Disharmony in the Dungeons
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Some Endings are New Beginnings (Final Chapter)
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Chapter 48 ~ Some Endings are New Beginnings (Final Chapter)
The moment they stepped through the floo and into the study, Severus warded the fireplace, turned Hermione around and shoved her into the armchair. He pulled her down a bit, lifted her robes and ripped her knickers off of her. She had only worn underwear under her robes, intending on easy access when they returned. But not this easy.
"Severus! What are you doing?" the startled witch gasped as her husband got on his knees, opened the lower half of his robes, and lowered his boxers. His cock sprang out and he wasted no time thrusting into Hermione hard. She gave a gurgled shriek.
"There's the little matter of Peter Pettigrew," Severus breathed at her, thrusting into her hard again, "Touching what he shouldn't have touched."
Hermione buckled.
"But Severus, I only did what I had to do," she gasped at him as he started to stroke her in earnest.
"Well, wife, I'm doing what I have to do," he groaned, burying his cock inside her, enjoying the caress of her hot flesh around his shaft. He picked up speed.
"So goood," he sighed as Hermione cried out at his ardor.
She loved when he got jealous and rough. The Potions Master lifted her up higher in the chair, standing and arching into her, fucking her hard and fast, his knees resting against the end of the cushion, making the front legs of the armchair lift and fall with every stroke, so there was a constant thumping sound as he drove his cock in and out of her. The Potions Master gripped the back of the chair for leverage, his eyes blazing down at his wife.
"Severus!" Hermione shrieked as he hit her sweet spot.
"Yes. You think Peter could do to you what I can do?" he hissed.
"Never Severus, I would have never let him…ooh!" Hermione jerked as the Potions Master shifted her cervix. Severus continued to plow into her, the chair legs lifting higher and higher as he increased his ardor. Suddenly the armchair tipped over, carrying Hermione and Severus with it. They landed with a thump and the Professor never missed a stroke. He pushed Hermione downward so her head was on the floor and her hips raised on the back of the chair, and drove into her, lifting himself up on his arms and straddling the chair, her position allowing him access to every inch of her. Severus rotated his hips and Hermione screamed in pleasure, thrusting up to meet him.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled at Hermione, continuing to rotate his pelvis when he hit bottom, reaming her sides, corkscrewing his thick cock into her. "No one can fuck you like I can, Hermione. No one will ever get the chance to try, either."
Suddenly, Hermione orgasmed with a shriek, her pussy clamping down on Severus as her heat washed over him. The Potions Master stroked into her pulsing sleeve, grunting in pleasure as she released.
"Yes. Yes, Hermione. My little Mata Hari," he groaned as she whimpered beneath him, lost to bliss and shuddering around his cock. She felt so delicious Severus couldn't hold back. He slammed deep inside her and ejaculated with a loud growl, grunting as his cock shot jet after jet inside her, every muscle taut as he frowned down at her, his face contorted. He continued to thrust as if trying to shake out every bit of his seed inside her.
"Gods, yes," he sighed as his pulsing eased, dropping down on to Hermione heavily, panting against her hot body. He kissed her deeply, then pulled back looking into her half-lidded eyes.
"You liked the chair ride, didn't you?" he breathed at her. "Short but sweet."
"Yes," she said, panting. "You're such an animal when you're jealous, Severus."
He lifted an eyebrow at her.
"Only when I'm jealous? I'm going to have to work on that," he said giving her a leering grin.
Severus climbed off Hermione, stood and pulled her up with one hand. He noted with some satisfaction that her legs were rather rubbery. The sign of a job well done. He pulled up his boxers, lifted the chair and pushed it back to its regular place. It had slid a little before it toppled. He looked at his wife. She was still panting slightly. He was nowhere near done with her.
"Get in the bedroom," he growled.
"Severus, I'm starving," Hermione complained as she walked obediently toward the bedroom.
"I'll have something sent down from the kitchens," he said as she disappeared into the room.
Severus had just picked up his wife's torn knickers when the flame in the floo, turned green.
"Severus, it's Jonathan Colburn. May I come visit with you?"
Shit. Jonathan was a deatheater. One of the secret minions of Voldemort. To the wizarding world he was a prominent and generous Pureblood who traded in spices. Few suspected he donned the Dark Lord's mask.
"Just a moment, Jonathan," Severus said, sticking Hermione's knickers in his robes pocket and doing a freshening smell to remove the scent of sex.
"Come, Jonathan," he said, lifting the ward from the floo.
The blonde-haired, green-eyed wizard stepped through the floo. His eyes were red-rimmed.
"You've heard about the Dark Lord," Jonathan said, more like a statement than a question.
"Yes, I have, Jonathan. I grieve his loss deeply," Severus lied.
Hermione heard voices and walked to the bedroom door. She stood there, listening.
The wizard dropped heavily into the armchair Severus and Hermione just fucked in. He let his hands dangle between his legs helplessly. He looked up at Severus.
"We went back to his throne room this morning. It was horrible. Blood and flesh everywhere. Whoever did this to him cut him up and left his skin behind. We couldn't find a clue as to who it was. Peter's is being held at the Ministry. No one can get in to see him. He's probably the only one who can tell us what's happened. It was the Dark Lord's feeding night, so no other deatheaters were on the premises," Jonathan said dejectedly.
"It's a sad thing indeed," Severus said, taking the other armchair. "But we must move on. Settle back into our lives. Voldemort's dream of Pureblood domination is over."
Jonathan looked up at him, his eyes taking on an intense glow.
"No! It's not over. We can't just give up on his dream, Severus," Jonathan declared. "We're not going to. In fact, there was a small impromptu meeting of the top deatheaters at the Hog's Head inn this morning, right after the Dark Lord's body was discovered. We tried to owl you, but for some reason couldn't get through to you. We have decided to continue his work, working as small terrorist cells, doing hit and run missions that strike at the heart of wizarding society. We want you to join us Severus. You served the Dark Lord for years. You must be furious about his death. We can avenge him, one small strike at a time. We are having a meeting on Friday at the Hog's Head inn, in the little backroom. I want you to come and help us plan our first strike. Will you do it, Severus? We need you."
The Potions Master looked at him. Damn. He thought his service was over.
"Yes, Jonathan, I will be there," Severus replied. The wizard gripped the Potions Master's hand firmly.
"I knew we could count on you, Severus. You always served the Dark Lord well. The meeting will be at eight in the evening. We'll be expecting you and your wife. I know she is a muggle-born, but she served the Dark Lord well, and could be an asset to us developing more spells for the Cause," Jonathan said enthusiastically.
"I'm sure my wife will be there as well," Severus replied as the wizard rose.
Jonathan shook Severus' hand again, then walked toward the floo.
"See you on Friday, Severus," he said turning back to the Potions Master.
"On Friday, Jonathan," Severus replied.
The wizard exited, and Severus warded the fireplace again. Hermione came out of the room, silent and wide-eyed.
"You heard?" he asked her.
"Yes," Hermione said, her voice almost a whisper. "They aren't going to stop, are they?"
Severus looked at her.
"Yes, they will stop, with our help Hermione. I'm afraid our spying days aren't quite over yet. But it should be simpler without the Dark Lord. A matter of having the Order pick them off as they attempt to fulfill their plans. We will be informants. It should take no longer than a year to round them all up. None of them are very bright. They are all followers, not a leader among them now that Lucius is dead," he said, enfolding Hermione in his embrace.
"Do you think this will ever end, Severus? This hatred and bigotry?" she asked him.
Severus looked down at her.
"I'm afraid that as long as there are men in the world, Hermione, there will always be hatred and bigotry. But there will always be people like us who will battle it as well. And therein lies the hope for peace, my love," he said softly.
Hermione hugged her husband tightly, taking comfort in the strength of his body and the courage in his words. They had thought the battle over.
They had been mistaken.
THE END
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A/N: And that is the end of "Disharmony in the Dungeons." I know, I know I left it open. Maybe there will be a sequel one day. It does seem to be begging for one. Anyway, please leave a parting review and thank you all for reading.
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Chapter 48 ~ Some Endings are New Beginnings (Final Chapter)
The moment they stepped through the floo and into the study, Severus warded the fireplace, turned Hermione around and shoved her into the armchair. He pulled her down a bit, lifted her robes and ripped her knickers off of her. She had only worn underwear under her robes, intending on easy access when they returned. But not this easy.
"Severus! What are you doing?" the startled witch gasped as her husband got on his knees, opened the lower half of his robes, and lowered his boxers. His cock sprang out and he wasted no time thrusting into Hermione hard. She gave a gurgled shriek.
"There's the little matter of Peter Pettigrew," Severus breathed at her, thrusting into her hard again, "Touching what he shouldn't have touched."
Hermione buckled.
"But Severus, I only did what I had to do," she gasped at him as he started to stroke her in earnest.
"Well, wife, I'm doing what I have to do," he groaned, burying his cock inside her, enjoying the caress of her hot flesh around his shaft. He picked up speed.
"So goood," he sighed as Hermione cried out at his ardor.
She loved when he got jealous and rough. The Potions Master lifted her up higher in the chair, standing and arching into her, fucking her hard and fast, his knees resting against the end of the cushion, making the front legs of the armchair lift and fall with every stroke, so there was a constant thumping sound as he drove his cock in and out of her. The Potions Master gripped the back of the chair for leverage, his eyes blazing down at his wife.
"Severus!" Hermione shrieked as he hit her sweet spot.
"Yes. You think Peter could do to you what I can do?" he hissed.
"Never Severus, I would have never let him…ooh!" Hermione jerked as the Potions Master shifted her cervix. Severus continued to plow into her, the chair legs lifting higher and higher as he increased his ardor. Suddenly the armchair tipped over, carrying Hermione and Severus with it. They landed with a thump and the Professor never missed a stroke. He pushed Hermione downward so her head was on the floor and her hips raised on the back of the chair, and drove into her, lifting himself up on his arms and straddling the chair, her position allowing him access to every inch of her. Severus rotated his hips and Hermione screamed in pleasure, thrusting up to meet him.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled at Hermione, continuing to rotate his pelvis when he hit bottom, reaming her sides, corkscrewing his thick cock into her. "No one can fuck you like I can, Hermione. No one will ever get the chance to try, either."
Suddenly, Hermione orgasmed with a shriek, her pussy clamping down on Severus as her heat washed over him. The Potions Master stroked into her pulsing sleeve, grunting in pleasure as she released.
"Yes. Yes, Hermione. My little Mata Hari," he groaned as she whimpered beneath him, lost to bliss and shuddering around his cock. She felt so delicious Severus couldn't hold back. He slammed deep inside her and ejaculated with a loud growl, grunting as his cock shot jet after jet inside her, every muscle taut as he frowned down at her, his face contorted. He continued to thrust as if trying to shake out every bit of his seed inside her.
"Gods, yes," he sighed as his pulsing eased, dropping down on to Hermione heavily, panting against her hot body. He kissed her deeply, then pulled back looking into her half-lidded eyes.
"You liked the chair ride, didn't you?" he breathed at her. "Short but sweet."
"Yes," she said, panting. "You're such an animal when you're jealous, Severus."
He lifted an eyebrow at her.
"Only when I'm jealous? I'm going to have to work on that," he said giving her a leering grin.
Severus climbed off Hermione, stood and pulled her up with one hand. He noted with some satisfaction that her legs were rather rubbery. The sign of a job well done. He pulled up his boxers, lifted the chair and pushed it back to its regular place. It had slid a little before it toppled. He looked at his wife. She was still panting slightly. He was nowhere near done with her.
"Get in the bedroom," he growled.
"Severus, I'm starving," Hermione complained as she walked obediently toward the bedroom.
"I'll have something sent down from the kitchens," he said as she disappeared into the room.
Severus had just picked up his wife's torn knickers when the flame in the floo, turned green.
"Severus, it's Jonathan Colburn. May I come visit with you?"
Shit. Jonathan was a deatheater. One of the secret minions of Voldemort. To the wizarding world he was a prominent and generous Pureblood who traded in spices. Few suspected he donned the Dark Lord's mask.
"Just a moment, Jonathan," Severus said, sticking Hermione's knickers in his robes pocket and doing a freshening smell to remove the scent of sex.
"Come, Jonathan," he said, lifting the ward from the floo.
The blonde-haired, green-eyed wizard stepped through the floo. His eyes were red-rimmed.
"You've heard about the Dark Lord," Jonathan said, more like a statement than a question.
"Yes, I have, Jonathan. I grieve his loss deeply," Severus lied.
Hermione heard voices and walked to the bedroom door. She stood there, listening.
The wizard dropped heavily into the armchair Severus and Hermione just fucked in. He let his hands dangle between his legs helplessly. He looked up at Severus.
"We went back to his throne room this morning. It was horrible. Blood and flesh everywhere. Whoever did this to him cut him up and left his skin behind. We couldn't find a clue as to who it was. Peter's is being held at the Ministry. No one can get in to see him. He's probably the only one who can tell us what's happened. It was the Dark Lord's feeding night, so no other deatheaters were on the premises," Jonathan said dejectedly.
"It's a sad thing indeed," Severus said, taking the other armchair. "But we must move on. Settle back into our lives. Voldemort's dream of Pureblood domination is over."
Jonathan looked up at him, his eyes taking on an intense glow.
"No! It's not over. We can't just give up on his dream, Severus," Jonathan declared. "We're not going to. In fact, there was a small impromptu meeting of the top deatheaters at the Hog's Head inn this morning, right after the Dark Lord's body was discovered. We tried to owl you, but for some reason couldn't get through to you. We have decided to continue his work, working as small terrorist cells, doing hit and run missions that strike at the heart of wizarding society. We want you to join us Severus. You served the Dark Lord for years. You must be furious about his death. We can avenge him, one small strike at a time. We are having a meeting on Friday at the Hog's Head inn, in the little backroom. I want you to come and help us plan our first strike. Will you do it, Severus? We need you."
The Potions Master looked at him. Damn. He thought his service was over.
"Yes, Jonathan, I will be there," Severus replied. The wizard gripped the Potions Master's hand firmly.
"I knew we could count on you, Severus. You always served the Dark Lord well. The meeting will be at eight in the evening. We'll be expecting you and your wife. I know she is a muggle-born, but she served the Dark Lord well, and could be an asset to us developing more spells for the Cause," Jonathan said enthusiastically.
"I'm sure my wife will be there as well," Severus replied as the wizard rose.
Jonathan shook Severus' hand again, then walked toward the floo.
"See you on Friday, Severus," he said turning back to the Potions Master.
"On Friday, Jonathan," Severus replied.
The wizard exited, and Severus warded the fireplace again. Hermione came out of the room, silent and wide-eyed.
"You heard?" he asked her.
"Yes," Hermione said, her voice almost a whisper. "They aren't going to stop, are they?"
Severus looked at her.
"Yes, they will stop, with our help Hermione. I'm afraid our spying days aren't quite over yet. But it should be simpler without the Dark Lord. A matter of having the Order pick them off as they attempt to fulfill their plans. We will be informants. It should take no longer than a year to round them all up. None of them are very bright. They are all followers, not a leader among them now that Lucius is dead," he said, enfolding Hermione in his embrace.
"Do you think this will ever end, Severus? This hatred and bigotry?" she asked him.
Severus looked down at her.
"I'm afraid that as long as there are men in the world, Hermione, there will always be hatred and bigotry. But there will always be people like us who will battle it as well. And therein lies the hope for peace, my love," he said softly.
Hermione hugged her husband tightly, taking comfort in the strength of his body and the courage in his words. They had thought the battle over.
They had been mistaken.
THE END
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A/N: And that is the end of "Disharmony in the Dungeons." I know, I know I left it open. Maybe there will be a sequel one day. It does seem to be begging for one. Anyway, please leave a parting review and thank you all for reading.