Disharmony in the Dungeons

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Chapter 37 ~ Albus Comes Through

Things continued as they were for about a week. Severus slept in bed with Hermione, but wouldn’t touch her, he felt so much guilt, and guilt was an emotion the Potions Master was completely unfamiliar with, as was remorse. His entire life he had done what he had to do, knowing that was his only option. In the case of Hermione taking the Mark, he had followed his usual path…but his heart was so invested in his wife that he couldn’t come to terms with what he’d done. He felt in his heart that Hermione should hate him. Hate him and hate his touch.

Hermione talked to Severus until she was blue in the face, to no avail. But the worst was yet to come. Hermione was missing Severus’ loving. She still desired her husband and wanted him to fuck her. Severus wouldn’t make any attempt to do this. Finally, Hermione attacked him while he slept, sliding under the covers and giving him a blowjob. Severus woke up immediately and tried to make her stop, but she didn’t…at first. After a couple of minutes, it was clear that the Potions Master wasn’t responding to her attentions at all. For the first time in his life, Severus Snape, sex god, couldn’t get an erection. His guilt simply ran too deep.

Hermione did what any good wife would do. She reassured him and said it could happen to anyone, and he was bound to get better. She snuggled up to him and kissed him, but after a while he slipped his arm out from under her and turned to the wall again, as he had been doing every night.

In class, Severus was a complete monster. He lashed out at his students like a scourge, tearing points from the flesh of their houses, whipping them with detentions with Filch for the slightest infractions, real or imagined. And many were imagined. When Albus tried to talk to him about his behavior, Severus actually told him to mind his own bloody business. The Headmaster was taken aback by this, but realized the Potions Master had to be truly out of sorts to address him in such a manner. He thought he’d better speak to his other half.

Albus was aware that Hermione took the Mark, and had already indoctrinated her into the Order. He knew the requirements of taking the Mark, and didn’t want to think of Hermione going through that. They sat down and had a candid talk, and Hermione revealed that Severus was the one who brutalized her, rather than a group of deatheaters, and that he had done great damage to her, but brought her back and healed her instantly. She hesitated about telling Albus what had happened to his virility because of it, but found the Headmaster very understanding about it. He had gone through something similar years ago, when he had been forced to sacrifice some members of the Order when fighting the evil of Grindelwald back in 1945. He lost his fire immediately afterwards much to the chagrin of one Minerva McGonagall.

“What did you do, Headmaster?” Hermione asked him.

Albus looked over his glasses at her.

“I did much like Severus is doing now. I turned away from Minerva and lashed out at others. I was quite a bastard if I say so myself,” he said, looking a bit distant.

“I mean, did you ever get your ‘fire’ back?” Hermione asked him, blushing slightly. Discussing the Headmaster’s ability to get an erection was a conversation she never dreamed she’d be having, particularly with the Headmaster himself.

“Ah yes, with some help from Minerva,” he said.

“I’ve tried ‘helping’ Severus. Nothing happens,” Hermione said glumly

“Oh, well Minerva tried the usual means as well, to no effect,” Albus said, blushing a bit himself. “She had to find another way. Quite sneaky. It definitely placed her in the shadow of Slytherin house. But it worked.”

“What did she do?” Hermione asked, hoping Albus would reveal it.

“Quite simple really. A lust potion in a glass of pumpkin juice. I couldn’t help but find my fire after that. And once found, it has never been extinguished again,” he said, grinning at her.

Hermione suppressed a shudder. She liked the Headmaster, but didn’t want to imagine the old wizard still getting wood.

“Of course, a lust potion! Why didn’t I think of that?” Hermione said, frowning.

“You were probably too caught up. Sometimes the simplest answers are the hardest to come by,” the Headmaster said. “So I trust you will get our Potions Master back up to snuff. The houses are all running out of points. Even Slytherin is running low which is completely uncharacteristic on Severus’ part.”

Severus rarely ever took points from his own house. Just more proof the wizard was definitely not himself.

“You certainly can trust he will be restored. Hopefully tonight. But I need a chance to raid his stores…”

She looked at the Headmaster consideringly

“Headmaster, do you think…” she began.

“Of course I’ll distract him,” Albus replied, his blue eyes twinkling.

“Do you think you can work him up to want a drink when he returns?” Hermione asked the Headmaster who looked at her soberly.

“Hermione, I don’t think there is a time that Severus doesn’t want a drink after spending time with me,” he smirked. Hermione laughed. He was right. Severus always went straight to the liquor cabinet when he returned from a meeting with Albus.

The Headmaster rose.

“I will contact him before the end of his last class so he comes to my office immediately afterwards. How long will you need?” Albus asked her.

“Around forty-five minutes,” Hermione replied. She probably didn’t need that much time but better safe than busted.

“Forty-five minutes it is then,” Albus said, heading for the study exit. He turned to her.

“I wish you luck, Mrs. Snape,” he said his blue eyes bright, “in returning our Potions Master to the upstanding wizard we know he is.”

Hermione groaned at the thinly veiled joke as Albus left, then shook her head and looked at the clock. Severus would be done with his last class in an hour. She’d wait a few minutes, then slip into his classroom, unward his stores and get the strongest lust potion he had. He kept an assortment to keep his supply well rounded. Getting him to drink the potion was another story. He would discern the taste in a drink. Possibly she could get him to down a shot. It would be swallowed before he could identify it. He’d be furious, but then…

Hermione smiled wickedly. Then it wouldn’t really matter, would it?

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At precisely ten minutes after four, Hermione opened the study, walked through Severus’ office and into his classroom. He was gone. Albus had snagged him. Hermione walked to the potions stores and unwarded the doors. She knew the wards well, since she often had to get healing potions after vigorous nights with her husband. How she missed those vigorous nights.

She opened the door, and a torch immediately flared. That was new. Severus must have gotten tired of turning it on and off with magic. She shuffled through the potions and found was she was looking for. She read the label.

Intercourse Eternal.

That sounded about right. She read the instructions. Two drops in fluid. She could do that. But she didn’t want to take the whole bottle. She poked around in the pull out drawers beneath the shelving near the floor of the storeroom and found a cache of eyedroppers. She carefully opened the lust potion and drew out two nice sized drops. She cast a containment spell on the dropper so the contents wouldn’t be accidentally squeezed out, resealed the bottled and returned it to its proper place. She then re-warded the storeroom and hurried back to the study. She had a few other preparations to make for her husband.

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Severus stepped through the floo scowling, to find Hermione sitting in the armchair. She was dressed in her housecoat and her hair was damp. He could smell the jasmine scent she wore. It smelled good.

“Hello, Severus. Had a visit with Albus?” she asked him.

Severus looked at her suspiciously.

“Yes, but how did you know?” he asked her.

“You have a certain scowl you wear after visiting with him,” Hermione smirked. Severus didn’t doubt it.

“The man is infuriating. He had me up there discussing his problems with Minerva. It seems he needed an ear. It was horrible. I now have images of Minerva and Albus swimming in my head that should not be there,” he said, shuddering a little and starting for the liquor cabinet.

Hermione jumped up.

“Sit down, Severus. You’re all stressed out. I’ll fix your drink for you,” she said.

“Thank you,” he replied, taking a seat in the armchair she just vacated. Normally he would have kissed Hermione hello when he stepped through the floo, no matter his mood. But, since the night of the ritual…there wasn’t even that kind of contact.

Hermione pulled out a shot glass, poured in some firewhiskey and stealthily slipped the dropper out of her pocket and added the drops of potion to the drink. She replaced the dropper into her pocket, picked up the shot and carried it over to Severus.

“I wanted a drink, not a shot,” he said, taking the small glass and glaring at it.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Severus. I’ll fix you a larger drink,” Hermione said, walking back to the cabinet, holding her breath.

Severus looked at the shot of firewhiskey for a moment and decided not to waste it. He chucked it down. Then his eyes went wide. He turned to Hermione.

“Hermione, you put lust potion in that drink!” he said accusingly.

“I most certainly did. I believe it was called ‘Intercourse Eternal,’” she said smiling and walking back toward him, her hands untying the sash of her robe.

“Intercourse Eternal! That’s the strongest lust potion in my stores,” the Potions Master said, scowling at her.

Hermione slipped off her robes, revealing a rather sheer negligee in Slytherin green. It left nothing to the imagination.

“It sure is. I want to be fucked, Severus. You haven’t touched me in over a week and I’m fucking horny. I’ve just made certain that you’re going to be horny too,” she said walking toward him slowly.

Severus ran a finger around the collar of his robes. He was starting to feel rather warm. He didn’t know if it was from the potion or what his wife was wearing. More than likely, both. He felt a stirring in his loins as his cock began to swell.

Hermione watched his robes start to tent and gave her husband a lascivious smile.

“Welcome back, little Severus,” she said, grinning at the Potions Master's boxers, “You’ve been sorely missed.”

Severus began to unbutton his robes, looking a little helpless.

“Hermione, I don’t want to do this,” he said as his fingers flew down the front of his robes.

“That’s not what little Severus says,” Hermione replied moving in front of him. Then she sobered.

“Severus, I love you and I miss you. I need this. I need you.” she said softly.

“But Hermione…I might hurt you,” he said as he peeled off his robes. The potion had put his body on automatic, but his mind was still stuck on stupid.

“Severus, you’ve never hurt me in a bad way when we fuck. Certainly there is some ache, but it’s a good ache. You aren’t at the ritual now. You’ll be good like you always are,” she said soothingly, pressing her body against him, as he unbuttoned his cuffs. She moved away so he could access his shirt.

The Potions Master’s eyes were dark with lust as he looked at his wife. The potion had worked his way into his system. Hermione creamed herself at that look. It felt like forever since he’d looked at her like that.

“I can’t be held responsible for what I’m about to do to you,” he growled, pulling off his shirt, dropping it on the floor and going at his pants with a vengeance.

Hermione’s eyes glowed as she watched him remove his pants, shoes and socks. His silk boxers were drawn up tight around his balls, his cock was so engorged and extended.

“Little Severus isn’t so little,” Hermione said, biting her lip and looking up at her husband. “As a matter of fact, I believe he’s going to make a ’huge impact’ on this evening’s activities.”

Albus must have rubbed off on her.

Severus growled in response, and moved into Hermione purposefully.

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A/N: Now, to write the actual lemon or let it be implied? Hmm. What to do, what to do? Let me leave it up to my lusty lil readers. Please review, ya'll. I'm off to bed. Night night.