Disharmony in the Dungeons

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Chapter 38 ~ Override

All the Potions Master wanted was to bury himself inside Hermione. A part of him still balked, but the lust potion drove him forward. He felt he would explode if he didn’t fuck her. Hermione’s negligee was the first casualty of the lust potion. Severus wasted no time tearing it off her, knickers included. There was no foreplay. The Potions Master lifted her by her waist and slid her on to his cock, growling as he entered her warmth.

Hermione gasped, wrapped her arms around him and immediately orgasmed, tucking her face into his shoulder as she shuddered, whimpering against him. Severus hissed as she clamped around him, her pussy pulsating deliciously as her release rolled over him.

Beneath the haze of lust, Severus’ mind registered that his wife had responded to him powerfully. He might be driven by the lust potion, but Hermione wasn’t. Her reaction to him was a true one. She did still want him despite what he’d done to her. He knew she told him that, but he felt she was just trying to ease his guilt. But her orgasm upon receiving him was proof that she still desired him. With Hermione, that meant she still loved him. Desire and love went hand in hand with the witch.

The Potions Master felt his desire for her ease in intensity. It was still there, still strong, but he felt more in control of it. He was able to feel more than the urge to pound into her until he climaxed.

Severus was as susceptible to potions that altered emotions as anyone else, but as a Potions Master who often tested elixirs and substances that affected the body, he acquired the ability to override them to some extent. He could recover quicker than most people. His realization that Hermione still accepted him was having the effect of nullifying the lust potion, allowing him to regain control of his reactions to her. So instead of fucking her through her orgasm, he held her tight against him, letting her ride it out.

“I told you I needed you,” Hermione said softly against his throat, still pulsing around his cock.

“Yes, you did,” he replied, stroking her hair.

Suddenly Hermione pulled her head back from her husband’s shoulder and looked at him, shocked.

“You shouldn’t be talking. You should be fucking,” she said.

Most people under the influence of a lust potion didn’t speak, intent only on slaking their desires. Since her husband responded to her comment, Hermione could only surmise that the lust potion she gave him must have been expired or faulty.

“Damn,” she said, thinking Severus was going to put her down and withdraw from her again. But the Potions Master still held her, not moving, looking at her intensely, his cock still inside her

“I really think that should work the other way around, Hermione. We should be talking, not fucking. I sense a conspiracy here. You had Albus distract me so you could raid my stores, didn’t you?” he asked her.

When Hermione didn’t answer him immediately, he gave her a little thrust, making her gasp.

“Yes,” she sighed, trying to move on him, but he pulled her to him so she couldn’t budge. But he had to admit, it felt good to be inside her, to feel her around him again.

“The effects of many potions don’t last too long with me, Hermione, being that I constantly test them,” Severus said, his black eyes locked to hers as he held her. “The lust potion you gave me has been overridden. That was a very selfish and Slytherin-like act on your part, wife, forcing me to perform for you.”

“I didn’t know what else to do, Severus. You wouldn’t respond to anything I’d say or do, or even talk to me. I feel abandoned by you. As if you don’t have any feelings toward me anymore. And it’s not fair. I went through all of that to be by your side in your fight against Voldemort, and you turn away from me afterwards. You don’t touch me anymore, you sleep with your back to me. You spend hours away from me. It’s like you’re punishing me,” Hermione said. “I don’t deserve to be treated like this.”

Severus sighed and lifted his wife off of him, setting her gently on the floor. He took her hand and they walked into the bedroom. Severus lifted the covers of the bed and Hermione slid in. He slid in after her, and lay on his back, offering her his arm. She slid into his embrace. He noticed however, that his erection didn’t go down. That was a positive sign.

“Hermione,” he said, “My reaction might seem terrible to you, but your lack of reaction is equally upsetting to me. I can’t understand how you could go through what you went through and not show any effects of it. You were brutalized in front of hundreds of people by your husband, and physically damaged by him. Hermione, if not for the elixir, you would have died from the damage I did to you. That’s something I find hard to deal with. How can you not feel some anger and resentment for me? If I were a woman, I am sure I wouldn’t want the man who did that to me to ever touch me again,” he said to her.

“Severus, I did have a reaction, but it isn’t focused on you. Voldemort required that violence, not you. I have so much hatred in my heart, Severus, but it isn’t directed at you. It is directed at the Dark Lord. I hate him for putting us through what he did. He expressly told you that you had to be as brutal as possible to me, and I knew you had to follow his directives to get me the Mark. You did all you could to keep me from suffering. Perhaps if I felt the full impact of what you were doing, then I would back away from you. If I felt you tearing me, maybe I would be afraid to have you inside me again. But I was spared that. Yes, I felt the pain afterwards for a short bit of time, but I knew I would be healed, that I would get through it.”

“Severus, I had to come to terms with your darker side, your violent nature long before now. You killed Lucius. I had to deal with the fact that a wizard lost his life because of me. Then later, you carved up those two assassins, also because of me. Yes, I know it was you. Someone sent them after us. You sent whoever it was a strong message in return. In a horrible way, what you did made sense, and I’m sure that is just the tip of the iceberg of the things you’ve done before you were with me. But you are never violent without reason, or without a purpose. Your violence serves you. It’s a tool that allows you to move through the worlds you do. It enables you to survive.”

“Severus, you’ve been subjected to constant violence throughout your service to the Order. I knew from the beginning I would be required to suffer violence as well if I were to be any help to you. It would have come down to violence Severus, whether through you or not. Yes, I feel something about what happened that night. But I have put it all into getting revenge. I want to kill the Dark Lord so badly, that the thought of him dead makes me want to come,” she said vehemently, a black scowl on her face.

Severus was taken aback by Hermione’s murderous look and mien. Her eyes were narrowed and an almost unholy light fueled her expression. He pulled the witch tighter to him in reaction, listening as she continued.

“He had you do me that way to drive himself between us, Severus. So his presence will taint our lives together. I’ve managed to join him without him being able to exercise his full power on me, and even taken you beyond his reach. He hates me, Severus, as much as he needs me. He has your service, but I have your love and that is a challenge to his authority. Right now he’s hoping we have become divided because of the ritual. In my mind, it is him and not you that brutalized me. He tried to destroy us. He was the one who told me to disrobe. I was left at his feet when it was all over. You were the instrument of torture, but he was the one wielding the instrument. He was the one who hurt me. He is the one who will pay.”

Angry tears began to roll from Hermione’s eyes as she stared at the wall, not seeing anything but Voldemort dead, her rage pouring out of her, wetting Severus’ chest. Severus was wincing. During her outpouring, she had begun to dig her nails into his side, and she still clutched at him, drawing blood without knowing it. The Potions Master didn’t move, he took it. At least she was showing some reaction, some feelings about what happened to her. And he was getting some understanding as to how she was dealing with it. She was right. It was as if Voldemort were in their marriage bed, lying between them, letting his evil wash over them like poison. He had to cast the Dark Lord out of his psyche, he’d done enough damage to them. He’d pay for what was done to Hermione. Severus knew exactly how he’d pay too, if he had his way. Exactly.

The Potions Master looked at his wife. She was still crying. Well, he’d let her cry herself out. Then they could work on the healing.

Severus pulled her even closer and listened to her sobs, relieved that she’d finally let it out.

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A/N: Well, I started to write the lemon, but it took a decided turn. Severus needed to be involved fully, not controlled by a potion. But don’t worry, there will be makeup sex. But it will be mutual, rather than one-sided. Please review.