Disharmony in the Dungeons

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Chapter 43 ~ The Switch

When Hermione returned to her rooms, Severus was already in bed. He had an issue of Potions Today for company. He watched as his wife peeled off her deatheater robes and mask, then ran into the bathroom. There was the sound of water running and intense brushing that lasted well over three minutes. Then there was a gargling sound that also lasted quite a while. Finally Hermione came out, her lips looking rather swollen.

"I take it you kissed Peter," Severus said, an eyebrow arched. He was unable to get angry because of how Hermione had hit the bathroom, trying to scrub and gargle her interlude with the wizard away. He must have tongue-kissed her.

Hermione quickly undressed, put away the hated robes, donned her nightie and jumped into the bed, practically landing on a surprised Severus. She leaned close to him, puckering.

"Kiss me, Severus, quick!" she demanded.

Always ready to oblige his wife, Severus gave her a long, juicy, possessive kiss. Finally Hermione pulled away, panting, then sighed and fell against him.

"Thank you. If you hadn't kissed me quickly, I might have been put off from kissing forever,' she said shuddering.

"That bad, eh?" Severus asked her as she lay with her back against him. He smoothed her hair.

"You have no idea," Hermione said grimacing. "He is truly disgusting."

Severus looked at her, and his curiosity took over.

"Let me see," he said.

Hermione looked at him.

"Severus, if I let you see, you are going to go into a rage and want to kill him and probably fuck me into conniptions because you're jealous. I'm not feeling up to getting ridden like you're heading for the home stretch tonight. I'm stressed and tired," she said, moving away from him and laying flat on her back. Severus looked down at her, thinking she was definitely in the wrong position if she didn't want to get ridden.

"I promise I won't kill Peter and I won't 'ride' you tonight," Severus said. He didn't emphasize 'tonight' but he might as well have. He was still feeling possessive, if not actual anger. When he finally got to Hermione, it would come out as it always did, whether tonight, tomorrow or next week. Severus' cock was like an elephant in this respect. It never forgot.

"Fine. Go ahead, Severus. I warn you, it's not pretty," Hermione said.

Severus looked into his wife's mind. He saw Peter entering the lab, and Hermione striking a sexy pose against the counter, and talking suggestively to the wizard, and him responding to her like he was a dog on point. Severus' eyebrows went up as his wife strode toward the fat wizard sexily, pressing her body to his and kissing him. The Potions Master's eyebrows dropped to form the upper half of a thick, black frown when Peter pulled Hermione to him and ground himself against her, his chubby hands sliding over the curve of her ass. His frown got blacker when Hermione pulled away from his mouth and told him to release her and he held on. Finally Peter let her go when she threatened him with regretting the kiss. Hermione walked away from the wizard and sat back down as Peter told her she could watch him brew tomorrow. Hermione dismissed him, then ran to the wastebasket and vomited. Severus withdrew from his wife's mind and looked down at her.

Hermione could see the thought of fucking her within an inch of her life flash across Severus' face.

"Don't even think about it, Severus. What I did, I did in the line of duty. Besides, I threw up. That's punishment enough," she said.

"I wasn't thinking anything like that," the Potions Master lied. "But I'm going to kick his ass when this is all over, you can count on that. You may have kissed him, but you didn't give him permission to grope you."

Hermione shuddered.

"Please, Severus, let's not talk about it. My stomach is starting to feel queasy again. It might be worse tomorrow," she said.

"Worse?" Severus asked her.

"Yes. I'll have to distract him before he starts brewing so I can switch the venom. He's going to have to be very distracted," she said in a low voice.

Severus frowned at her.

"What are you going to do?" he asked, a tightness in his chest.

"I don't know," she said honestly. "I'll think of something. Good night, Severus," Hermione said, rolling over on her side.

Severus leaned over her and placed his magazine of Potions Today on the nightstand. He then lay down and spooned around his wife, pulling her into him. His cock hardened a little and he couldn't help pressing it against her soft buttocks.

"Sleep," Hermione said sleepily.

Severus complied.

It was only a few hours until morning.

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Severus reclaimed Hermione early the next morning when he woke with his wake-up erection. Hermione usually let him relieve himself with a morning quickie, and was used to being awakened by him nuzzling her neck as he slid inside of her. Good morning fucks were the only time Severus was quick and not intent on bringing her to orgasm. Hermione didn't mind it. He felt wonderful anyway. Besides, when she orgasmed in the morning, she had a hard time getting started on her day, her inclination being to sleep a little longer afterwards.

But this morning, he fucked her good and hard, wrapping his arms around Hermione and holding her securely in place as he buried his cock in her to the hilt. Severus lasted almost half an hour and Hermione had two full-blown orgasms before he came. He didn't whisper she belonged to him this time, but she knew it had been a 'you're mine" fuck because it was so intense and thorough. Afterwards, they showered together, had breakfast in Hermione's rooms, then headed for their respective classes.

Hermione's theory of Spell Making class only had about ten students. It was new, and an elective. It hadn't caught on yet, but the pupils who enrolled were there because they wanted to be. Hermione was glad for the small class, and the students found it interesting, because Hermione would give demonstrations of altered spells, showing them what could be done. A couple of her students expressed interest in pursuing a Spell Making degree, and it made Hermione feel very good to know that she had made that kind of impact on them. She found she enjoyed teaching very much.

After a productive class, Hermione returned to her rooms and set about doing some serious thinking as to how she would distract Peter long enough to pull the switch. She ran over several scenarios in her mind and shuddered as she came to the best possible action. Kissing him and having him grope her had been bad enough. This would be decidedly worse. At least she wouldn't be fucking him or touching any parts of him remotely sexual. She decided that she would have to take a very strong anti-nausea potion before reporting to Voldemort's labs. She also decided not to tell Severus her plan. It would definitely send him off the deep end.

She spent the day centering herself for the evening ahead. She had to play this out exactly right, or Peter might get lucky. Gods…that just couldn't happen. She would have her wand ring just in case. The idea of stunning the fat little bastard appealed to her, too. But she didn't want to have to do that, because then she would have to obliviate him. She had thought about this long and hard, and knew Voldemort often used legilimency on his aide, and might get suspicious if he came across the obliviation signature in Peter's mind. Wiping memories always left a small glitch on the mind of the victim, easily identifiable by anyone familiar with obliviation. Hermione had no doubt the Dark Lord was quite familiar with it. So she would have to pull this off leaving Peter's mind intact.

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The hours of the day seemed to pass extremely quickly. Severus arrived after class and knew immediately that something was disturbing his wife. She wouldn't tell him what, but he had a good idea. She had to pull the switch tonight and distract Peter. When the time arrived for her to depart for Voldemort's stronghold, Severus pulled her into his arms.

"Hermione, you are a strong, intelligent witch. You will be successful, don't worry. Do what you need to do," he told her, kissing her on the mouth lightly. She needed his support and he gave it to her, along with his blessing.

This made Hermione feel better about her plans. Her husband seemed to really understand that she had to make sacrifices like he did. She felt a new resolve.

"Thank you, Severus," she said, her amber eyes looking up at him with love. Then she gave him a tentative little smile and disapparated.

When she arrived at the throne room, Peter and the Dark Lord were engaged in deep conversation. Voldemort nodded at her and waved her through. He was too busy to ogle her this time. Hermione walked to her lab and tried to focus on the spell she was working on. The shredder spell was horrible effective. The poor nifflers she tried it on were ripped to bloody shreds as they keened in agony, Hermione crying the entire time. She hated the Dark Lord for his twisted imagination. Hated him for making her do this. Well, hopefully he would soon be a bad memory.

A knock sounded on the door, and Peter walked in, not waiting for her to invite him. He was the one with the power this time. He smiled at her a bit lasciviously.

"Are you ready to watch me work, Hermione?" he asked her.

Hermione smiled at him sexily.

"I most certainly am, Peter. I'm all excited already," she gushed, taking the fat wizard's arm. Peter patted her hand.

"I'm certain you'll be impressed by my technique, Hermione. I am quite adept at making this elixir. I could do it with my eyes closed," he said, giving her a toothy grin as he escorted her out of the door and down the hall to his lab. His teeth were discolored.

Peter opened the door for Hermione and let her into the lab, his eyes on her ass as he followed her. Merlin, he wanted to hit that. He stopped at the counter. Hermione could see he had the cauldron and distiller going. The ingredients were neatly arranged on the counter a little distance from the glassworks. She saw the bottle of venom. It was within reach.

Peter explained what the ingredients were as he began to add them to the cauldron. The last ingredient would be the venom. Hermione watched as he went through each, her stomach clenching. She had to do something. She started opening her robes. She had worn a very low cut shirt and push-up bra that made her cleavage drool-worthy.

"Peter," she said, "You are sooooo methodical. I love a methodical man,' she breathed. Peter turned and saw her luscious cleavage. His fat fingers flexed. Hermione hesitated then walked up to him.

"Your hands are so sure when you're adding measurements. I bet they are sure when they do other things," she said in a low, suggestive voice.

"They are. Very sure," he breathed, looking at her milky globes and almost salivating.

Hermione moved to the counter near the venom.

"Touch me, Peter, I want to feel your hands," she said.

Peter went for her breasts immediately, fondling them roughly. Hermione bit her lip to stop from screaming at his touch.

"Hermione," he breathed, his panting reminding her of a bulldog. "Can I kiss them?"

"Yes," Hermione said, her face contorting. Peter thought it was lust and buried his face in her cleavage, his thick lips slurping and his tongue licking away. Hermione reached into her robe pocket and remove the bottle, and did the switch, Peter's face buried in her chest, pressing her breasts around it. Hermione gasped and he looked up.

"Accept me, Hermione," he drooled, "Let me fuck you here, now." He pawed at her breasts then tried to slide his hand into the front of her jeans. Hermione squirmed away from him, and he followed her, breathing as if he were going to pass out. Hermione pushed him back, and he scowled at her.

"Peter, I will accept you," Hermione said. The wizard's face contorted with lust and he moved toward her again. Hermione pressed herself against the door, holding him off.

"But not here. I want a bed and some privacy with you," she said as Peter eyed her lustfully, "That way we can do it all. Everything."

"I can get us a room in Knockturn Alley," Peter breathed at her, his cock so hard he could hardly think. "This evening…after you are done in the lab."

"No, I have to go straight home. Severus always expects me at a certain time. He'd get suspicious. He doesn't want me to have sex with any of the brothers…" she said, "but I want you soooo bad, Peter."

Oh gods. How over the top did she have to go?

"When then?" Peter asked, redfaced.

"What night are you feeding the Dark Lord?" Hermione asked him.

"The night after next," he replied, his eyes darkening as Hermione fastened her robes, covering her magnificent breasts.

"We'll do it then, after you've completed your task for our Lord," Hermione said, easing the door open. "Make the reservations for ten or so. I'll come up with an excuse for Severus."

"Why are you leaving?" Peter asked her, scowling now.

"I…I…don't trust myself with you, Peter, and I want to do this right," she replied.

So he was that irresistible to her was he? Understandable.

Peter grasped her hand and gave it a sloppy, wet, sucking kiss. Hermione shuddered at the thought of those lips on her body.

"Very well, Hermione. I will make the reservations tomorrow," he said, his voice going gravelly. "And I promise you an experience you will never forget."

"I'm sure," Hermione said, withdrawing her saliva-streaked hand. "Until then, Peter."

"Goodbye, Hermione," he said, watching her walk back down to her labs, his eyes on her ass. Gods, he couldn't wait. He turned back to the brewing, and added the bottle of venom to the elixir. It turned a muddy brown, just as it was supposed to before being distilled.

He whistled as he worked, idly imagining the positions he would put Hermione in, and her lips wrapped around his cock. Gods, she was beautiful, and in two days, she'd be all his.

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Even the anti-nausea potion couldn't keep Hermione for puking her guts out the moment she entered the lab. She couldn't even make it to the waste can, and splattered the floor with her dinner. It was a good thing she ate light…it could have been so much worse. She wanted a bath badly. She could feel Peter's saliva drying on the swell of her breasts. It had been awful.

She scourgified herself and the floor, but she still felt dirtied. Severus would have to wipe the stench of him from her body when she came home. And under no conditions would she show him how she distracted Peter. Despite her husband's declaration of support, this was something that would make him kill the wizard, she was sure of it. As disgusting as Peter was, she didn't want to see him dead. Maybe beaten a bit, but not dead.

She set about working on the next spell. Tomorrow she would find a way to have the Dark Lord allow her to be in her lab when he took his elixir. Then, it would be time to strike.

Hermione would exact her revenge.

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A/N: Again…EWWWWWWWW. Gods, Peter with his head between Hermione's breasts. Tooooo gross! :::gag::: No. Severus definitely can't see that. Hermione wouldn't be able to walk for days. And both of Peter's heads would probably be mounted someplace. Yeesh.