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Chapter
24 � Protecting Hermione

Author: Queen Celestia

Disclaimer: No owning Harry Potter

Warning: Hermione goes on a violent rampage. �And I�m not sure if it could really be
considered as blood play. But there is some blood happening.

But it�s not really playing with it� uhm you�ll get it if you read it.

�

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Preparing everything for the enchantments
was proving to be harder than first thought. With the upcoming Valentines
Sweetheart dance to plan, and amongst a sudden mountain load of homework, Hermione
found herself struggling to keep up with day to day duties, never mind adding
atop of that herb gathering, and potion making as well as purifying a chosen
area for the spells to take place.

She was also crowded down with helping
Harry try to figure out what Horcruxes are, and
trying to find out the best method available in order to extract the memory
from Professor Slughorn.

She wasn�t keen to inform her friends about
the threat to her, since no doubt they would go do something rash, nor was she
keen to tell them about working on the enchantments to keep her safe, incase
they asked why she wasn�t letting the other girls in on it, especially since
she knew Harry would stop at nothing if he knew there was more he could do to
protect Ginny.

In her few minutes of peace, she worked on
reading the theories Severus had marked for her, to understand all that was
involved, and to figure out the best possible methods in pulling it through.

Due to Severus also being laden down with
the sudden onslaught of work, she barely saw him, and was feeling the loss of
his presence keenly, only seeing him in class or late at night when with a
tired sigh he crawled into bed beside her, both too exhausted to bother to do
more than just sleep.

Her sex drive, used to being satisfied
started to build up into a knot of frustration, until she felt like mentally
begging Severus to use his voice to make her cum, if that would help take the
edge off of her desire.

She found herself longing for a time
turner, so that she could take some extra time to sleep or perhaps ravage
Severus in the nearest nook or cranny.

Her friends noted how crabby she was
getting, and joked among themselves that she was beginning to channel Snape,
until one day she overheard them and gave them a bad case of twitchy ears.

Atop of all this, she had to make sure she
stayed in large groups and avoid Malfoy at all costs
who seemed to pop up wherever she was, intent on harassing her until she felt
like giving him another good punch in the face.

What served to make Hermione more irate was
the blissfully happy look on Ginnys face, that let her know right away that she was getting all
that Hermione wasn�t.

It happened on one of those days, where the
sky hangs grey, the clouds undecided on whether to snow or not, and the
atmosphere is full of a static buzz that causes one to wish that they had head
phones to stop the dead buzz from penetrating their minds and finally driving
them relatively crazy.

Hermione had the day start off with her
hair being more impossible than usual, as well as some weird dry flaky area on
her inner thigh that she moisturized but still remained itchy and red, causing
her to want to scratch at the most embarrassing moments.

Draco�s presence had become increasingly
annoying, especially when she had seen a chance to catch Severus on his own,
only to have Draco pop up out of nowhere frustrating her plans to pretty much
jump on Severus and try to work out some of her pent up sexual frustration, the
result of which she was rather nasty in charms, causing Ron to grow another ear
atop of his head and to be sent to Madam Pomfrey for
immediate care.

So annoyed was she, that she didn�t notice
that she was walking by herself after Arithmancy,
until Draco called out to her, a cold aristocratic sneer upon his face.

�What do you want Malfoy?�
she growled, as he approached her.

�I want my due,� he replied his eyes raking
her body.

�You�re due? As far as I know you�re not
even supposed to be a Death Eater, never mind a high ranking one.�

At the words Death Eater Draco flinched,
and his right hand seemed to twitch towards his left forearm.

His cool regained quickly, as he replied,
�Any son of a high ranking one can cash in on certain, pleasures.�

�Oh? Pleasures?
Like what Malfoy?� her voice had dropped to a low
level of menacing, as he approached her in a cocky self assured manner.

�Stop playing dumb Granger, I mean, Mrs Snape, and lets get down to the good
stuff.�

It was the moment she had been waiting for
as her fist flew and hit him right on the nose, causing blood to spurt out
fantastically.

Her fury suddenly seemed to release as she
continued to wail on Malfoy, until he was curled up
into a protective ball crying out for her to stop, as she continued to hit and
kick him, and finally thwacking him with her bag.

Some sense came into her, and breathing
deeply she shouted, at him �JUST BECAUSE I OFFERED HELP DOESN�T SUDDENLY MEAN
IT�S SEXUAL FAVOURS!� and with a final kick to his groin, she marched off,
everything askew, her face flushed red, but feeling somewhat better at having
vented out her frustration.

When she sat down to dinner, her friends
looked at her strangely, earning a grumpy glare from Hermione, until Ginny
timidly spoke up.

�Hermione, why do you have blood smeared
across your face?�

A look of shock passed across her face,
before she quickly rummaged in her bag for a mirror, and sure enough, there was
a large smear of blood from her cheek to her nose.

Quickly cleaning herself up, she turned to
her friends a black look on her face as she gave them a glossy overview about Malfoy, leaving out some of the more distasteful details.

Each of her friends silently thanked Malfoy for letting Hermione blow off some steam, each glad
that they were not him.

Word quickly got around that Malfoy had been badly beaten up, and there were theories on
who did it and why, until the tale became so fantastic, that Hermione had to
laugh out loud, causing a few skittish first years to quickly move to the other
side of the hall.

When she finally reached the dungeon dormitories
somewhere around nine o�clock, she was surprised to see Severus already there,
a huge pile of marking to be done.

However, the moment she entered, he put
down his quill and gave her a rather penetrating stare, until she felt him
suddenly invade her mind, pulling the incident with Draco to the fore.

Quickly snapping him away from her mind,
she glared at him. �Do you mind?�

�No,� he replied dismissively, �I just
wanted my suspicions verified, and that was the easiest manner to do so. Fifty points from Gryffindor for attacking another student.�

She opened and closed her mouth, her
frustration boiling up again, �WHAT DO YOU MEAN FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR?
IT WAS BLOODY DRACO MALFOY WHO ATTACKED ME FIRST!�

�But you continued to attack,� he replied
silkily, causing Hermione to throw her bag at his head.

He quickly ducked, but not fast enough as
it clipped his ear.

Peeking out from behind his desk, he found
her wand firmly trained on him, as she began to cast some hexes at him, with
years of practice in evidence, Severus cast a protego
spell, causing her hexes to harmlessly bounce off him, and with an ease that
caused Hermiones rage to boil over, he summoned her
wand into his hand.

Giving a shriek of frustration she hurled
herself at him, knocking them both off balance, so she landed atop of him; she
got a good hit in, before he grabbed hold of her wrists, and shifted his body
weight until he was atop of her.

�Wrong answer witch,� he growled,
his eyes cold and hard.

�You need to deduct points off of Slytherin you favoritist
bastard!� she shouted back.

�Now why would I do that?� he purred.

�WOULD YOU RATHER I LET DRACO RAPE ME?� she
head butted him, catching his nose letting a rather audible crunch vibrate
around the room.

�YOU LITTLE BITCH!� he shouted, as the
blood spattered hotly down upon her face.

�Would you?� she turned her face away from
his so his blood fell hot against her cheek.

�No I wouldn�t.� he growled, �But that had
no need for the violent beating you gave to Draco.�

�Oh yes it did!� she snarled, aiming to
knee him in the groin, and missing, instead kneeing his thigh.

With a growl, he hoisted her up, carrying
her like a sack of potatoes as he went to sit upon his desk chair, laying her stomach
flat across his lap.

�What the hell are you doing!� she
struggled against him, as he hoisted her robes and skirt up to reveal her panty
clad bottom.

�Revenge,� he hissed letting go a loud slap
across her ass.

His slaps mingled with her screams of �LET
ME GO YOU BASTARD!� until she quieted down, her breath coming in ragged gasps
punctuated by sobs.

Believing that she had sufficiently calmed
down his grip relaxed, and seeing her chance, she rolled her weight against him
until his chair crashed backwards into the wall, giving her some time to half
straddle him, and slap his face.

Before Severus could properly react, her
lips crashed against his, her teeth sinking into his lower lip, causing some
blood to flow, as she began to violently tear at his clothes, his frock buttons
pinging off around them, as Severus reacted back his hands tearing at her
robes.

Seeing his chest, she licked it, her eyes
blazing, as she unclasped his pants, and shoved them half hazardly
down, feeling his length under his boxers which she immediately shoved down.

Severus worked on pushing her skirt up and
pushing her panties to the side, roughly sliding his fingers into her warm
cunt, and rubbing against her clitoris, ensuring that she was ready.

Moaning loudly, she ground into his hand,
feeling his fingers curl within her.

Pulling his hand out with a pop, Severus
tore her panties off, feeling her warmth brush against his penis, as she began
to teasingly brush her soaking wet nether lips against him.

�Hermione,� he hissed, pulling her hips
closer to his, trying to get inside.

�Not until you tell me what I want,� she
growled, kissing him deeply, her tongue darted in, caressing his, her hands
tightly clasped onto him.

Pulling away, her face glazed by lust, she
murmured, �Take away points from Slytherin, you know
Draco deserves it,� she emphasized her point by letting him shallowly penetrate
her, before teasingly pulling away. �If you don�t, I can always gain some
satisfaction from my dildo.�

With a groan, and feeling all rationality
leave him, as she positioned her hot sheath above him, he gave in, murmuring,
�Fifty points from Slytherin.� before giving out a
loud moan as she slid down his length, taking him all in.

Their coupling was wild and frantic,
Severus fingers clenching onto her hips leaving deep bruises and half moon
circles from where his finger nails cut in.

And when she came around him howling,
Severus felt himself being milked, and unable to resist he came with a shout of
�One hundred points to Gryffindor!�

After, when their bodies had cooled down,
Hermione turned a satisfied face up to him, her smile ghosting her lips, until
she noticed the rather horrible angle his nose was at.

Severus took in her expression, and sighed,
glancing at her bruised wrists, and black eye, although he wasn�t quite sure
where it came from, he suspected it had occurred when she tried head butting
him.

�Shit, how are we going to explain this to
Poppy?� he grumbled, satisfied at hearing Hermione giggle.� Unable to help himself he let a smile ghost
his face, before her giggling became contagious, causing them both to burst
into loud laughter.

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�Oh dear oh dear,� Poppy exclaimed as they
sat flooed in, as she bustled them over to some beds.
�How did this happen?� Catching the look that passed between them, she added,
�Never mind my dears, I know with my Rupert and I, there were some things that
couldn�t be settled with words.�

Ignoring the figiting
that both suddenly seemed to be doing, she got to work on Severus� nose,
setting it back, although she did say that it wouldn�t quite be the same, but then she couldn�t fix everything like new.

Her bustling about gave Hermione a chance
to look around, and noticed curtains drawn around a bed.

Maybe it was Draco in there, she thought,
and when Poppy got to her, she asked.

�Yes, dear it is, poor thing could barely
walk, some Hufflepuff Seventh years found him.�

She caught Severus� meaningful glance, and
Hermione decided not to ask any more questions.

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To be honest, Severus was pissed off at
Draco.

What made him more pissed off was the fact
that he could really do nothing about it, although he did gain some
satisfaction from Hermione beating the crap out of the annoying little twerp.

When Hermione had come in, however, he
could tell that she was feeling the same frustration he was, so instead of
soothing her, he provoked.

By using such a manner both of them were
able to get it all out, albeit he was still a little tender around the nose.

What should have taken one week to prepare
for, it had taken nearly two, and Severus was damned determined to get her
protected this Friday.

But in between ever frequent staff
meetings, and having to deal with Slughorn about his
�wonder student Harry�, Severus was seeing his deadline approach him faster
than he would have liked, and in between brewing the potion at the exact time,
and making sure that the space to be purified wasn�t disturbed, he could feel
the pressure begin to start up again.

At dinner, Slughorn
had sat beside him and monopolized the conversation about how Harry was just like
Lily, having a brilliant knack for potions, and how he was sure that one day,
if Harry so chose, he would be a brilliant Potions Master.

Harry, Harry, Harry.

Severus had wanted to point out that no, it
was actually Hermione who was smartest in that year, but when he did, Slughorn twinkled at him and murmured something about,
�Being blinded by love.� Which caused his insides to boil.

He had a feeling, that part of Hermiones frustration was being outperformed in potions by
Harry, although he wasn�t sure why Harry had suddenly become super smart.

Something he had to look into, once this
week was over.

Draco recovered fairly well, except he
seemed a little more wary of Hermione, which wouldn�t prove to be a bad thing,
in Severus� opinion.

Some murmurs arose in the morning, when
Gryffindor had noticed Slytherin down fifty points
and Gryffindor up by fifty, [for of course, it wouldn�t show one hundred to
those who hadn�t seen it go down by fifty and then up one hundred], and
although some rumours passed, no one cast the
suspicion on the real culprit, for of course no one would actually believe that
it would be Snape.

Finally, much to both Severus� and
Hermione�s relief, Friday approached, and with that approachment,
came the other huge relief that yes, they did get everything ready on time.

Both giving their excuses, they met up in
their rooms, and after a moment, Hermione asked what she was to wear.

In answer, Severus held out a white silk
robe, that tied at the front, �told her to strip, and to wear the robe,
and only the robe.

Obediently she did so, curious to see as
Severus dressed himself similarly but in a black silk robe.

Tying the accompanying white thick
blindfold, Severus took her hand. He led her to his bookcase, and after pushing
a book in, revealed a steep stone passage, lit by flickering torches. Carefully
leading her down, Hermione could tell that there were more twists and turns
than she could count, and finally, from the echoes, when they came to an open
space, she felt him remove the blindfold to reveal a simple stone room, that held nothing but a large intricate white chalk
circle on the floor.

Severus clasped her robe, and took it off,
leaving the cold dungeon air to brush against her nude body, and with an
affirmative nod, went to stand in the middle of the circle, where Severus had
previously told her to stand.

Her back to Severus, she heard a rustle as
he removed his own robe, and felt herself quiver as his voice began the
chanting that came with the spell weaving.

A soft breeze from nowhere seemed to
activate, and the circle around her feet pulsed, and then seemed to flare white
as Severus began to circle counter clock wise seven times, before reversing to
clockwise for an even seven.

Each word seemed to flow out of his mouth
into the circle, tightly wrapping Hermione, in its binds, until she felt
everything go silent.

Tempted to move, she didn�t remembering
Severus� stern reprimand that when it went silent, to remain as she was, or
else the spell would be broken.

Suddenly, his voice started up behind her
again, but so close she knew he was inside the circle.

The feel of the brush against her skin,
told her that he had begun the second part of the spell, as he weaved the
potion paste upon her skin like paint, the symbols and markings so old, that
she only had vague ideas of what they were.

Bristles seemed to nibble against her, the
signage glaringly cold, and then hot against her skin, she could feel him
slowly make his way down her back, across her buttocks, caressing her thighs, before
finishing at her feet, and then starting back up again, in front of her.

His strokes on her inner thighs, seemed to
caress against her like a lovers touch, and when he moved away to paint her
stomach, she let out a soft whimper at the loss, until letting out a moan as he
painted her breasts.

In fascination, she watched as he carefully
began to paint her face, watching as each stroke he gave her the matching
stroke appeared on his flesh, each body matching stroke for stroke.

The brush, he placed gently into the wood
pot holding the potion paste, as he completed the work by carefully daubing his
fingers into the remains and drew the lines across her face, Hermione shivering
as the sensation of her fingers pulling into the paste, and she was almost certain
she could feel her own fingers drawing the exact same lines across Severus�
face.

Placing the bowl to the outside of the
circle, the third and final act would begin.

Hermione began by chanting, as Severus
circled ever closer, his breath hot against her.

His voice soon joined, the magic tunneling
around them, until the force became so strong, their bodies were nearly crushed
together.

Lips found lips, hands found hands, as the
magic compelled them to kiss and touch each other, their voices chanting in
between each kiss, each breath.

Not quite sure how it had happened,
Hermione found herself lying down, her body being carefully worshipped by
Severus, his chanting vibrating against her over sensitized skin, until her
chants became desperate calling him to fulfill the last act.

The call of her voice seemed to slowly pull
him to where she wanted, his voice steadily becoming more filled with passion,
until it broke, as he plunged himself into her wet velvety softness, the magic
blindingly white, as their bodies combined.

After, when it was complete, their bodies a
tangled mass, Hermione lifted her hand, to notice that the paint had dissolved
into her skin, and the chalk circle was nothing but a
smudge of white against the ground.

Severus� dark eyes seemed to be sleepily
observing her, and, with great effort, they left the area, tugging their robes
around them, Severus unsteadily tying the blindfold around her face, as she
held onto the brush and pot, as he carefully led her back out.

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AN: Now that Hermione�s protected, everyone can breathe a little easier
now. Well except for Harry, especially since Severus� seems to be sniffing his
little scheme out! For the spell, to be honest; I just imagined it. I know diddly squat about magic to be honest. :] And that goes for
plants as well!

The whole Hermione on a rampage part was
entirely unplanned. It just sort of poured out of my fingers and I went �well
ok.� xD

Thanks for the reviews, I wasn�t going to
post this today, but then I saw so many reviews and went �WELL, if so many
people like it, then I suppose I will post this today!�

I feel pumped for corrupting one more soul
into the Hermione/Snape fandom. ;3 <3
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