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Debaucery Complete	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26266 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: OO – ‘No wonder that dickhead was so obtuse back at the office.’ – I don’t know why but calling him a ‘dickhead’ made me LOL. :) ‘Ain't nobody got time for that’ – double snort, now I can’t get the song out of my head. ‘Must use sybarite in everyday conversations more often’ - I look forward to conversing with you in such a manner! Thanks again for the fixes. <3
LR – ‘Dastardly diva of drama and debauchery!’ – Brilliant alliteration! And of course I love the idea of being a dastardly diva ;)
Kvarta – ‘Possessive like hell’ – hahah! I love a possessive Snape. ‘She is Gryffindor and she has that "foolish bravado" streak’ – I agree, she’s unlikely to accept such an action from him but he’s at a loss for how to atone for his monumental errors – you’re right, he’s gone beyond rational thought. ‘Magical spy drone!’ – that’s exactly what it is – I’m glad that came across. ‘Both tend to react instinctively more than with a sound plan.’ – too true, I wonder if they’re going to be able to think their way out of this one. ‘Don't let us wait too long!’ – I won’t ;) <3
Ali – ‘Weekending on the shore of Coniston Water’ – Mediterranean one week, Coniston Water the next – sounds like you are doing it pretty tough at the moment ;) I searched for the Grizedale forest – it looks amazing, are you near any of those huge sculpture things? ‘Joan Wilder’ – Bahahah – well, you’ll just have to read on and see ;) The chapter titles have been fun. If you think of any more, let me know. <3

Chapter 15 - Wickedevilish
“Surprise?” The guttural voice sounded even closer behind Severus, causing the hairs to prickle on the back of his neck. “Well, that’s not quite true, is it?”
Severus looked into Hermione’s eyes which were wild with fear and anger, but there was no sense of revelation, she must have made the connection by now too—the dark beast leader was none other than the head of the Magical Creature division, Benedict Parsons.
Severus didn’t respond, he dearly wanted to heal Hermione, to treat the deep gashes scoring her cheek and chest, the cuts and grazes on her hands and arms, but he sensed that helping her wasn’t part of Parsons’ plan.
A hairy paw suddenly closed around his neck, the sharp tips of several claws set to pierce his jugular.
“Your wand. Now,” Parsons snarled hotly in his ear.
Severus could try casting a combat spell but he’d encountered enough werewolves in his life to know that they were lighting fast and possessed a degree of physical strength many times that of a human. One false move and he and Hermione would be eviscerated. Keeping his eyes on hers, communicating a calmness that he didn’t feel, he reached his wand hand backwards. As the smooth wood was snatched from his fingers, a claw scored painfully across his wrist, causing blood to spring from the cut and trickle down his palm.
“Step away from the girl,” the gravelly voice commanded.
Severus stiffened, his other arm tightening around her.
The werewolf chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry, you won’t be going far. In fact, you’ll have the best seat in the house to enjoy what’s to come.”
The pressure around Severus’ neck suddenly increased and he was forced across the room, slammed against the opposite wall and his hands pushed up to another metal ring where shackles suddenly locked around his wrists, blood spilling out from under them.
It was only when the creature stepped back from him, moist, rubbery lips curled into an ugly grin, that Severus could appreciate Benedict Parsons in the fullness of his werewolf form. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before. Parsons was massive. He towered at least two heads above Severus but retained the corpulence of his human body. His furry stomach was immense and his jaw hung with blubbery jowls that gave him the appearance of a bulldog. Other elements of his features, the distinctive tufty eyebrows and piggy eyes also remained, conferring a semblance of humanity that was, unfortunately, absent from his cold gaze.
“Isn’t this a cosy little gathering?” Parsons chortled mirthlessly, eyes flickering between his two captives, shackled against opposite walls. “I really didn’t expect it to be this easy. But a man who operates under direct guidance from his groin is always going to be prone to certain . . . failings.”
Snape glowered at him beneath heavily knitted brows. If he’d had his way, this encounter with Parsons would have resulted in him blasting the entire cavern and everything in it to smithereens. That was clearly no longer an option. The pathetic taunting was going to be nauseating enough but the promise of what was ‘to come’ had him wishing he’d done the bastard in when he’d initially sensed Parsons’ true tendencies, back on his first day at the Ministry.
“What do you want?” Severus growled.
Parsons chortled again, attempting to cross his chubby forepaws across his enormous stomach.
“I would have thought that was obvious.”
Severus yanked on his shackles, testing them for points of weakness. There were none.
“Why couldn’t you have saved us the trip?” Severus’ eyes flicked to Hermione whose mouth was still clamped around the gag, eyes rapidly scanning the room. He knew the cogs would be turning at a million miles an hour, trying to work out an escape. “Surely this could have been done back at the Ministry?”
“Oh, but I tried that, didn’t I?” Parsons’ rubbery lips pursed together like a pair of folded inner tubes. “The troll was my attempt to do you in. I knew you were the only one stupidly self-sacrificing enough to engage with it. But I actually hadn’t expected you to defeat it.”
His glare was icy as he appraised Severus.
“As inconvenient as that was, however, it proved the point I’d been making for years.”
Severus didn’t respond. It wasn’t as though Parsons needed encouragement.
“That you weren’t to be underestimated.” Parsons retreated a few steps to perch his significant backside against the table. “Others had written you off as a drunk and womaniser—which of course you are. But they’d foolishly expected you to pose no obstacle to our plans. But I knew—the way you’d managed to deceive Voldemort—I knew you could never be written off. Even far below your best which, let’s face it, you clearly are, I could tell that you still had the annoying potential to de-rail things. And of course I was right.”
“So you employed me to ‘de-rail things’?” Severus gave a disparaging snort.
“Oh no, I employed you so that I could watch you—to keep you close enough to observe what you were capable of. You advanced far more quickly than anticipated—especially since you were fucking your way through the entire staff at the time.”
Severus lifted his chin to peer at the creature smirking grotesquely at him. He would really like to fuck him up right about now.
“In fact, the two of you have been the bane of my existence over recent months,” Parsons continued, grasping the edge of the table with his clawed hands. “Miss Granger here has been interfering for so long, I’ve been forced to waste a considerable amount of time determining how best to get rid of her.”
He paused, tapping his claws against the table as he ran his piggy eyes over her, a disapproving snarl wrinkling his snout.
“But then you came along.” He returned his gaze to Snape. “It was pleasing to discover that you disliked her just as much as I did. In fact, after the incident in the den, I’d hoped you would do the killing yourself. That’s why I sent you out here together; it seemed the perfect opportunity to deal with both of you. But . . .” he tutted, showing his fangs. “You decided to fuck her instead.”
Severus could feel his shoulders tensing. The way the beast before him was talking, he suspected that his plans for Hermione might not include negotiating a trade for her life.
“I must say I wasn’t particularly surprised in the end.” Parsons wet his bottom lip with a flick of his long tongue. “You have a reputation for fucking anything with a pulse. How liberating it must me to be so undiscerning in your tastes,” he sneered.
“And Miss Granger.” He turned his head, addressing her for the first time. “My, my, haven’t you relinquished your standards? The ‘Ice Queen’—more frigid than a polar iceberg by all accounts—now spreading your legs for the most indiscriminate fucker in Great Britain. You must be so proud?” he snarled. “You’ve always been so liberal with your disapproval of others. And yet, when it comes down to it, you’re just an animal like the rest of us. My pack could smell you going at it from miles away. It was all I could do to stop them from tearing down your tent then and there, and having their way with you. I’m suspecting now that you might quite enjoy that. I know they’re looking forward to it.”
Hermione glared at him through bloodshot eyes. If only looks could kill, thought Severus desperately.
“Because when it comes to the end, our base instincts, our animalistic tendencies, are all that remain. When everything is stripped away, when all civility is lost, it is just those raw drives—to plunder, to maim, or to simply survive, that exist. That is what pain can do—physical pain, emotional pain—it can show you the truth of what you are. And this is what I intend to demonstrate to you both. We werewolves have been shunned and reviled throughout history. And yet we are the closest a human being can come to admitting and embracing their true motivations. When humans are forced to dispense with all the pretence, when they face torture and death, the animal comes out—and it is glorious.”
Severus’ stomach was so tense, he was on the verge of vomiting.
“Let her go, Parsons,” he growled.
Parsons chuckled, furry eyebrows arching in amusement. “Oh dear. Don’t you see? She is how I intend to control you. My sentries saw you blubbering in the camp earlier. You really have turned into such a sad, pathetic excuse for a man. One fuck and you’re already crying on your knees for her. I will tear her apart, piece by piece, before you, but keep her teetering on the precipice of life. And it is that thread that will hold you in my service. One bite and you will transform, you will serve me as you did Voldemort. But I won’t make the same mistake as he. He killed your first pitiable love, ensuring your betrayal. This time I will own you, because I will have your heart.”
Severus lunged at him, almost dislocating his shoulders with the effort.
“And here we see it . . . The animal emerges.” Parsons growled softly, his eyes glittering in fervid anticipation.
Gaze lingering, enjoying Severus’ obvious despair, he delivered a final jowly sneer before standing and turning toward one of the closed doors.
“I have someone to introduce to you. I believe you knew her sister . . . quite . . . intimately.”
Severus dropped his head. His emotional reserves were rapidly draining away. Who was it? Another of his fucking conquests? Another sordid liaison to rub his nose in?
Parsons turned the handle, pushing the door open with an ominous creak. Squinting into the shadowy interior, Severus tried to discern who was in there. He could make out nothing. But the sound that came from within made his heart stop, his stomach dropping into his boots. A hiss—long and low—followed by the oily sheen of coil upon coil of enormous body emerged from the gloom. The patterned green viper slithered through the door, flicking her tongue out to sense the air before proceeding to slither up Parsons’ hindlimb, wrapping around his enormous girth as she wound her way up to cloak his shoulders, her head weaving hypnotically in time with the strokes from his claw.
“This is Shika, Nagini’s sister.” Parsons took slow, emphatic strides toward Severus, the snake’s tail dragging along the ground behind him. “Voldemort and I shared not only a desire to rule the Wizarding World with darkness, but a common love of these beautiful creatures.”
He stopped in front of Severus so that Shika’s head hovered only inches from his nose. Severus gasped, trying to draw breath. He was back in the Shrieking Shack. The pain in his scarred neck flared; his eyes swam with tears.
Parsons snickered. “You have good reason to be a little distraught. You’re not Shika’s favourite person at the moment. However, you’re not to be her first victim. Your little slut will have that special honour.”
Parsons turned and approached Hermione. “Yesss, this one is for you,” he crooned, stroking the snake’s smooth head as it hissed viciously.
Hermione twisted her face away, breathing rapidly through her nose in fear.
“You may wish to avoid her now. But soon she will bite you and you will bleed until you’re compliant. Then I will invite my pack in to demonstrate a little of their carnal knowledge. By that time, you’ll wish you had succumbed to her bite. You’ll be begging her to return and finish you off.”
Suddenly there was a loud ‘Bong!’ that made Hermione shriek into her gag.
“Ahhh, it is time.” Parsons glanced at the grandfather clock before turning away and padding over to the desk near the front door, uncoiling the snake from his shoulders as he went. Laying her gently on the desk, he opened the top draw and withdrew a clear glass bottle.
Strolling back, he held the bottle up for Severus to see.
“You might be wondering how I’ve managed to retain my werewolf form after the full moon?” He waggled the bottle. “It so happens that I managed to procure a large stock of these Lycanthropic potions.”
Returning to the table, he set it down. “As long as I keep taking them, I can remain a werewolf for as long as I wish. So if you were hoping for a reprieve, I’m afraid that it won’t be coming. I’ve taken extended leave from the Ministry. Katie will be deflecting all questions. She’s so good at following instructions, don’t you think? Not like certain others we know.” His eyes narrowed on Hermione.
Severus couldn’t answer. The thought of what was to come had sapped the last of his strength.
“I look forward to biting young Miss Bell when the time’s right. She will perform well. She understands what it is to be used. You showed her that,” Parsons growled at Severus. “It’s something that werewolves have grown accustomed to but it will happen no more. We’ve been shunted from Beast to Being and back so many times in the Ministry’s history, our identity has been stripped from us. And yet we are uniquely positioned to achieve something that humans never could. We have the capacity to unite the magical creatures under a single leader. And when that’s complete, we will make humans our slaves. We are the bridge don’t you see? We have traits of both and therefore the capacity to manipulate each to our advantage. It’s quite brilliant, don’t you agree?”
Severus hung his head, face ashen.
“And would you believe that you, Snape, have already helped to make it so? Like Wolfsbane, the Lycanthropic potion is extremely difficult to brew. I acquired my entire supply on the black market—paid top dollar for them. They happen to have been brewed by an ex-Hogwarts Professor who was looking to fund his drug habit with some dirty money. How deliciously ironic, don’t you think?”
“How could you?!” Hermione’s voice suddenly screamed from across the room. She’d managed to wrestle the gag from her mouth and was leaning towards Severus, face scarlet. “What sort of man are you?!” she spat.
Parsons’ furry brows shot up in surprise before a wicked grin captured his rubbery lips.
“Severusss,” he hissed, approaching the man that was hanging from his shackles like he was already dead. “You may not be much of a man. But you will make a magnificent werewolf.”
He chuckled heartily before returning to the table.
“Cheers to you.” He grinned, picking up the small blue bottle and lifting it to his rubbery lips.
Hermione watched in anticipation. In one gulp it was gone.
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