Disharmony in the Dungeons

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Chapter 32 ~ Moving Forward

If the Potions Master had asked his wife how she enjoyed anal sex the night before, he would have gotten a much more amicable answer than he did in the morning. The moment Hermione rolled off her husband and landed on her back on the bed, the ache hit her. The obscenity that flew from her mouth woke Severus.

“Are you all right?” he asked his wife, his sleep-filled eyes full of concern.

Hermione grimaced at him as her ass throbbed.

“Did you use your cock last night or a white hot pole?” she replied, “Severus, you didn’t say anything about it hurting this much afterwards”

The Potions Master had the grace to look sheepish at least.

“Well, you were more concerned about the act itself, so naturally that’s what I addressed,” he responded. “I was thinking about the ‘here and now,’ not the ‘morning after.’”

Hermione tried to sit up and quickly went prone again. She looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“This hurts more now than when you actually were fucking me,” she said.

Severus blinked at her, then started, remembering the pain and healing potions he had brought from his stores. He reached a long arm to the night table and gathered up the vials.

“But I did think about you, see?” he said, opening the purple vial and helping her to lean up, “Drink this. You’ll feel better.”

Hermione scowled at him as he brought the potion to her lips, but drank it down. She looked at him for a few moments, then sighed with relief and sat up. Severus offered her another vial.

“Healing potion,” he said, “There has to be a little rawness…”

“A little?” Hermione snorted. “I’d like to see how ‘little’ rawness your asshole would feel after someone shoved a bat up it.”

Severus didn’t know what to say to this. He had never been fucked in the ass, and didn’t intend to be. He was the fucker, not the fuckee. He handed her the potion, and she drank that down too.

The Potions Master looked rather helpless as his black eyes looked at her worriedly. Hermione blinked at him, and her heart softened a little.

“You’re lucky I love you so much,” she said, giving him a little smirk.

Severus visibly relaxed at this declaration from his wife and looked at her soberly. He thought this too. It was the same sentiment he held from the first time he deflowered her years ago. It was a sentiment that would probably never change.

“I know,” Severus said shortly. Then he kissed her on the mouth. “Thank you for loving me so much, Hermione.”

Hermione almost melted.

“It wasn’t so bad after you got started,” she said, “but I haven’t fallen in love with it like Denise did.”

Severus stiffened. How did she know Denise’s name? He told Hermione about the women he was involved with, but never their names. The Potions Master stared at her, his brow furrowed.

“Hermione, how do you know Denise’s name?” he asked her.

Shit. She hadn’t meant to let him know the witch had come by to see him. Hermione felt her husband starting to probe her mind and dropped her mental walls down like a portcullis. Severus looked at her. His wife had become quite a good Occulmens. The only reason he felt her close herself off was because she wanted him to. She could discern him entering her mind almost every time he tried it now.

“Why don’t you just wait until I answer you instead of trying to pry it out of my head?” Hermione chided him.

“I’m waiting,” he said darkly.

“She came here looking for you one day. She didn’t know you had married, and we chatted a little while,” Hermione replied.

Severus didn’t know what to say. If a wizard Hermione used to fuck came by wanting to see her, the Potions Master certainly wouldn’t be interested in having a little chat with him. He’d beat the shit out of him and send him on his way. He looked at Hermione. There was no need to ask her what they talked about, since her comment about not liking anal sex as much as Denise said it all.

“That must have been awkward for her,” Severus said, imagining in his mind what it must have been like for her to come to his rooms looking for sex and finding a young, pretty wife instead of him. She had to have been pretty randy to visit him. Denise had never sought the Potions Master out before. He always went to her. Ah well. He had a wife now. Denise would just have to find someone else to plug her.

“Yes,” Hermione said, “I felt a little sorry for her.”

Severus quirked an eyebrow at his compassionate wife.

“Really? Maybe I should have given her a farewell ream, then,” he said grinning slightly.

“Not if you want your cock and your balls to remain attached to each other,” Hermione replied, her eyes narrowing. “I didn’t feel THAT sorry for her.”

It was one thing for him to soullessly fuck deatheaters for Voldemort’s twisted pleasure in the course of his duty as a spy…but the idea of him fucking a woman for his own pleasure drove her almost as mad as it did Severus when he thought about another wizard touching her.

Severus reveled in the powerful emotions of jealousy radiating from his wife. It reassured him immensely about how she felt about him, though it was a pretty dangerous emotion to pull out of her. His morning erection throbbed.

“I was joking, Hermione,” the Potions Master said placatingly.

“Well, I wasn’t,” Hermione said, her nostrils flaring as she attempted to climb over him and leave the bed. He grabbed her, trapping her straddled on top of him. She looked down at him, aware of the glint in his eye.

“Severus, no…” she started to say as the Potions Master shifted, holding one of her arms tightly and positioning his hard organ against her entrance. With a grunt he thrust his hips upward strongly, penetrating Hermione. She gasped as he parted and filled her in one long slide. He felt delicious as he always did and she went limp for a moment.

“Yes,” he replied, his eyes going half-lidded with pleasure as he began to fuck her.

When Hermione finally escaped the bed, she was in a much, much better state of mind.

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Hermione successfully completed university and received as usual, the highest marks in years. She graduated Magna Cum Laude, and was a Spells Mistress in good standing. She had hardly made it off the podium before the owls started arriving, offering her positions in both the private and the public sectors.

Severus was proud of her, but also apprehensive. The honeymoon was truly over now, and the Dark Lord was anxious for Hermione to join his ranks. Hermione presenting the evil wizard with a list of conditions wouldn’t be taken well, but Severus knew Voldemort. He would make allowances, particularly when he found out just how accomplished his wife was.

After graduation, the Potions Master had to endure Hermione’s graduation party. It was the first time Severus had ever had a celebration in his private quarters. They had opened the door between Hermione’s rooms and his own to accommodate their guests. Albus and Minerva were there, as well as most of the Hogwarts staff who had taught her over the years. Harry was there as was Ron and his wife, along with Tonks and Kingsley. Ginny also put in an appearance with her latest conquest, a delicious dark-haired, dark-eyed olive-skinned young wizard who spoke with a middle-eastern accent and reeked of sensuality. The red-haired witch didn’t stay long, saying Ahmed was extremely tired and needed a ‘lie-down.” Hermione laughed and waved her off. Same old Ginny.

Remus Lupin put in an appearance, looking pale and tired as he helped himself to some chicken wings. Although Severus was still working on a cure for him, the werewolf was fast declining. The potion that kept him lucid while in animal form was not working the way it used to. He had to drink almost four liters of it to keep his humanity now. It broke Hermione’s heart to see Remus like this, and she talked to him for a few minutes, promising that she would work with her husband to find a cure in time. He smiled at her sadly.

“Maybe it would be better if you didn’t find a cure in time, Hermione. I’m so tired. The idea of eternal rest is quite attractive to me, “ he said, “No more struggle, no more pain, no more fear that I am going to come to one morning covered in the blood of some poor bloke I ran across in my werewolf form.”

Hermione placed a sympathetic hand on his cheek.

“Remus, if you’re cured, life will get better. No one will be able to hold you back or put restrictions on your life. You could work, find a wife, and have lots of little Remuses. You could live a good life. Please, don’t lose hope. We’ll find a cure for you,” she said.

Severus watched his wife interact with Remus. As jealous as he was, he didn’t feel threatened. The werewolf was in too bad a way to have designs on any woman, much less his wife. It was only because Hermione cared about the tainted wizard so much that Severus didn’t stop working on a cure for him. The Potions Master never forgot Remus had almost killed him, due to a prank by Sirius Black. It wasn’t the werewolf’s fault, but still it happened, and Severus wasn’t a forgiving soul by a long shot. The situation also put him in a life debt to Harry’s father, James…who had saved him from a horrible death. A life debt he worked out by protecting his son, Harry Potter to the best of his ability.

At least he didn’t have to watch over the Auror as much now. He was a grown wizard, and had acquired quite a few skills and was capable of saving his own ass. Harry was in the Order, and still considered the best weapon against Voldemort, due to the Prophecy. Severus didn’t believe in destiny per se. He believed men created their own destinies by their own acts. Albus was of the mind that they should do nothing about Voldemort, other than thwart his evil plans whenever he attempted them, and arrest his deatheaters at every turn. But as far as attacking the Dark Lord himself, the Headmaster was waiting for the confrontation between Voldemort and Harry to settle the matter once and for all. Severus thought this stupid, and had decided that he and Hermione would kill the Dark Lord if and when the opportunity arose, and would work toward that end. Fuck Albus, fuck Harry and fuck the Prophecy. This madness had gone on long enough. The Potions Master was ready to be free of both Albus and Voldemort. True, Albus was kinder than the Dark Lord, but just as focused and demanding. He expected his orders to be carried out.

Since marrying Hermione, Severus got a glimpse of what his life could be like. Working for the Order had been his whole life because he had nothing else to live for when he entered Albus’ service. The Potions Master looked at his smiling wife, working the crowd of guests, his dark eyes softening somewhat. He had something to live for now. His own happiness with a witch that for some reason loved him deeply. He even thought of having a family, being a father, a whole new generation of Slytherins bursting from his loins.

There had been a scary moment the year before when Hermione thought she might be pregnant. She had been scared to tell him, and at first he was very upset about the possibility, especially concerning their plans for the Dark Lord. But when she came to him one evening and told him it was a false alarm, he had felt a twinge of disappointment. A small twinge, but he was aware of it. It shocked him that he wanted to be a father, and see Hermione waddling around the castle, big with his child.

If they could kill the Dark Lord, then that dream could become a reality. Severus was determined to destroy Voldemort, and not for the noble purpose of ridding the wizarding world of his evil, but for the selfish purpose of being free to live his own life. It was this desire that made Severus Snape even more dangerous to Voldemort than Harry Potter or any Prophecy. The Potions Master let no one get in the way of his plans, even the most feared wizard in the wizarding world. As far as Severus was concerned, Voldemort’s days on this earth were numbered…and he was the one counting them down.

He looked over at his wife, who turned and caught him staring at her. She gave him a bright smile that seemed to envelop the entire study in a bright glow. Yes, he had to kill that fucking despot, and be free of him once and for all.

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The very next day, Hermione and Severus sat down to discuss her taking the Mark. There was a ritual involving sex with several deatheaters that all female inductees had to go through, which was witnessed by Voldemort and the entire army of deatheaters. Hermione blanched at this.

“Can’t I make it a condition that I don’t have to go through that ritual?” Hermione said.

“No. It is Voldemort’s way of becoming intimate with his female followers, seeing them at their most vulnerable, most primal state, as well as removing any sense of self-worth and modesty. He breaks them down before he accepts them,” Severus said, his dark eyes focused on his wife’s face.

“Severus, I don’t want to be gangbanged by deatheaters,” she said. Surely her husband wouldn’t want other men fucking her.

“I don’t want you touched!” Severus said vehemently, “There may be another way, but it will still require you to be publicly fucked, wife. By me. And not nicely either. The Dark Lord might accept you being taken by me, as long as it is not a loving act. I would have to brutalize you in order to satisfy him,” the Potions Master said, his heart sinking. Hermione had no idea how brutal he could be in the Dark Lord’s service.

“So you would have to fuck me in front of Voldemort and all the deatheaters?” she asked him.

“Yes, if we are to accomplish our goal,” he said, “of course, it is your choice Hermione whether or not to take the Mark. But know this, if you do not, my life is forfeit. And if that occurs, Voldemort’s evil will run more rampant than it already does.”

Hermione was angered that Severus would even think she would abandon him. She had come into this marriage knowing she would be required to take the Mark and to do some things that she would find unsavory, just as Severus did. She could also alleviate some of his duties under Voldemort…such as his being forced to sexually entertain him. Then he would be solely hers in body as well as heart. She looked at her husband.

“Severus, I would never abandon you. I’ll do what I have to do to take the Mark,” she said.

Severus was proud of his wife’s courage. She was strong. He reached across the table and covered her hand with his.

“Thank you, Hermione,” he breathed. “If you like, I will administer a potion to you that will enable you to detach yourself from the act. It is invocable, and will be painless, although you will still have to act and sound as if you are being brutalized.”

Severus knew he would have to take Hermione completely for the Dark Lord to be satisfied. No part of her could be left untouched. Basically, he’d be expected to treat her like a whore. He would be able to do it, simply because if he didn’t it could mean both their deaths. But it didn’t give him pleasure to think of treating his wife as he did those willing women in the Dark Lord’s circle. She had always been so good to him. Then he steeled himself. There was more at stake than his one-time brutalization of Hermione. It would be worth it in order to have her gain Voldemort’s confidence. She had already presented him with an idea to kill the Dark Lord that sounded very promising, involving her ability to alter spells. The only problem would be Peter Pettigrew…but he could be dealt with.

Hermione considered her husband’s offer to give her a potion that would allow her to detach herself and remove the pain. She thought this a good idea.

“Yes, Severus. I’ll need the potion,” she said. He nodded, and pushed the parchment and quill that lay before him toward her.

“Now we need to write the conditions of your service to the Dark Lord. He will first wonder why a friend and staunch ally of Harry Potter would take the Mark, regardless of your being my wife. He has heard of your loyalty, so this will be an issue with him that must be allayed,” Severus said.

Hermione thought about this.

“The Dark Lord probably understands self-interest quite well,” she said thoughtfully. “and he knows I am a person of logic and intellect. I can tell the Dark Lord that I have been around Harry for many years and don’t believe Harry or the Order is capable of defeating him, and that he will be victorious in taking over the wizarding world. It would be in my best interest to serve him and be on the winning side when that happens,” Hermione said.

Severus nodded. It was a very good reason…one that would also inflate the Dark Lord’s already inflated ego. Voldemort would look quite kindly on Hermione for expressing such belief in his abilities. The Dark Lord was, like most tyrants, extremely vain and enjoyed praise.

“That will work,” he said, “Put that down at the top.”

Severus and Hermione worked on the list for hours until they were both satisfied they worked in as many conditions as possible. All were understandable. The Dark Lord would hedge, but Severus was sure he would concede. Hermione was too valuable. Of course, Voldemort could just decide to threaten to kill Severus if she didn’t join him, but there was the possibility that he could lose both of them if he went that way.

Voldemort had tried that with Narcissa Malfoy, and she wouldn’t budge on it, despite Lucius’ beatings and his subsequent torture by the Dark Lord. Voldemort finally realized that Narcissa would let Lucius die if she had to, and left her alone. The Mistress of Malfoy Manor certainly would have let her cruel husband die and was rather disappointed when he didn’t.

The list completed, Severus made a duplicate of it and gave it to his wife, then rolled up the parchment and walked into his bedroom, followed by Hermione. She watched as he changed into his robes and skull mask, pulling his pointed hood over his head, her amber eyes widening at her husband’s transformation into one of the most hated beings of the wizarding world. A Deatheater.

Severus looked at her through the eyeholes of the half-mask, his charcoal eyes glinting and it made her blood run cold. The Potions Master didn’t attempt to kiss her goodbye. He reached out for Voldemort mentally, asking to come into his presence. The Mark began to burn, and he grimaced, grasping his forearm.

Hermione moved toward him, but he held up one pale hand to stop her.

“I’ll be back,” he said…and disapparated.

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A/N: Severus is on his way to present Voldemort with a list of conditions from Hermione. How will the Dark Lord react? And what about him brutalizing his wife in front of the Dark Lord and his constituents? Some dark stuff coming up. Please review.