#6 ~ A Matter of Matrimony
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The Serpent and the Dragon Make a Date
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR (except Marcus Delaluci). All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 13 ~ The Serpent and the Dragon Make a Date
After Marcus left with his schedule, Hermione put away her quills and picked up the stack of letters she’d received from the owl post, shuffling through them as she walked to the Spells lab.
She was determined she wasn’t going to let Severus’ reaction get to her. She should be pleased, she supposed. His closing the door on her and Marcus showed he was willing to trust her, at least. But why did it bother her? Did she really prefer the jealous, possessive, not-trusting-anyone-near-her-with-a-penis Severus? She had always acquainted his territorial possessiveness as a way of his actively showing his love for her. His easy acceptance of Marcus’ presence disturbed her. It was almost like, like he didn’t care. Her eyes got a little wet, but she blinked the tears away. Of course he cared. He was just trying to do what she asked. Be mature. Trust her. Let her make her own choices.
Her eyes fell on a bright red envelope. She turned it over in her hands. It wasn’t a howler. She read the addressee’s name and sighed. Not again.
The letter was from ‘Rapturous Delights” a company that provided sex spells for the discerning adult witch and wizard. They had been writing Hermione ever since she had developed a contraceptive patch for witches, using a combination of muggle technology and several of Severus’ powerful contraceptive potions.
The patch was placed anyplace on the skin, and absorbed. The contraceptives activated whenever the wearer was penetrated. The patch lasted six months and would become visible when it needed to be replaced. As an afterthought, Hermione created a second patch with similar properties, but added a sensation-enhancing spell, to make sex even more pleasurable. This was a very popular item. Top seller on the market. And ever since, “Rapturous Delights” had been writing her, requesting that she develop sex spells for them. They were offering exuberant amounts of galleons just for accepting their offer, but Hermione just wasn’t ready to make sex-enhancing spells, particularly at Hogwarts. It seemed wrong, and gods forbid if any of the students got hold of one. She remembered Fred and George Weasley, and shuddered to think what those two tricksters would have done if they got their hands on a powerful aphrodisiac. Probably put it in the food in the Great Hall and turn the whole castle into a House of Pleasures. She tore the letter up.
She had tested the enhanced patch, with Severus as a willing participant.
“Anything in the name of science,” he had purred, grinning, his black eyes glittering as he advanced on her. She felt her belly clench at the memory, and pushed the thought away. She couldn’t afford to think about him in that way. She’d ruin everything she hoped to accomplish by imposing this separation. And she really needed him to change.
She put the rest of the letters on her desk and picked up her pile of notes. She carried them over to the counter and got to work, pushing Severus out of her mind.
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Marcus walked back to the DA classroom, the schedule clenched tightly in his hand. He was seething. It was easy to see that Hermione, although she and Severus were no longer involved, still had strong feelings for the dark wizard. Of course she would. It had only been a day.
“Patience, Marcus,” he told himself. “Just be available. Get in good with her. Give her the illusion of space, while working the old dragon magic. Friends first. Lovers later. She’ll fall for you. They always do.”
He calmed a little, comforting himself with images of brutalizing Hermione against the Whomping Willow, the impotent tree shuddering over them as she screamed and screamed. Marcus had been with plenty women in his time, but never one who had a need for pain. It intrigued him, the idea of being able to be sexually violent and deviant without consequences. He had raped and abused women before, in the line of duty of course. Fudge was a cold-hearted bastard, and liked to leave a strong message when warning others off. Having wives, daughters and sisters raped with a subtle hint as to why, was quite effective. Murder had been another useful tool.
He found he had a taste for brutalizing women. But to do it outside of his occupation just wasn’t feasible. Of course, he got a little rough when he did indulge himself, but still he was forced to hold back. It wouldn’t do to end up in Azkaban just because he wanted to work off a bit of steam. Hermione would be the perfect outlet for his lusts. She would never complain, never tell and best of all, want it. Watching Snape work her over that night had made him hard as a rock. When he returned to his rooms, he had to jerk off to relieve the tension, thinking all the while of the young witch’s screams until he released with a groan. He had to have her, at least once. Maybe twice. Ok, until he got bored with her. Which would probably be quickly. He liked his freedom, and didn’t want anyone attached to him. He liked to come, then go.
He entered his office and magically adhered the lesson plan to the wall. Hermione had spelled it to clear at the end of the month, and he could fill in the details for the following months himself. He looked at the clock. His students will be arriving soon. He walked into the classroom, took out some notes from his top desk drawer and proceeded to write the day’s assignment on the board.
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Severus arrived early to supper in the Great Hall. He wanted to be settled when Marcus arrived. Flitwick, Minerva and Albus entered. The two professors greeted Severus and went to their seats. Albus, on the other hand, stopped and looked at him a bit gravely.
“Everything all right, Severus?” he asked, looking over his glasses at his Potions Master. He had noticed the coldness between he and Hermione yesterday, and how Severus had restrained himself after Marcus so clearly followed Hermione from the hall. Clearly something was amiss.
“Everything is fine, Headmaster,” Severus replied, pointedly not looking at Dumbledore.
The Headmaster sighed. The boy was so difficult to reach.
“Well, if you should need to talk, Severus, my office is always open to you,” he said kindly.
Severus shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Thank you, Headmaster,” he replied, his voice low.
Albus stared at him a moment, then turned and headed for his seat.
The door opened again, and in strode Marcus. Severus stood up and blocked his way. Marcus looked at him appraisingly.
“Is there a particular reason you are blocking my way, Professor Snape?” he asked pleasantly, though his violet eyes were hard as they met the Potion Master’s gaze.
“Yes, there is Mr. Delaluci,” Severus replied in a low tone so his voice wouldn’t carry, his eyes equally hard, “I would like to invite you down to my rooms this evening, for a drink…and a chat, if you are so inclined.”
The challenge in Snape’s eyes was unmistakable. It was as if he thought Marcus wouldn’t accept his invitation. He decided to probe a little.
“And the topic of this little chat?” Marcus asked, lowering his voice as the door opened again, and a distracted Hermione entered and took her seat. Severus’ eyes flicked toward her meaningfully.
“I think you know,” he said shortly.
Marcus grinned.
“I’d be happy to accept your invitation. I wonder though, if I should bring my own bottle and glass?’ he asked, implying the Potions Master’s offer was an attempt to possibly poison him.
Severus smirked at him coldly, “You are welcome to bring what you like, Mr. Delaluci, if it will make you feel ‘safe.’”
Marcus visibly bristled at this thinly veiled insinuation of fear on his part.
“What time?” he practically snarled, before remembering himself. He was in public.
“Is eight o’clock convenient?” Snape replied smoothly, pleased to have pushed the blonde wizard’s buttons.
“That’s fine,” Marcus snapped, “I hope you have some decent liquor in that hole of yours.”
“Only the best,” Snape purred, settling in his seat again, “I will see you at eight, Mr. Delaluci.”
“Eight, then,” replied Marcus, stalking off angrily to his seat.
Hermione had by this time, noticed the exchange between the two wizards. She mentally compared them, Severus’ long lean frame, to Marcus’ heavier, muscular build. The dream of the dragon and serpent came to her mind, and she could almost see the two men wrapped in lethal combat. That was something she never wanted to experience.
Severus sat down beside her, his face unreadable. He turned to her.
“Good evening, Hermione,” he said, his black eyes flicking over her before returning to his plate.
“Hello, Severus,” she replied, brimming over with curiosity at what he and Marcus were speaking about. But she had no right to ask him, so she contented herself with fiddling with her napkin. Severus covered her hands with one of his own, stilling her nervous fidgeting. He still looked at his plate.
“Don’t fiddle,” he said softly, “Mr. Delaluci and I aren’t going to kill each other. Yet. Everything is fine.” He removed his hand.
Hermione looked at him. She didn’t believe him, but said nothing as she turned away and ordered her meal. Her hands tingled where he had touched them.
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At the other end of the table, Marcus scowled at the Potions Master. He wanted to talk, eh? Well, Marcus had a conversation and a half for him. By the time he was through, Snape would be itching for a duel. And he’d be ready for him.
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A/N: this is getting very, very interesting…wonder what Marcus is going to tell our Potions Master?
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Chapter 13 ~ The Serpent and the Dragon Make a Date
After Marcus left with his schedule, Hermione put away her quills and picked up the stack of letters she’d received from the owl post, shuffling through them as she walked to the Spells lab.
She was determined she wasn’t going to let Severus’ reaction get to her. She should be pleased, she supposed. His closing the door on her and Marcus showed he was willing to trust her, at least. But why did it bother her? Did she really prefer the jealous, possessive, not-trusting-anyone-near-her-with-a-penis Severus? She had always acquainted his territorial possessiveness as a way of his actively showing his love for her. His easy acceptance of Marcus’ presence disturbed her. It was almost like, like he didn’t care. Her eyes got a little wet, but she blinked the tears away. Of course he cared. He was just trying to do what she asked. Be mature. Trust her. Let her make her own choices.
Her eyes fell on a bright red envelope. She turned it over in her hands. It wasn’t a howler. She read the addressee’s name and sighed. Not again.
The letter was from ‘Rapturous Delights” a company that provided sex spells for the discerning adult witch and wizard. They had been writing Hermione ever since she had developed a contraceptive patch for witches, using a combination of muggle technology and several of Severus’ powerful contraceptive potions.
The patch was placed anyplace on the skin, and absorbed. The contraceptives activated whenever the wearer was penetrated. The patch lasted six months and would become visible when it needed to be replaced. As an afterthought, Hermione created a second patch with similar properties, but added a sensation-enhancing spell, to make sex even more pleasurable. This was a very popular item. Top seller on the market. And ever since, “Rapturous Delights” had been writing her, requesting that she develop sex spells for them. They were offering exuberant amounts of galleons just for accepting their offer, but Hermione just wasn’t ready to make sex-enhancing spells, particularly at Hogwarts. It seemed wrong, and gods forbid if any of the students got hold of one. She remembered Fred and George Weasley, and shuddered to think what those two tricksters would have done if they got their hands on a powerful aphrodisiac. Probably put it in the food in the Great Hall and turn the whole castle into a House of Pleasures. She tore the letter up.
She had tested the enhanced patch, with Severus as a willing participant.
“Anything in the name of science,” he had purred, grinning, his black eyes glittering as he advanced on her. She felt her belly clench at the memory, and pushed the thought away. She couldn’t afford to think about him in that way. She’d ruin everything she hoped to accomplish by imposing this separation. And she really needed him to change.
She put the rest of the letters on her desk and picked up her pile of notes. She carried them over to the counter and got to work, pushing Severus out of her mind.
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Marcus walked back to the DA classroom, the schedule clenched tightly in his hand. He was seething. It was easy to see that Hermione, although she and Severus were no longer involved, still had strong feelings for the dark wizard. Of course she would. It had only been a day.
“Patience, Marcus,” he told himself. “Just be available. Get in good with her. Give her the illusion of space, while working the old dragon magic. Friends first. Lovers later. She’ll fall for you. They always do.”
He calmed a little, comforting himself with images of brutalizing Hermione against the Whomping Willow, the impotent tree shuddering over them as she screamed and screamed. Marcus had been with plenty women in his time, but never one who had a need for pain. It intrigued him, the idea of being able to be sexually violent and deviant without consequences. He had raped and abused women before, in the line of duty of course. Fudge was a cold-hearted bastard, and liked to leave a strong message when warning others off. Having wives, daughters and sisters raped with a subtle hint as to why, was quite effective. Murder had been another useful tool.
He found he had a taste for brutalizing women. But to do it outside of his occupation just wasn’t feasible. Of course, he got a little rough when he did indulge himself, but still he was forced to hold back. It wouldn’t do to end up in Azkaban just because he wanted to work off a bit of steam. Hermione would be the perfect outlet for his lusts. She would never complain, never tell and best of all, want it. Watching Snape work her over that night had made him hard as a rock. When he returned to his rooms, he had to jerk off to relieve the tension, thinking all the while of the young witch’s screams until he released with a groan. He had to have her, at least once. Maybe twice. Ok, until he got bored with her. Which would probably be quickly. He liked his freedom, and didn’t want anyone attached to him. He liked to come, then go.
He entered his office and magically adhered the lesson plan to the wall. Hermione had spelled it to clear at the end of the month, and he could fill in the details for the following months himself. He looked at the clock. His students will be arriving soon. He walked into the classroom, took out some notes from his top desk drawer and proceeded to write the day’s assignment on the board.
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Severus arrived early to supper in the Great Hall. He wanted to be settled when Marcus arrived. Flitwick, Minerva and Albus entered. The two professors greeted Severus and went to their seats. Albus, on the other hand, stopped and looked at him a bit gravely.
“Everything all right, Severus?” he asked, looking over his glasses at his Potions Master. He had noticed the coldness between he and Hermione yesterday, and how Severus had restrained himself after Marcus so clearly followed Hermione from the hall. Clearly something was amiss.
“Everything is fine, Headmaster,” Severus replied, pointedly not looking at Dumbledore.
The Headmaster sighed. The boy was so difficult to reach.
“Well, if you should need to talk, Severus, my office is always open to you,” he said kindly.
Severus shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Thank you, Headmaster,” he replied, his voice low.
Albus stared at him a moment, then turned and headed for his seat.
The door opened again, and in strode Marcus. Severus stood up and blocked his way. Marcus looked at him appraisingly.
“Is there a particular reason you are blocking my way, Professor Snape?” he asked pleasantly, though his violet eyes were hard as they met the Potion Master’s gaze.
“Yes, there is Mr. Delaluci,” Severus replied in a low tone so his voice wouldn’t carry, his eyes equally hard, “I would like to invite you down to my rooms this evening, for a drink…and a chat, if you are so inclined.”
The challenge in Snape’s eyes was unmistakable. It was as if he thought Marcus wouldn’t accept his invitation. He decided to probe a little.
“And the topic of this little chat?” Marcus asked, lowering his voice as the door opened again, and a distracted Hermione entered and took her seat. Severus’ eyes flicked toward her meaningfully.
“I think you know,” he said shortly.
Marcus grinned.
“I’d be happy to accept your invitation. I wonder though, if I should bring my own bottle and glass?’ he asked, implying the Potions Master’s offer was an attempt to possibly poison him.
Severus smirked at him coldly, “You are welcome to bring what you like, Mr. Delaluci, if it will make you feel ‘safe.’”
Marcus visibly bristled at this thinly veiled insinuation of fear on his part.
“What time?” he practically snarled, before remembering himself. He was in public.
“Is eight o’clock convenient?” Snape replied smoothly, pleased to have pushed the blonde wizard’s buttons.
“That’s fine,” Marcus snapped, “I hope you have some decent liquor in that hole of yours.”
“Only the best,” Snape purred, settling in his seat again, “I will see you at eight, Mr. Delaluci.”
“Eight, then,” replied Marcus, stalking off angrily to his seat.
Hermione had by this time, noticed the exchange between the two wizards. She mentally compared them, Severus’ long lean frame, to Marcus’ heavier, muscular build. The dream of the dragon and serpent came to her mind, and she could almost see the two men wrapped in lethal combat. That was something she never wanted to experience.
Severus sat down beside her, his face unreadable. He turned to her.
“Good evening, Hermione,” he said, his black eyes flicking over her before returning to his plate.
“Hello, Severus,” she replied, brimming over with curiosity at what he and Marcus were speaking about. But she had no right to ask him, so she contented herself with fiddling with her napkin. Severus covered her hands with one of his own, stilling her nervous fidgeting. He still looked at his plate.
“Don’t fiddle,” he said softly, “Mr. Delaluci and I aren’t going to kill each other. Yet. Everything is fine.” He removed his hand.
Hermione looked at him. She didn’t believe him, but said nothing as she turned away and ordered her meal. Her hands tingled where he had touched them.
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At the other end of the table, Marcus scowled at the Potions Master. He wanted to talk, eh? Well, Marcus had a conversation and a half for him. By the time he was through, Snape would be itching for a duel. And he’d be ready for him.
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A/N: this is getting very, very interesting…wonder what Marcus is going to tell our Potions Master?