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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: This chapter is for SouthernBelle50plus and mimia108 – thank you both for the idea and motivation. :)
LR – ‘Thrown up in my mouth a little bit’ – LOL. Yes it was a bit gaggalicious wasn’t it. ‘They'd better head back that waterfall’ – you may enjoy this chapter :) ‘I'll leave the sexy word mash-ups to the pros’ – hahah, I love your words - ‘libidinease’ sounds like anti-Viagra, maybe Sev could do with a bit of that. ;)
Ali – ‘Glesca Kiss’ – excellent, not heard of that one. I’ve learned so much from your comments on this fic. ‘Perfectly executed scenario my dear and quite literally in Shika's case’ – made me LOL. ‘Are your quick updates heralding the end of this magnificent tale?’ – I’m afraid so, there may only be a chapter or two after this one I suspect. ‘Hopefully with some emotion attached this time’ – I hope we’re getting closer to that this chapter.
OO – ‘How the hell did Hermione switch the potions if she's chained to the wall?’ – well there’s a, no doubt totally unsatisfying, reference to how it was done in this chapter. And my fall-back answer is always the cop-out – she’s magic! Hahah. ‘Better engage in some first-aid fucking when it's all over’ – ahhhh yes, this may be on the cards. ‘8P~ <-----Debaucery face with pube stuck on tongue’ – OMG that was good.
Kvarta – 'So miss perfect is proficient in wandless and wordless magic’ – it would seem so :) ‘They just tap dance in the dark and hope to do the right thing and not lose each other in process.’ – such a good description. ‘I was grosed up, amused and had all kind of wrong/right ideal all at once.’ – LOL. ‘I have to admit, shorter chapters but with less time between them are very appealing’ – I’d prefer it that way but there isn’t always a natural break in the story. I always write and post as I go – that’s what gives me the motivation to continue. ‘If you write and post this tempo can be demanding for you’ – Yes, there is a bit of pressure but I don’t mind that most of the time. I don’t like to leave readers waiting too long, especially with this many cliff-hangers, but RL does sometimes get in the way. ‘Just in case, I'm sending you my muse as support in hope to see new chapter soon ;)’ – thank you! She helped a lot :)

Chapter 17 – Indulgenitalia
He stared at Shika’s corpse, a complex mix of emotions settling upon his features. Hermione understood the significance of that moment. It was an opportunity to balance the ledger, to perhaps loosen the hold that his traumatic past had had upon him. So, despite being on the verge of collapse, Hermione maintained a respectful silence.
She was also unsure of whether he would forgive her for the potion swap. It had worked—bought them some hope when it had been all but lost. But she’d been underhanded. And the explanation for why she had a lust, or more accurately, binding potion in her possession, that had clearly been brewed with him as the target, was equally awkward.
But the moments that followed quickly dispelled her concerns. His eyes—dark and intense—met hers. And after a few swift movements he’d released her and gathered her in his arms. She had lost so much blood that she was on the verge of delirium but she clung to him with every ounce of her remaining strength.
She’d obviously hoped, from the moment she’d been snatched, that he would come for her. But the relief she’d felt at his tall, dark form came striding confidently in to embrace her, no doubt aware that he was in imminent danger but more concerned about comforting her than his own safety, squeezed her heart and forged a sense of connection with him on a level that was going to make it difficult for her to let him go.
He was still naked from the waist up, bleeding profusely from his wrist, but his eyes never left her, scanning her wounds, healing those that he could, and cleaning and sterilising the cuts made by the werewolf, aware as she was of the futility of trying to heal them without the appropriate ingredients.
Carrying her to a nearby chair, he placed her gently upon it.
“I need to leave. Just for a moment,” he said.
She clutched him tighter and he cupped her gently by the cheek.
Then he did something unexpected. Despite the obvious urgency, he kissed her, deep and passionate. Somehow he’d known it was what she needed most. In that moment of near collapse, she needed it more than anything else. It calmed her, and told her everything was going to be alright. And maybe this time it would be.
Rising quickly, he entered the open door to the room that Shika had occupied. Moments later he re-emerged before moving to the other door and yanking it open, wand at the ready.
Hermione couldn’t see into the second room but a series of scuffing and clinking sounds told her he was sorting through bottles or jars of some sort.
Moments later he returned, arms laden with items.
“Drink this.”
He held a bottle to her lips before pouring a stream of bitter liquid down her throat. Within seconds, her pain had abated. The second potion he administered, instantly made her feel more alert.
Then she watched as he tapped the contents of two vials into a small bowl and mixed them into a paste with a spatula. Scooping the silvery mixture onto the tapered tip, he gently applied it to her cuts—first her cheek and then her chest. The skin of her face tightened as he drew the cool metal along it, and as he applied the paste carefully to her chest, she watched the bleeding from the ragged claw-marks halt and the skin instantly begin to knit together.
It was only when all of her wounds had been dealt with that he applied a smear to his bleeding wrist. It instantly clotted, healing over with a fresh scar. Severus downed two potions himself and Hermione noted that his entire body immediately relaxed. He’d, no doubt, been consumed by both concern and pain. Whatever he’d taken had alleviated one or both—and she really didn’t care about the mode of action. It could be the most reviled drug in the world but she considered that, at that moment, he fucking deserved a little relief.
“My wand,” she rasped through cracked lips. “It’s in the desk. Can you please get it?”
Severus retrieved Hermione’s wand from one of the drawers. Wrist sagging, she waggled it weakly at her hair, trying to cast a detangling spell. Unfortunately, all she managed to do was knot it further. He stilled her hand with his before pulling up a chair and casting quiet, gentle incantations that had her hair lifting and fluttering down, a shower of twigs and leaves falling from it.
“Vanity is a curse, Miss Granger,” he murmured as his fingers raked through her locks. “I would have thought there were slightly more pressing matters to attend to.”
Hermione nodded wearily. “I know. I just feel that werewolf on me. I thought if I removed all trace of him, I’d feel—.”
Severus trailed his fingers down her cheek before resting his thumb against her lips, letting her know that he understood. Drawing his wand over her, he cast further cleansing and repairing spells until her clothes had been restored to their previous state. It was done with such gentle care, she felt tears welling in her eyes.
“Thank you,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes closed. She couldn’t trust herself to look at him.
“I should be thanking you,” he murmured in her ear. “That potion swap was . . . exceptional.” He leaned back from her and when she opened her eyes, she found him gazing at her intently. “I’ll wait for the explanation.”
Hermione sighed resignedly. She knew she was going to have to face up to it at some stage, she just wasn’t looking forward to it.
“But right now we need to deal with this.” He stood and turned to the huge naked body, lying as it had fallen to the ground.
Circling his arm, Severus cast a full body bind, pulling Parsons’ limbs together before levitating the shredded grey top from the corner of the room and transfiguring it into a much larger garment which he wrapped around Parsons so that he had the appearance of a Mummy—with a severely disfigured face.
“That’s considerate.” Hermione looked up at him in surprise.
“Indeed. I didn’t think we needed to be tortured with viewing that any longer than necessary.”
With another flick, he levitated and repaired his shredded coat before shrugging it on.
Hermione couldn’t help the small pang of disappointment at having his rippling form no longer rippling in front of her.
“So what do you plan to do with him?” Hermione rose on shaky legs.
“There are at least fifty dragons in a cavern nearby. I’m sure he would make a tasty, if decidedly unhealthy, breakfast.”
“No!” Hermione stated firmly. “We need to take him back to the Ministry—to be dealt with appropriately. He needs to be interrogated.”
Snape snorted. “He won’t answer questions.”
“He will if you ask them.” Hermione gave him a knowing look.
Severus huffed. “Yes . . . that was a rather . . . unfortunate . . . result. I don’t suppose you could have made the swap for some sleeping draught instead?”
“No. That potion was all that was . . . available.” Hermione avoided his gaze.
“Are you sure you don’t want to feed him to the dragons?”
Hermione shook her head.
“It would give you an opportunity to see if you could fit inside his carcass.”
Hermione laughed. It hurt her stomach but she couldn’t help it. “I think both of us could fit inside that carcass.”
Severus chuckled. It seemed ridiculous that they should both be laughing with a mountain full of beasts nearby but the tension of the past hours still had them high on adrenaline.
“So, are we going to take him with us now?” Hermione looked at Parsons doubtfully, wondering how the hell they were going to get him out without being seen. “And how do we know that the other beasts won’t just start the uprising when they discover he’s missing—and Shika’s dead?”
With a flick of his wand, Severus disintegrated the snake’s carcass and swirled away the dusty remains.
“That room is full of psychoactive potions.” Snape nodded to the open door he’d retrieved the bottles from. “Parsons has been keeping the beasts compliant by drugging them. Without the potions, control over them will dissipate. I suspect that they will naturally disperse over time.”
Weaving his arm, he cast a silencing incantation before extending his elbow and releasing a giant fireball into the room, shattering the contents. Hermione couldn’t help wondering whether he was simultaneously removing all evidence of his brewing misdemeanours. Regardless, it was the right thing to do.
Another complicated array of movements, and a set of incantations she didn’t recognise, produced a set of three small floating globes above their heads, and a gradual lift of his wand tip had Parsons levitating from the ground.
Hermione watched all this in wonder. She’d never seen such a complicated array of simultaneous spell-casting. She’d been rather proud of her own wandless levitation spell that had allowed her to swap the Amory potion for the Lycanthropic potion that now sat in her pocket, but it was nothing compared to the skill required to control all of the objects that he now guided in various trajectories around the room. The globes flew out of the door, gliding in different directions while Parsons floated, like a fat sarcophagus just ahead of them. Severus paused a moment, appearing to stare into space before he inclined his head.
“The passage to the right is clear,” he said, and there’s nothing approaching from the left. “But remain behind me.”
Of course. Forever the protector.
Progress was slow but Hermione found that she had the utmost confidence in him. The small globes occasionally came whizzing by, shooting down the tunnels ahead of them. When they passed the walls smeared with her blood, she averted her gaze, unwilling to recall the terror she’d felt upon entering this forsaken place.
A final turn to the left had them heading through a huge darkened cavern. And if it wasn’t enough to be controlling three floating balls and a bound, unconscious boss, Severus flicked the tip of his wand to cast Lumos so that they could see their way over the rocky floor.
The vast grey morning that they gratefully emerged into had them squinting after the comparative gloom. Severus disappeared the globes before moving rapidly toward the apparition point, clearly keen to put the caverns behind them.
Hermione quickened her pace, placing a hand on his arm just before they reached it. “Are we going straight to the Ministry?”
“I believe that would be the best option.”
“Can we return to the camp first?” she asked.
“We can send for our belongings when it’s safer.”
“I know but . . . but there’s something I’d like to do.”
He gazed at her, taking in her hopeful expression, the silvery claw marks on her face which would be a permanent reminder of the horror she’d endured. If she needed something right now, she would have it. Capturing her by the elbow and stepping into the point, he transported all three of them to the plain. Minutes later, they were at the campsite, a mummified Parsons still floating alongside.
“Can we leave him here?”
“I’m not sure that is the most prudent thing to do.” Severus frowned.
“It won’t be for long,” Hermione pleaded. “I promise.”
Severus regarded her, his lips pressed together in a slightly dubious pout, before reinforcing the body bind and sleeping incantations on Parsons with a flick of his wand, and levitating his body into the open door of the tent, floating him to the ground.
Hermione instantly hooked her hand around Severus’ wand arm and pulled him toward the bank. He followed with reluctant steps until he realised where she was taking him.
“This is no reflection upon your cleansing charms,” she assured him. “But I really feel the need for a good wash.”
Severus’ lips curled into a smirk.
“You looked so . . . refreshed . . . when I saw you standing under there.” Hermione slithered down the wet grass, holding onto his arm to avoid falling into the water. “I just . . . really hoped to join you this time.”
The hopeful expression in her eyes and shy smile on her lips made Severus’s chest tighten. He had her back. She wasn’t completely safe yet but she was with him—and he had no plans to let her go. She’d saved his life—even when he hadn’t realised he’d wanted it. Of course she could fucking join him—every part of him, whatever she needed.
He unzipped his coat and Hermione’s breath caught at the flash of lithe torso that was momentarily exposed before he returned his arms to his sides. She stepped closer, trying to peer into the shadowy gap. Finally the lure became too great and she simply slid her hands under his coat, running them up the warm skin of his abdomen.
“Have I told you how sexy I find you?” she murmured, her small hands tracing the taut ridges of his muscles.
“Not enough.” His gravelly voice and warm breath suffused her hair as he leaned down to nuzzle against her ear.
Closing her eyes, she curled into him. “You are so . . . fucking . . . sexy,” she breathed.
“Say it again,” he muttered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“Ohh,” she moaned, feeling his tongue flick against her. “You are such a . . . fucking . . . sexy . . . beast.”
With a growl, he lunged at her neck, and she almost collapsed. She was still weak and light-headed from blood loss but the sensation of his hot mouth plundering her, grazing and sucking at every erogenous zone that she never knew existed, had her moaning and swooning so gracelessly that she wondered what the old Hermione would think. And that shocked her. The existence of an ‘Old Hermione’ signified a transition—a change, a new mindset, a more open mindset. ‘New Hermione’, she realised, wanted to do more, try more, in fact she was determined to discover what it would be like to do whatever the fuck she wanted.
Sliding her hands up to Severus’ chest, she grasped both of his taut nipples and squeezed them. He responded with another guttural growl, his lips breaking away from her throat and relocating to her mouth where he plunged his tongue inside to wrestle with hers.
Continuing her passage upward, Hermione’s fingers crawled up to his collar bones before gliding down over his broad shoulders, taking his coat with them until she was thwarted at his biceps, which continued to wrap tightly around her. Disappointed, she reached for the fly to his trousers, suddenly desperate to see as much of his nakedness as possible. His sexy smirk twitched against her lips. Withdrawing the hand that had slithered beneath her shirt to grasp her naked breast, he gave a sophisticated wave and split the seams on all of their clothing simultaneously, allowing the material to slither from their limbs like two pale deciduous trees.
Lips never leaving hers, he prised off his boots, then stepped forward, lifting her easily against him. Holding her body with one strong arm, he pulled her boots off before hooking her legs around his waist. The sensation of his hard torso squeezed between her thighs was delicious, topped only by the sensation of his silken cock, bobbing gently against the cleft of her buttocks.
He carried her like that to the base of the falls, then stopped.
Giving his delectable lips a brief moment of reprieve, she leaned back, taking in his uncertain expression.
“What is it?”
His frown deepened. “I’m not sure how much you understand about male physiology but iced water and erections aren’t particularly . . . compatible.”
A spark of amusement lit her caramel eyes as a lascivious grin slid across her lips.
“I’ll just have to keep it . . . warm for you.” Her words were both measured and sultry, completely unlike anything she’d ever heard come out of her own mouth.
And it turned out that her fingers were equally licentious, feeling their way behind her backside to stroke his lovely warm cock. Using her thighs, she pushed up and away from him, positioning his head at the entrance to her pussy, which had been dripping from the moment he’d touched her.
Gazing into his impossibly black eyes, she lowered herself down, feeling herself stretch around him and watching the delicious flutter of his eyelids as his pleasure made itself known. Rocking gently, she worked his generous member further and further inside her until he was buried to the hilt.
Then his whole body relaxed. This had become his sanctuary. Buried inside another was his safe place. And she decided then that she could either resent it, remaining distrustful of a man for whom sex had become indelibly linked to a deep need for emotional security, who sought it out indiscriminately and may well continue to do so, or she could accept it.
Having this complicated, enigmatic, infuriating, arrogant, but equally generous, protective, brilliant and beautiful man indulging in her was never going to be the most difficult thing in the world to accommodate. Especially since her pleasure seemed to be equally important—perhaps a manifestation of his need to earn acceptance, to deserve love. Regardless, she was determined to revel in his revelling in her. Indeed, there may not be another opportunity beyond this.
Severus carried her under the waterfall and she screamed before the icy water stole her breath away. It was ridiculously, painfully cold, making her entire body tense as she gasped and spluttered for air. The roar of the water drowned out the sound of his laughter but she could feel it, his abdomen convulsing against hers. When she finally leaned out of the water, blinking furiously to clear her vision, she saw that he was smiling at her. And despite the numbness that had settled into her face, she smiled in return. This moment, seeing him happy, gave her hope that he’d reconsider the worth of remaining in this world a little longer.
Then his mouth alighted upon hers as he began gently thrusting into her—two delicious points of heat that contrasted starkly with the wall of ice cascading down upon them.
Hermione clung to his shoulders, returning his passionate kisses, breaking away occasionally for a gasping breath before returning to lap and suck at his lips and tongue, literally drinking him in with the droplets of water that trickled down from his slick hair. Her pussy gradually began to relax with the slow grinding of his pelvis and a coil of pleasure unwound from deep within her. With his arms braced around her hips and shoulders, he held her in place, lengthening his thrusts, and the simultaneous increase in tempo which jolted her clitoris each time he bottomed out inside her, made Hermione moan with ecstasy.
The sensory clash of the frigid water, which she’d adjusted to sufficiently so that it was now sending tantalising prickles through her skin, against the building heat within her core was so enlivening that the overwhelming tide of emotion surrounding their escape suddenly swamped her. She’d been so focused on survival that the magnitude of what had happened, and what could have happened, hadn’t had an opportunity to permeate her thoughts. Now the realisation that they’d been granted a future was juxtaposed against the stark uncertainty surrounding it. Did they have a future? Together?
“Severus?” She spoke above the sound of rushing water, fixing her eyes upon his as she continued to rise and fall rhythmically against him.
“Mmmm?” His face was a picture of concentration.
“I wanted to come back here because . . . because I thought it might be our last opportunity to . . . to do it.”
“What do you mean?” he frowned, stopping mid-thrust.
“I just . . . I don’t know your plans.” She shook her head.
He considered her for a long moment before resuming. “I don’t have any plans. You fucked up the last lot.”
Hermione couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. “And I’m glad I did.”
He gave her a serious look. “I believe you owe it to me to rectify that situation.”
“I’d gladly help you with some new plans,” Hermione said. “As long as I’m in them.” She played her final card. It was a risk but if she couldn’t force some sort of commitment on the verge of orgasm under a waterfall in the Scottish wilds, where else could she do it?
He squeezed her tighter to him and rocked deep inside her. “As long as they include more of your cooking.”
A giggle of relief escaped her. “Well that goes without saying. If the plans involved your cooking we’d both starve.”
“I’ll be responsible for . . . other things,” he growled before thrusting into her harder.
“Oh Gods, Yes!” Hermione cried out as she felt the tension in her pussy surge.
Clamping her thighs around his waist, she met his thrusts with her own, speechless until he tipped her over the edge.
“Severus!” she shouted into his chest as she came, fingers digging into his shoulders as her hips jerked about in his iron grip. Her pussy clutched and sucked at his cock which continued to delve into her, the exquisite stretch of her core enhancing the powerful contractions of her orgasm. Moments later, he was there. His mouth dropped open and his eyelids fell closed as he shuddered inside her.
With his seed ejecting into her gloriously welcoming channel, time and again, he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for an opportunity that he would have denied himself—an existence that would never have been. He captured her lips as his final spurts were released into her, reminding himself that there was more to come.
He could hardly believe that she wanted him—not after everything that had come before. But the thought of building upon the unlikely union that they’d somehow forged, made him feel more optimistic than he’d allowed himself to be, in as long as he could remember.
“Thank you,” she murmured against his lips. “I didn’t want to hate this place. I needed a positive memory to take home.”
“Now I just need to change your opinion of that bedroom of yours,” he murmured.
Hermione smiled and kissed him, her heart soaring as she finally released him from the grip of her thighs, slithering back to the rocks before taking his hand and leading him out from under the falls.
She looked ahead.
Her heart stopped.
There was someone standing right there. Watching them.
She let out a shaky sigh.
It was Luna—arms crossed, a huge grin on her face.
“Well, my dear, that’s certainly the most thorough hug I’ve seen in a while.”
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