop looking like shit, you
wannabe Death Eater!�

Draco released her, his eyes spelling hate.� He unconsciously rubbed his left forearm as he
spat, �Who says �wannabe�? And why the hell do you care?�

Pushing herself forward, still facing Draco, Hermione
replied, �Maybe I just care if my enemies are looking like shit, Draco.
Hagrid�s Hippogriffs, you need to at least eat something!�

Draco scowled at her.

Her expression softened, �And I want you to know that
if you ever need help, I�m here.�

�Why on earth would I need
help, Mudblood?�

�Because you don�t have any
intellectual equals to talk with? I hope you
aren�t going to tell me that Crabbe and Goyle are secretly great
elocutionists.�

Draco�s mouth twitched in what could almost be a
smile, but it was too quick to be sure.

�Fuck off,� was his only reply before stalking away
from her. Hermione stared after him.

Was he really a Death Eater? Well at least no one had
seen any of it.� Her mind at ease on that
fact, Hermione decided to go back to the library. She still had some time left.

She had been wrong in thinking no one had witnessed
it.

Severus leaned back in his swivel chair,
brooding.� He had stumbled upon Draco
pressed up against someone.� On closer
inspection, it had been his wife.

Gritting his teeth, Severus reigned in his
temper.� It looked as if she were
enjoying Draco�s attentions, and he wanted to rip him off her�show Hermione who
she should be giving those attentions to. But no�to add to his frustration, he
was still on that damned erectile dysfunction potion.� He couldn�t interrupt, unless he wanted to
evoke the closer inspection of the Dark Lord.�
It was true, when Severus came to tell Him about the wedding, that he
had referred to Hermione as his �Mudblood whore,� and if he was seen protecting
her it would show that he did indeed have some sort of� vested interest in her.

He had quickly left the scene, and he had no doubt
Hermione was giving the blasted Malfoy heir a blowjob even as he sat there.

His eyes narrowed.�
He certainly remembered her lame reason for giving Weasley blowjobs.

Well, if she liked it rough he�d give it to her
rough�once this damned erectile dysfunction potion wore off.

He smirked. He�d scare her shitless, as well as get
some of his own back.

For the rest of the week, Severus was rather distant
from Hermione. Hermione put it down to that fact that he couldn�t fuck her and
left it at that.

In fact, the only bright spot in her week was when her
period finished.� But then, the bright
spot sputtered and went out as she realized that she was closer to the day that
Severus got back the use of his fuck weapon.

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Snape was looking rather warily at his breakfast glass
of pumpkin juice; he sniffed it, casting a non verbal spell on it to see if it
had been tampered with. He did not want to have his day ruined by Hermione
giving him another Witches Relief
potion. Satisfied that it had not been drugged�or in this case, �potioned��Severus took a swig and glanced contentedly about
the room.�� A smirk played about his
mouth as he thought of the plan he had laid out as a sweet unit of revenge.

Madam Snape had no idea of what she was going to walk
into tonight.

In life, it seems when unfortunate things are about to
happen, they always seem to occur at the worst time and place possible. It
sometimes feels as if the cosmic fates have decided to stop a moment in their
busy day�to have a good, hard, long laugh at you.

This was certainly running through Professor Snape�s
mind as he stopped mid lecture.� The most
excruciating erection suddenly hit him; it was as if someone had decided to
punch him in the solar plexus.

Of course, he had been in the middle of a lecture�about
Grindylows, to a class of Gryffindor students�when it had hit him.

It was a sudden surging, as if all of his blood had
taken on a mind of its own and, like a tidal wave of fury, swung down into his
loins in a killer of an erection.

He paused in his lecture and winced horribly due to
the intensity of his erection.� His first
thought had been, �Where is that bloody wife when I
need her?� followed by, �I need to drag her out of class and pound her against
the wall for the entire world to see. School rules be
damned.�

His class had noticed the sudden silence, as well as
the wince. Severus had had the forethought to make his robes extra billowy; so
in the event that he did get an
unexpected erection, it wouldn�t be there for all to
see.

The class sat with baited breath � �maybe he was
suffering a heart attack and die,� was most of the mutual consent for the
hopefuls. Those who were more pessimistic had a feeling it was closer to
indigestion than anything.

After about a minute of full silence, Severus, his voice
a bit hoarse, quickly finished off his lecture.�
He assigned a five foot in-class essay, quickly hobbled to his office
and rummaged through his potions stores. Surely, he must have something to stamp out this killer
erection.

When he had found it, he quickly drank the potion and
sighed in relief as it worked its magic.

Silently, he entered his classroom and was satisfied
by how quietly everyone was working on their in-class essay.

He would be surprised if anyone actually managed to
meet the five foot criteria.

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Hermione had been on edge all day.� She knew that the Witches Relief was supposed to wear out, and she had a suspicion of
what might happen the moment it wore out, so she had been worried about being
jumped upon in the halls. But no, nothing had happened.

She settled into dinner, feeling even more edgy.� Severus had been rather quiet as of late, and
had seemed to have some aura of superior smugness radiating around him; if
nothing had happened yet, something was bound to happen soon.

Sitting down, she looked to see what was for
dinner.� Apparently, it was roast
lamb�with all the trimmings.� She tucked
in, trying to quell the apprehensive feeling swirling about in her belly, when
something caught her attention. It was a terrified first year Hufflepuff that
had gotten her attention.

�P-please, Madam Snape miss; here is a note from the
P-professor!�� And with that, the first
year shoved a piece of parchment into her hands and ran away as if his life
depended upon it.

Her gaze was drawn up to the staff table and was
arrested for a moment by his black gaze. She then looked away, her interest
fully into the parchment.

Harry, Ron, Ginny, and a fearful Neville looked on as
Hermione opened the parchment. Her expression remained neutral; the only thing
she did was give a glance back up at the staff table.

It was Harry who took the initiative. �Hermione? What�s the note about?�

She glanced up at them, not very surprised that they
would be interested on what the terrified first year had to deliver. �Oh. I
can�t study with you guys tonight. Sorry.�

�Hermione!�
Ron exclaimed, �You promised! You know this is our only night off of Quidditch
practice!�

Hermione scowled, �Well, go tell that to Professor
Snape.�

Her friends paled.

�What does the note say, Hermione?� Ginny pressed.

�None of your business,� came her nonchalant
reply.� She couldn�t really tell her
friends that it wasn�t what the note said, but what it implied that sent little
thrills throughout her body.

Getting irritated by her friends� constant probing,
she quickly finished up her meal and left the Great Hall, feeling his gaze
following her.

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H.S.

Be in the
rooms at 6:30 pm sharp. If you disobey my orders, I will hunt you down.

S.S.

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Entering the Dungeon Dormitory, Hermione placed her
bag on the table and glanced around. Hmm�where was he?

A cold draft caught her attention and, turning, she
noticed a small entrance way that she had never noticed before.� Going forward to inspect it, she noticed that
it had been hidden by the book case�in other words, a sort of secret entrance
way.

She paused, not sure if she should enter, but then
rationalized that Severus probably left it open so
that she would. He was not a careless man.

Entering, she was struck by the ominous sound of the
door behind her sliding shut with a grating noise.

Great, now she was trapped here in a stone corridor�

Placing her hand upon the wall, she followed the slope
downwards.

Torches flared intermittently, lighting the passage
for a few seconds before plunging her in darkness again. The passage really
wasn�t that long, but when one does not know how long a journey originally
takes, it seems to take longer than it really is.

She saw flickering lights ahead in the passage, and
noticed that it descended into three steps which led to a simple stone room.

The torches on the wall created a sinister ambience of
shadow and light play, and she felt apprehension grip her belly.

�Severus?�� She
glanced around the room, walking towards the center.

Suddenly, with a dull clinking, she felt her wrists
and ankles become bound in thick steel bonds, attached to the ceiling and
floor.� Her feet dangled an inch off the
ground. She gasped in surprise and struggled against the bonds.

His steps resonated in the stone room, his boot heels
clicking menacingly.

Hermione tried twisting her head to get a view of him,
but he was directly behind her.

�Severus?�

The chains clinked and hoisted her up higher.� A black leather gloved hand wrapped around
her mouth.

�Shhh.�

She struggled and tried to bite him.� When he removed his hand, she asked,
�Severus? What are you doing?�

In response, he just walked around her, his boot heels
clicking ominously.

She watched his dark form come into view, his hair
hanging in lank greasy sheets, hiding his face from direct view.� He lifted his face up towards her, his lips
curled into a snarl, his face covered by a half mask. The blackness of the
mask, his hair, his robes, his gloves, contrasted starkly with the deathly
pallor of his complexion.

The shadows moved eerily across him, and she could see
the cruel glittering of his black eyes.

His look seemed to wash over her in a black wave,
causing her heart to speed up.

He cocked his head at her, walking towards her.� His gloved hand stroked her cheek
speculatively.� The chains held her close
to eye level with him.

Gods, it had been so long since she had been laid�she
fought back her bodies natural response to lean into
his touch.

He stroked her cheek with one finger, teasingly
trailing it down her neck, before withdrawing.

�You have been very naughty, Hermione,� his voice was
a low purr, causing her tummy to clench in unexpected anticipation.

He drew away, walking around her, and then stopped as
he leaned in. �I do hope you realize that what you have done requires drastic�.
punishment.�

Her breathing seemed to speed up.� She tried to calm it. There was no way that
she was going to let him know that she was actually enjoying this twisted set up.

She could hear him clicking away from her, and then he
silently came back.

His hand seemed to trail across her body, giving it
brief touches.� Deftly he untied her
school tie and tossed it onto the floor.

�You certainly know what to wear to piss me off,
witch.�

�W-wear?�

His hand sharply hit her ass. �Gryffindor
colours.�

She glared at him, when in reality she wanted to
submit to him.

No, no�she mustn�t break down to his twisted little
game!

�Well, sir, those are my house colours.�

He flicked his hand and her robes piled neatly into
the corner, leaving her hanging there in her school uniform.

She could discern that he had something heavy in his
hand, but couldn�t make out what it was.

�In the old laws, there was a clause in which the wife
would become part of the husband�s house after marriage.� So if we were to follow that law�� he paused,
his slow circling of her making her nervous, �You would be Slytherin, my dear.�

Without warning, his hand snaked out and grabbed her
blouse, across her house crest.� He tore
at it, ripping her blouse partially off of her.

He held the crest in front of her, his eyes speaking
the contempt he was feeling, before he drew up the object that had been half in
her view.

It was a wicked looking knife, its handle the same
silver as the blade.� It merged into a
coiling serpent, its one eye a glittering emerald.

Her eyes widened in panic.

�Salazar Slytherin�s.� was the simple explanation
Severus gave before moving it towards her, deftly cutting the buttons from her
blouse off, letting them fall to the floor in loud plinks.

Her school blouse fell open, revealing her bra clad
breasts. Her bra was a red and gold one, bought from one of those expensive
lingerie stores.

His eyes met hers, and with a dawning horror she knew
a split second before it happened what he was going to
do.

With horror, she watched as the knife sliced through
her bra, causing her breasts to bounce and hang freely.� Severus used the knifeless hand to savagely
tear her blouse and bra off, the tearing sounds filling the room with his
unspoken anger.

She hung there in midair, her torn shirt clinging to
her body in tatters, her matching red and gold bra and panties�as
well as her skirt�lying in a shredded heap on the cold stone floor.� She was numb with shock at the savage
ferocity with which he had removed her clothes.

�

She still had her shoes and black knee high socks on,
those were left untouched.

His eyes seemed to look at her with approval, his
sneer gone.

Defiantly she glared at him, and he smirked.

�Ahhh�still
refusing to submit?�� He leaned in
towards her and, with one hand, reached up and yanked harshly on her hair.

Biting her lip, eyes watering, she glared at him,
refusing to cry out.

He leaned back, standing before her, his black gloved
finger tracing a line along his thin lips.

�Hmmm, I guess it will take more incentive to have you
fully submit, you stubborn little Gryffindor.�

He walked out of her vision, and she could hear him
place the blade down on what she guessed to be a table.� Then, to her horror, she heard a whip crack.

Without warning, she felt it crack across her back in
a sharp sting.

She cried out.

�That was for not answering my questions.�

Another crack of the whip across her
bare back.� She tried not
to cry out, but a whimper escaped.

�That was for setting my shoes on fire��

Another crack of the whip, harder than the first two
strikes had been.

�That was for the erectile dysfunction potion.�

He whipped her three times in succession.

�And that was for being a whore, giving blow jobs to
those that don�t deserve them.�� With
this line, his voice was a low growl.

�Don�t. Ever. Give. Me. An. Impotence. Potion. Again.� Each word was punctuated with a crack of the whip
across her back.� He paused.� She cringed, waiting for him to strike again,
the whips blows still stinging across her back.

Instead, his gloved hands traced the red welts he had
raised upon her back, then trailed down in between her
thighs before stroking her pussy.

�Wet.�� His
voice sounded slightly surprised and she could feel him smirk. �You really are
twisted, Gryffindor.�

She suppressed her comment of ,
�Look who�s talking!�

But he seemed to sense that this was what she was
thinking anyway.

His thumb was distractingly rubbing against her
clitoris when he murmured, �But I suppose it would make sense if you were
twisted. We make the perfect pair do we not?�

A moan was her response as he continued his
ministrations upon her.

A gasp of displeasure escaped from her as he removed
his hand, but then she felt something press against her opening and slowly push
in.

It felt coarse and, with a jolt of surprise, Hermione
realized that Severus had started to fuck her with the handle of the whip.

She could feel herself stretching around it as he
pushed it deeper into her.

Gods it felt good�but it wasn�t what she wanted.

He pushed it as far as it would go and slowly drew it
out again, teasing her.

His pace was slow, making her whimper.�

Hermione felt impatience grow inside of her, as if it
would take about a year to orgasm at the slow pace with which he was teasing
her.

�Severusssss.�

�What is it, whore?�

She struggled against him, his words only furthering
her state of arousal. �Severusss!
Stop teasing me.�

�Oh? Am I?�� He
withdrew the whip handle, wet with her juices. �Is that any better?�

Her eyes were wet with tears of frustration. �Noooooo.�

His breath was hot against her ear. �Then what is it
you want, whore?�

Shivering, she moaned, �You.�

�You want me? Why?�

�Gods, Severus�stop teasing me! You know what I need!�

He was trailing the whip handle across her stomach,
spreading her juices across her.

�Which is?�

She closed her eyes and sighed, �I need you to�
to�fuck me� please.�

She could almost feel his gloating expression behind
her, �Hmmm I don�t know. You don�t seem to be on the edge of madness. But you
did ask so nicely...�

He pulled away and circled her until he was in her
line of vision again.

Silently, he moved his robes to reveal that he was
wearing black leather pants, tightly fitting to his legs, and with expertise he
released his fully engorged cock into her view.

His black eyes looked up and caught hers.� It seemed as if the space between them
disappeared, and he was within her.

His thrusts were hard and determined.� Hermione�s hands uselessly clawed the air,
wanting to wrap her legs and arms around him but couldn�t.

Her chains clinked.�
She felt herself lower, so that she was no longer face level with him,
as he savagely partook of her body.

Cold stone touched her back and her chains loosened
entirely as she wrapped her legs around him, crying out, her
voice one long wail.

His eyes seemed to burn into her with passion as she
clenched around him, her screams becoming breathless as her first orgasm
overtook her.

He continued to pummel into her, hitting her
cervix.� Changing his position, he hit
her sweet spot.

Her head was against the stone floor as he continued
to use her body for his pleasure, lost to the sensations of this savage
possession.

She orgasmed twice more, and
finally, he came.

So hard, he bit down into her neck, drawing blood.

They lay there in the cold stone room, entangled for
awhile, and finally their breathing slowed down becoming normal, and quite
reluctantly Severus withdrew himself from her.

Hermione�s sated eyes looked up at him as he scourgified himself, then her.

Silently, he helped her sit up off the floor.� The chains fell off of her wrists and ankles
as if they had meant her no harm. Her back felt sore.

With a flick of his wand she was dressed, although her
body wasn�t healed.

He turned his back on her, and placed the whip on the
table that she hadn�t seen before. A slight thrill ran through her body as she
saw the various devices of torture held there.

Something told her to keep her mouth shut.

Silently, he turned around�the mask was gone.� His face was unreadable, and his eyes seemed
to be holding a queer expression in them.

She looked back at him, unsure of what to say.

He turned his back on her, and walked towards the
passage that she took to get into the room.

He paused at the entranceway, and without bothering to
glance over his shoulder to see if she was following, said in a rather toneless
voice, �By the way, the password�s changed.�

He started up the passage way, she following him.

Her throat was dry from all of her previous
screaming.� Finally, she was able to work
out her question.

�What is it?�

He was silent, answering only when they were in the
study.� He turned his gaze upon her.

His black eyes still were unreadable, but Hermione
could have sworn that there was a silent mirth playing behind them as he
replied, �Nipple clamps.�

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An: Talk
about a way to get back at Hermione!! Oh and also I used this link to learn
about natural pain killers for the whole potions ingredient fiasco. http://www.thehealthierlife.co.uk/article/2847/herbal-pain-relief.html

Sorry for the length of time it took to get this
chapter out! It was one of those that I thought I would get out usual time, but
then while writing I got brain blockages and other things.

And don�t forget to review! They really help spur me
on to write faster.
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