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The Paramour…
Severus Snape makes an impulsive decision to save Hermione
Granger’s life, but is it the correct decision? Nothing short of a PWP.
Enjoy.
I do not own these wonderful characters nor am I making
any money from writing this.
~ Corazon
Another Valentine’s Day was here, and Hermione Granger
cringed at the thought. She was well
aware that she had no suitors pursuing her, so she was not surprised to find
herself alone.
‘Well, maybe one,’ she had hoped, looking down at the
bracelet she had received for her last birthday. She was not angry or even upset that she was alone, but she was a
little disappointed that she did not entice at least one of the boys at
Hogwarts, but then again it was not a boy that she was wanted.
As Head Girl, she made her way around the Great Hall while
the others danced at the Valentine’s Day dance. Jealousy was the best description that she could give herself at
the moment, but she forced herself not to dwell on it. It was not the first time she had been alone
for a dance and certainly not the last.
She checked the refreshments oth oth ends of the hall, making sure
neither contained alcohol or any other illegal substance. At the same time a slow song began playing,
and she noticed couples moving closer together or ducking further back in the
shadows.
She had enough watching the blissful couples dance, and she
left the Great Hall in frustration.
With no destination in mind, she made her way outside for some fresh
air. It was then that she saw him,
blasting rose bushes as he had done every year for the past four years when
there was a dance. As unpredictable as
Professor Snape was, he was still predictable in circumstances like these.
Clenching her fists with determination, she walked over to
him, careful to avoid his line of fire.
“Good evening Professor Snape,” she forced herself to say
before quivering at scowscowl he was sure to give her.
His head snapped in her direction accompanied by a loathsome
scowl. His eyes darted over her for a
second before he turned his entire body to face her. Crossing his arms in his traditional Proor Sor Snape stance, he
glared at the Head Girl.
“It’s a beautiful evening isn’t it Professor?” she asked,
refusing to allow him to intimidate her.
He raised an eyebrow at her question. “I hadn’t noticed,” he hissed. Light from the full moon reflected across
the blanket of newly fallen snow on the castle grounds.
“It’s warmer when it’s actually snowing, but surprisingly
the temperature is quite comfortable,” she said, standing her ground.
Severus was in no mood for her analysis of the weather let
alone her company. He took a step
toward her and glared. “Might I suggest
that you …”
“Severus,” said a familiar voice. “I didn’t expect you to be out here with such festive activities
going on in the castle.”
Severus spun around quickly to see Lucius Malfoy standing in
front of him. Lucius held his cane, his
eyes flashing dangerously.
“What are you doing here Lucius?” Severus hissed.
“Severus, you sound as though you are not pleased to see
me,” he said smoothly, stepping closer.
Hermione was behind Severus, but boldly stepped out so as to
make her presence known. She was not
about to cower down from such a man.
Lucius’ eyes fell upon her, and he smiled pleasantly. “Miss Granger, now I understand why Severus
chooses to be irritable. The presence
of a mudblood does make me irritable as well, but I can rectify that.” His eyes scanned her body, “I am sure there
is something you are good at.”
“You bastard!” she snapped.
Lucius did not flinch.
“You will regret those words Miss Granger,” Lucius said
smoothly, “The Dark Lord has plans and I believe I have just found the perfect
mudblood to be the main attraction.” He
stepped closer to her.
“Keep away from her,” hissed Severus, “She does not belong
to you.” Lucius stopped as his eyes
darted to Severus.
“And are you suggesting that she belongs to you?” he
sneered.
Severus turned to Hermione with his back to Lucius and
grabbed her wrist. Quickly pulling back
the sleeve of her robes, he located the silver bracelet that she had worn every
day since her birthday in September.
Using wandless magic, he touched the bracelet, transfiguring it into a
skull with a snake coming out of its mouth.
The snake took the shape of two intertwining S’s. He then placed a spell on it so that it was
bonded underneath her skin, and another spell to ensure that it could be seen
underneath her transparent skin.
Pulling Hermione around, he forced her arm up high so as to
give Lucius a good look at his property.
Lucius looked at it closely and then he looked back at Severus.
“I have underestimated you one too many times Severus.”
“That you have.”
Severus abruptly let go of Hermione, causing her to almost lose her
balance. “I will ask one more
time. Why are you here Lucius?”
“The Dark Lord is requests our presence.”
“Why did he not summon me himself, or is it that you are
such an obedient bootlicker, Lucius, that you now do the job of a minion?” Lucius glared at him.
“The Dark Lord has his reasons, but if you wish to question
him, you may do so.” Both Lucius and
Severus knew better than to question their Master.
“The Dark Lord also wants you to know that your presence
will be required for several days.”
“Impossible,” hissed Severus.
“Don’t worry, Severus.
The Dark Lord plans to keep us <I>entertained</I> when we are not meeting. Bring your mudblood. She can keep you company.”
“She needs to stay.
It will create too many inquiries as to her whereabouts.”
Lucius’ looked fixedly at Hermione, and even though her body
was covered with her dress robes, this did not divert him from slowly moving
his eyes over her.
“Don’t worry Severus.
I will check in on her to make sure she doesn’t get … lonely.”
Severus cursed himself for his snap decision to protect
Hermione since it was clearly backfiring on him.
Hermione was overwhelmed at the idea of Professor Snape “branding”
her and then negotiating her whereabouts for the next few days.
“If the Dark Lord wishes that we keep company, then she
shall accompany me,” Severus sneered.
Lucius smiled at him, knowing he just forced him into a
decision that clearly went against his better judgment. Lucius always thought it amusing that
Severus not only answered to the Dark Lord but to Dumbledore as well, and
forcing Severus to bring Dumbledore’s favorite mudblood reiterated this
fact.
“Our Master is expecting you now.” Lucius stepped back, allowing Severus passage to the edge of
Hogwarts, suggesting that his decision had been made. Severus turned toward Hermione and gave her a quick piercing
look, as if telling her to keep quiet and follow him. He turned back around and began walking to the edge of the
grounds with Lucius behind him. To
Severus’ relief he heard Hermione following.
Upon reaching the edge of the grounds, Severus grabbed
Hermione by the wrist and quickly Apparated to their destination.
Hermione had never Apparated before and was quite relie
tha
that it was easier on her senses than a portkey. She felt only a slight flutter as her feet left the ground but
quickly recovered to take in her surroundings.
They were standing in front of a dark mansion that was lit
with only a few torches on the outside.
It was difficult to tell how many windows there were, but a few were
illuminated by flickering candle light that came from within.
“The Dark Lord is in the main room Severus. I suggest you leave your mudblood here.”
“So you can personally show her around?” Severus sneered at
him. “I believe she will come with
me.” Still holding her wrist, Severus
led Hermione into the mansion with Lucius close behind them. The doorway opened up to a grand hallway where
there were a few other Death Eaters.
Severus did not acknowledge them as he made his way to the Dark Lord.
He knocked on the door and waited.
“Enter Severus,” hissed the cold, raspy voice of
Voldemort. Severus quickly entered and
knelt down in front of him. Voldemort
extended his hand and Severus obediently took it, kissed his ring and
waited.
Voldemort stood and walked around to Hermione.
“You may rise Severus.”
Severus got to his feet and stood beside Hermione, two steps
forward.
“Have you brought me a gift Severus?”
“Forgive me Lord, but I have not. I was informed that we were to be entertained during this
gathering. I brought my own
entertainment so as not to burden you with such pettiness. You clearly have more important tasks to attend
to My Lord.”
Voldemort eyed Hermione, and as much as Hermione wanted to
glare at him, she forced her gaze downward.
“Sometimes I think that only you understand the importance
of my work, Severus.” Voldemort turned
to look icily at Lucius and then back at Severus. “Take your paramour and retire for the night, Severus. You have clearly earned a night of pleasure.
Our business shall wait until morning.”
Voldemort then walked over to Hermione, grabbed a handful of
hair, and jerked her head back, forcing her to look him in the eye. “Bed him well, whore.” He released her and returned to his chair.
“Thank you My Lord,” Severus said as he bowed quickly and
left. Hermione was trembling with fear,
but she followed him out of the room.
Severus stormed up the grand staircase, and Hermione nearly had to run
to keep up. He strode to the end of the
hall and stopped at the last room on the top floor. The wards had been preset for him and the door opened upon his
approach. Hermione was following so
closely that she nearly stumbled into him.
When the door closed, Severus turned to her.
“What in the hell were you doing in the garden tonight?” he
snapped. “You were supposed to be
attending the dance with the rest of the dunderheads.”
Hermione had not expected these words to come out of his
mouth. At the very least she had
expected to hear his plan on how to get her out of there. She stood there gaping like a fish, unable
to produce a single sound.
“Do you have any idea of the danger in which you have placed
yourself?” he snapped.
“I placed myself?
Listen here, Professor Snape. It
wasn’t I who branded me like cattle and then allowed Lucius Malfoy to persuade
you into bringing me!”
“How dare you speak to me like that you Stupid Little Girl!”
Hermione glared at him.
She loathed these words, but instead of snapping back at him, she took a
deep breath and released it slowly.
They could continue to belittle each other all night, but it would do
them no good.
“What do we do now, Professor Snape?” she asked calmly. Severus looked at her, impressed that she
had regained her composure, and reminded himself to do the same.
“We have two choices Miss Granger. One, you perform the duties the Dark Lord expects you to
perform.” He paused to wait for her
reaction, but there was none. “Or you
can die.” This got her attention.
Severus turned his back to her. He was all too aware that any normal person who was in the same
situation would opt for death rather than having to sexually gratify him and
knew her decision was already made.
“I promise you that it will be quick and painless,” he
whispered.
“I was under the impression that sex is pleasurable. You can’t have pleasure without some pain,
right?” Severus turned and glared at
her.
“I was referring to your death.”
“I am not ready to die, Professor Snape.”
“Then you are a fool.”
“A fool who will still be alive, come morning.”
Severus turned his back to her and sat on the bed.
“Miss Granger, this is not a game,” he said in a softer, yet
stern voice. “I have placed you in an
unfair position. My intentions were to
protect you, not to turn you into a concubine.”
“Are we still fighting on the same side?”
“What?” he asked, still not looking at her.
“I said, are we still fighting on the same side?”
“I don’t know anymore …” his voice trailed off.
“Look at me Severus,” she demanded.
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“Miss Granger,” Severus rolled his eyes before slowly
getting to his feet and turning to face her.
“I know that we are in a serious situation here but for you to forgo
that lack of respect that I … what are
you doing?”
Hermione was standing in front of him wearing no
clothes.
“I am quite aware of the situation, and considering what I
am about to do, I will call you Severus.”
“Why?” He knew why
she called him Severus, but the reality that she was offering herself to him
was unbelievable.
“If I don’t perform as expected, Voldemort will kill me and
he just might kill you. I am not ready
to die, Severus. I know that there are
many ways for him to find out whatlly lly occurred in here, including
Occlumency. I am not trained in
legilimency to keep him from entering my mind.
The easiest way to survive this is for me to fulfill my role.”
Realizing that she was serious, Severus glared at her. ‘The girl doesn’t know what she is saying,’
he told himself.
“Miss Granger, I suggest that you get your clothes back on
so that we can decide what needs to be done.”
“Severus, I have already decided. You can either participate or I shall venture on, by myself.”
This got Severus’ attention as he watched her hands move
over her breasts. Swallowing hard, he
sneered, “If we choose to continue this charade, we will have to see it out
until the end or we both will illeilled.”
“I know.”
He looked at her, watching her. She stood in front of him naked, making no movement to cover
herself. He motioned for her to join
him on the bed.
In one quick movement, Severus was naked and had Hermione on
her back with her arms pinned above her head with his hand. His other hand forced her legs apart, and he
positioned himself between her. She
could feel his hot breath on her lips as his hair fell over his, grazing her
skin. His eyes were open, but he was
not looking at her. She could feel his
hardness ready to penetrate her as his body defensively pinned her down. Sex had always been a physical release for
him, and now would be no different.
“Severus,” she said, forcing her voice to remain calm. He did not answer. “Se>“Severus!” she said louder.
He looked at her, expecting her to say that she had changed her
mind. In a whisper voice, she said,
“Severus, let go of my hands.”
As quickly as his eyes darted to hers, they looked away
again. He hesitantly let go of her
hands. Hermione slowly brought her
hands to the strands of hair that were grazing her face and pushed them back so
that she could see him.spanspan>Cupping his
face she pulled him close and raised her lips to meet his.
Keeping her eyes open to see his reaction, she gently kissed
his lips. He did not react. She kissed him again, first his top lip and
then his bottom, but he still did not react.
This did not discourage her as she slowly ran her tongue along his
bottom lip. This time he took in a
quick breath. She smiled and continued
running her tongue along his lips. They
were warm and soft, and she felt some of the tension leave him when he took a
quick breath.
Finally Severus responded to her opening his mouth and
claiming hers. His kiss was hesitant
and slow as if he was not sure how to kiss her, but she quickly responded to
him, guiding him with her mouth. She
could feel his body relax, still covering hers.
She lazily rubbed her thumbs along his jaw and neck while
twining her fingers in his hair. She
was painfully aware that his man had not been loved or if he had been, it was a
long time ago. The kiss deepened as her
tongue entered his mouth and slowly stroked his. It was at this point that she closed her eyes, allowing herself
to truly enjoy the kiss. He responded
by stroking her tongue with his. He was
getting lost in the kiss. It was not
until she let a soft moan escape that he returned to reality.
He pulled his mouth from hers and moved off of her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he turned
away from her as if ashamed by his actions.
“This can’t happen Miss Granger,” he hissed.
“Why not?” she whispered.
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“I have wronged enough people,” he said quietly. “I don’t expect you to go through with this
charade. I know what you see when you
look at me. I know what you think when
you look at me.”
Hermione slowly sat up and got off the bed. She stood in front of him. “Severus, look at me.” He continued to look at the floor. “Severus,” she said again, but this time she
placed her hand under his chin and guided it up so that their eyes met. He looked into her dark brown eyes and saw
her determination, sincerity, and gentleness.
“If you know so well what I see when I look at you and what I am
thinking, then you will not doubt my intentions.”
Her words were sinking in when he realized she was moving
closer to him. Keeping her hand under
his chin so that their eyes locked together, she positioned herself onto his
lap. Bringing her lips to his, she
kishim him again. It was even more
passionate than before and to her relief, he responded to her. His hands slowly moved to her waist, pulling
her closer.
Severus could not believe she was willing to pursue this,
but his carnal desires were overtaking his rational thought, leaving him
powerless to resist her.
Hermione leaned her breasts into his bare chest, slowly
rubbing against him while she draped her arms around his shoulders and
back. She could feel his hardness
against her lower pelvis, and she slowly ground against him.
Moving her mouth she placed kisses along his jaw, working
her way to his neck and collarbone, tasting the light saltiness of his
skin. His sharp intakes of breath
encouraged her to continue exploring his body.
She pulled back to look at him and for a second his eyes met hers before
they darted away again.
“Severus, what’s wrong?” she asked softly.
“You are very good at role playing Miss Granger,” he
snapped, not looking at her. He was far
too familiar with role-playing. For
years he had gone through the motions to convince whr her he had to in order to
survive and see another day.
She leaned her mouth close to his ear and whispered,
“Severus, touch me.” Taking one of his
hands from her waist, she guided it between her legs. With little resistance, he allowed her to do this.
Covering his hand with hers, she guided his fingers into her
wet folds. Dipping one and then two
fingers in, he realized she was wet and very ready for him. He was painfully aware of the possibility
Hermione really wanted him, but he did not allow himself to indulge in the
thought too long.
“I’m not role-playing Severus,” she whispered again before
nibbling on his earlobe. She pushed his
fingers deeper into her as she moved her hips against thspanspan
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Feeling his fingers take over, she removed
her hand and wrapped it around his shoulders again. His fingers slowly explored her, tracing her folds while sinking
deeper into her.
She let out another moan when his fingers found her clit and
began rubbing it. She moved her hips rhythmically against his hand while her
grip tightened around his shoulders.
The effect he had on her was powerful.
She buried her mouth into his neck, biting and nipping him. Her breathing increased until finally she
cried, “Oh gods, stop!”
He abruptly pulled his fingers out of her and stared at her.
“I want to feel you inside of me when I climax, please,” she
whispered breathlessly. Before he could
react, she raised her body up and lowered herself onto him. She felt herself stretching to accommodate
him. Her warm folds hugged him tightly.
Both gasped from the new sensation taking over their bodies.
Hermione raised herself up and lowered herself down onto him
again and again. His fingers moved back
to her nub and continued rubbing it.
She pumped his shaft faster and his fingers met her rhythm. Her mouth was buried in his neck again
muffling her moans of pleasure. She had
not been role-playing. Her body was
ready for him, craving him, and now she had him.
He felt her body tremble as she let out a final cry. As her walls clamped arohis his shaft, he
became painfully aware that he was releasing too. He threw his head back as a deep growl escaped. Together they rode out their orgasms in
breathless silence.
Hermione rested her head on his chest as she caught her
breath. Severus looked away,
embarrassed that he had lost control so quickly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, finally breaking the
silence. It was so unlike him to
apologize, but it was said before he could stop it. He already felt vulnerable, but for some reason, he had to say
it.
Hermione sat up and looked at him, but again he was looking
away. She cradled his face and turned
it towards her. Placing a gentle kiss
on his lips saidsaid, “Please don’t apologize Severus.”
He dropped his head.
“I have never been with a woman who truly enjoyed herself like you did.”
Hermione blushed, realizing what he was referring to. Placing another kiss on his lips, she smiled
and said, “The night is still
early.” Before he could answer, she
claimed his mouth in a deep kiss, reassuring him that she wanted to be here.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he guided her further
onto the bed and onto her back. This
time instead of pinning her hands above her head, he slowly moved one hand to
run his finger along the curve of her breast. He watched her reaction carefully, both in her eyes and her
breathing.
Her skin was soft, but slight damp wish perspiration from
their first encounter. Her nipples were
already hard. Slowly licking his lips,
he lowered his mouth down to taste one and then the other. His tongue lazily swirled each nipple before
gently biting. She gasped and then
smiled, approving his actions. He felt
like an adolescent discovering sex for the first time, not able to get enough.
Severus wanted to explore her body more, but was over
powered by the desire to have her.
Quickly becoming hard again, he positioning himself between her legs,
and she readily spread her legs for him.
Without hesitation he swiftly entered her. Hearing her gasp he froze.
For the first time he feared that he had brought pain to another.
She let out a soft moan of pleasure before opening her eyes
and looking into his.
He propped himself up with his hands on either side of her
face. The smile on her face reassured
him. She wrapped her legs around him, and he began to thrust into her. Every time he entered her, her walls gripped
him and squeezed. His eyes moved over
her body, watching how she reacted to him.
He was fascinated by their joining and how she whimpered every time he
entered her.
She raised her head slightly to see that the only part of
his body moving was his hips. She
watched him pump in and out of her and inhaled sharply at the exhilaration of
witnessing their union.
She looked back at him, her eyes locking with his. She was mesmerized by the power he held over
her. Her hips met his and together they
rocked in rhythm. The only sound
between them was the slapping of their wet skin. Never taking her eyes off of his, she placed her hands on his
upper arms and continued rocking with him.
His eyes were dark, and so intense as they bored into
her. For so many years, those eyes had
intimidated and brought fear. Tonight
they still intimidated her but, with pleasure, not fear.
His body and movements relaxed a bit and he began to try
different movements. Thrusting into
her, he ground his hips into her, rubbing her clit before pulling out. Their breathing increased, as did their
speed. She wanted so badly for him to
wrap his arms around her, to hold her, but as she stared deeper into his eyes
she felt herself quickly loosing control.
Biting her bottom lip, she let a few moans escape from. He knew she was close and was prepared this
time. He leaned his hips closer to hers
so his pelvis put more pressure on her nub.
His thrusts deepened and became quicker even though he did not pull out
as far. Watching her carefully, he saw
the intensity in her eyes, and he stopped moving.
She continued grinding against his pelvis, bringing herself
to an orgasm. He watched her eyes glaze
over before they rolled back. She let
out a soft moan as her body quivered and her walls clamped and pumped his
shaft.
He held still, holding his breath so as to prevent his own
release. Watching her and feeling her
respond to his body was intense, but he remained in control.
When she opened her eyes and looked at him again, he pulled
further out and thrust deeper into her.
He thrust in harder, again and again.
So far their second encounter had been silent, but e
ie
increased his speed, he quickly lost his control and soft deep growls were
escaping from him.
“Severus,” she whispered so softly that if he had not been
watching so intently he would have missed it.
Hearing his name with such gentleness forced him to give in to his
desire. His growl was louder as his
body shook, and he spilled into her.
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