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Nott Taking No As A Response	By : Persephone3655 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 11051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Nott Taking No As A Response
- 1
Theodore Nott didn’t know when his obsession started all that he knew was that it had come to this. Maybe the Dark Lord had been right; they were filth that polluted their society. This one particular mudblood had polluted not only his heart but his very soul and worse his mind. He needed to be with her, even if it meant going against everything that he had believed in. Breaking the law was the least of his worries.
Hermione Granger was relaxing at her cottage. While she spent most of her time at the newly renovated Grimmauld place with Harry and Ron she did enjoy her own space. They were still working on writing their memoirs, Harry may have been the boy who lived but he refused to not let people know the part that Hermione and Ron had played. He wanted people to understand that it could not have happened without them. It had been another long day of revising and writing. She just wanted to curl up in her couch with a nice cup of tea or maybe a glass of wine.
Aside from helping Harry write the book she also had a fulltime job at the ministry of Magic. If Scrimgeour had lived he would have found it amusing that she had ended up working there after all. She was currently trying to pass an anti discrimination bill for werewolves in honor of Remus. She really should go to her small office and read it once more to try and find if anything was missing. She had managed to make herself walk into her kitchen to fetch the kettle when her world went black.
Theo thought that while she was a decorated, capable war hero that she was just too comfortable in the presumed safety of her own home. She was currently laid out on his bed on top of his green silk sheets looking like a fallen angel. His home was unplottable, so he knew that they would not be found or disturbed. He finally had her after years of denying himself; he finally had her in his hands. He leaned down to lay on the bed with her. He had his house elf remove her clothes and clad her in a much more suitable silk night gown. He had hoped that the gray muted tone of the gown would have diminished her allure to him. Maybe he could stop this madness and return her to her home to her life without completely destroying her life.
He knew it was a futile thought; he couldn't make himself let her go.
Her skin was beautiful against the color; he didn’t even know that he had chosen a Slytherin theme color until he saw her against it. She was magnificently proportioned, her breasts were work of arts, her small taut waist he could put his hands on his waist and rebel in how small she was, but those hips were made to bear him children. He had never wanted a woman more than he did right now. Hell he had attempted to quench his lust for her with other women. First because he was older than her. He still felt disgusted himself at time when he remember being a man at eighteen and wanting to be with her when she was only fourteen. He had taken various lovers throughout the years to try and find some sort of satisfaction. He went after girls that looked like her and girls that did not resemble her in the slightest. Neither could ever make him feel complete. He needed to do this to try and get a sense of completeness that had eluded him since he come across her.
He had eventually grown into his looks. His lanky frame had finally filled out and he had enough muscle mass to drive most women to his bed. When his looks failed his money and status still did the trick. There were plenty of women vying for the chance to be the next Lady Nott.
His Hermione, at least he could call her that now because she was his. One way or another she would be his. He could confess to himself now that he would allow for nothing else. She would be his forever and ever. He had once tried to talk to her after the war but had received a polite refusal from her to even see him for dinner. She had cited that she didn’t know him that well but that she was extremely flattered. Later he had heard that his reputation as a ladies’ man had also counted against him. Didn’t she see that it was all for her. His need for her had driven him to rebuild his estate and perfect his body. He waved his wand over himself lazily and placed it in the warded nightstand next to him. He had taken every precaution; the nightstand would not open for anyone but himself. His skills at wand less magic would allow him to perform most spells without difficulty.
He had stashed her own wand in his study. He just needed to show her that no other man would ever satisfy her like he could. She fit perfectly next to him. He needed to see what she looked like underneath that night gown. Just the thought was enough to get him hard and aching. He wanted her awake to feel his touch wanted to see her face as she came undone around him. It seemed that he would get his wish her eyelids were fluttering a bit. Her previously unlined face had developed a crease in between her eyebrows as she fought her way back to consciousness. Her small and delicate hands traveled up to her head. Shit, he had forgotten that she may have been suffering from a headache. The spell that he had used to knock her out did have that side effect.
Hermione felt her head throb as she tried to come back to consciousness. Her mouth felt dry and she felt cold. Had she fallen? Maybe she should have listened to Mrs. Weasley and taken more to eat earlier in the day. Why was she so cold? Her cottage was never cold. She felt down her body and found that most of her clothes where gone and that she could feel her chilled skin. Had she fallen ill? She heard and felt the man next to her laugh.
Hermione’s eyes flew opened and that is how she found herself face to face with a stark naked Theodore Nott.
He seemed bigger than she remembered, she was trying to keep herself in the present and kept on looking at his face. She was afraid to look elsewhere but she didn’t particularly want to look at him. She didn’t know what was going on, and even her keen analytical mind couldn’t come up with a plausible explanation.
“I see the wheels turning in your head darling and I can assure you that I mean you no harm”
She frantically got up intending to flee from his reach, when she found her knees give way beneath her. She was trying to push down her panic. He was at her side in an instant, caressing her face and touching her.
“Whoa, there, there, I didn’t mean to give you a fright Love” He stated while putting his arms around her
“Now let’s get you back to bed. It seems that my oversight has left you a little weak and for that I apologize. I never wanted to cause you any discomfort” He picked her up easily
Damn he was strong he didn’t even make a sound as he picked up her dead weight. She could feel his muscles next to her thru the thin material of whatever it was that she was wearing.
“What?!” She managed to whisper, he voice sounded small and scared even to her, she didn’t know what was happening to her.
She managed to take a couple of slow breaths.
“Nott, what’s going on?” She managed to state in a calmer tone, she was trying to pull her wits around her. Think her way out of this situation.
He had laid her down on the bed again, she felt nauseous and disoriented. She looked down at her body. His hand was on her flat stomach, he was touching her gently almost reverently. He started to lean over her caging her in with his arms, and ever so slowly grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head. She reacted by trying to push him away with her legs trying to kick him. Why was she so sluggish?! She was trying to command her legs to kick him and they were just brushing up against him ineffectively.
“I been obsessed with you for ages now, and I need to be with you. I can make you very happy.”
He kept on looking into her face, attempting to get her to see that she meant everything to him. She needed to understand that he was doing this for her own good.
“I love you, I been planning this for a long time” He settled himself over her, pressing himself against her. He had dreamed about this forever. Feeling her beneath him. Her nightgown must have ridden up because he could feel her flesh pressed against his. His eyes traveled down her body and he saw her bare, naked pussy. It was better than he had imagined. He had heard that muggle women sometimes removed all hair from their pussy, but he had yet to have taken a lover who took it all off. The magical world was old fashioned even in this. Her lack of hair made her look even more innocent. He resolved then to make it good for her. He knew that she had taken a lover maybe two, but he would be the last man to have her. The only one to have her after this.
“Nott, please don’t do whatever it is that you are thinking of doing” She was trying to catch his eyes, to make him acknowledge her as a person. Maybe if she could keep him talking to her she could stop this madness
“Theo, look at me!” That managed to get his attention. “Please tell me what you are planning on doing?”
“I always wanted you to say my name.” A look of unadulterated happiness came upon his face. He pressed himself tightly against her and kissed her with everything that he felt for her, bitter lust and obsession.
He’s hung like a horny hippogriff! She had to get away from him, In his current state he would hurt her. What had her old potions master said. Never doubt the power of obsessive love.
“Theo, Theo, please just talk to me” He had gone perfectly still, his eyes were locked on hers
His wildest fantasies had not prepared him for the reality of having her there. Saying his name, looking like a goddess. Her hair was wild around her head, and her eyes bright. He could trick himself into thinking that she was here by her own choice. Soon she would be.
“There is an old family ritual, very old pureblood magic to bind two people together. It felt out of fashion once the notion of love entered marriages. I intent to bind you to me. I can make you happy I swear, I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure whatever you want you’ll get. You’ll be the most loved woman in the world, and you’ll want for nothing”
He reached over to the nightstand that she had just noticed. There were a wide array of vials on it. Two of them pulsed and glowed brightly like a blue flame, the one closest to them had a shocking pink color. The two blue ones were already empty. What had he given her?
“I know that you’re not pure as the old tradition demands, but I forgiven you.”
Hermione frowned, how could he possibly know that she and Ron had been together. They had just started that part of their relationship. It had been a sweet and wonderful experience. Her mind was racing she knew of a variety of potions and at the moment was wracking her brain for what potions could… He could not possibly mean
“Eternus Amoris, hasn’t been used in my family for generations.
She tensed underneath him .
“I told you darling, I forgave you. “ He smiled at her, he looked too gleeful and it unnerved her. He was insane what else could have driven him to such drastic measures. He was still hard as a rock , her fear and reluctance had not damaged his want of her at all. Her eyes flicked to his groin and it was all the indication it took for him to grind himself into her.
He couldn’t possibly be that wide, it defied physics, her shock must have shown because he laughed at her again.
“It’s all mine darling, we Nott men are rather gifted, some say that it was part of our lineage to be hung like trolls, and about as savage in bed when not sated. It will be part of your wifely duties to see to me that way. I’ll make it pleasurable for you, but after tonight I will not have another woman. I will not be unfaithful. “
He ground into her again, and a lazy flick of his hand she found herself bound to the bed spread eagle.
He was skilled at wand less magic this was horrifying..
“I can’t let my feelings run away with me”
“Theo! Please let me go” Her façade of calmness fell away, she started thrashing and fighting her bonds. All that she succeeded in doing was making herself feel even more nauseous.
“You have got to stop this!” She screamed
She looked at his face, attempting to plead with him. He turned to face her. His frame towered over her. He had to be at least 6’4” and his cock was jutting out at her. He had amazing definition on his abs and his cock had to be as thick as her arm, it was obscenely wide and the base of it seemed thick enough to rip her in two.
“Darling, you are going to exhaust yourself. Besides we have already started the process. You have received the first few potions. We cannot stop now. I’ll give you something to make you less nauseous. Though in a few months you’ll be nauseous for a completely different reason” He had the audacity to smirk at her
“You can’t possibly think that this will hold up in the face of wizarding law!” And you cannot keep me locked up in here”
He turned to her still smiling at her, “Though you have ensured that the wizarding law are being brought up to date to protect certain facets of society, you are wonderfully out of touch with how out of date the laws are regarding women. It is to my great advantage that no one has revised those laws. Once this ritual is done you will be my wife and will not be able to be away from me, nor will you be able to dissolve the marriage.”
He turned back onto the nightstand and grabbed the vial. “Now be a good girl and take this vial”
“Nott, just stop this, I don’t want to be your wife”
He seemed slightly angry at her but kept his tone calm
“To ensure your complicity I will imperio you just this once” He was holding the pink vial.
Her mind was floating; it was an utterly pleasant sensation, the man, her master, was holding a vial of something wonderful something that she deeply wanted. Her hands were bound but she lifted her head up and drank the vial in one go
All of the sudden the pleasant feeling was gone…
“What have you given me?” Hermione felt flushed it was in complete contrast with how chilled she was when she first awoke to this travesty. Her lower abdomen was turning and cramping, her sex seemed to be on fire. She looked down upon her and found that her breasts seemed fuller and heavier. As she looked up at Nott his face was alight with triumph. His cock was almost purple from being so aroused
“I gave you what you needed, what we both needed”
A mild aphrodisiac.
Her stomach had finally settled down and her nausea seemed to have lifted but now her sex ached.
He was holding another vial on his hand and he spilled out some of the liquid and rubbed it on his massive cock.
“I’m very sorry my darling but I need to cum all over you, I can’t even think straight.” His strokes increased in speed and he kept on getting closer to her. “I want our first time together to be at the right time, but we can enjoy other activities”
He lifted up her nightgown again and forced her to part her legs, and then he just looked at her sex. His gaze seemed to make her poor pussy grow hotter if it were possible. She was attempting to struggle but only seem to succeed in making him more aggressive with his groping of her, he descended on her and started attacking her right breast. She felt revulsion, but whatever he had given her was making her react, her hips jumped up without any thought from her, and the skin of her stomach momentarily touched his hard dick, and his release fell upon her. He roared like an angry animal and attempted to push herself into the mattress only to have him lie completely down upon her and start kissing her. She willed herself to shut down her responses to her body and made her mind take over and started to fight him. His seed was running down her body.
“NOTT! You stop this right now! I don’t want this!” She snarled at him and to his credit he stopped and looked at her with a rather guilty expression.
“I told myself I would take it slow with you, but I just couldn’t help myself. I been wanting this for so long” He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead and made to move off her.
He proceeded to her surprise to unbind her by and, pressing kisses to her wrists and ankles. He then went to a door and reached inside for something. Hermione slowly moved off the bed, and was trying to find a way to escape when he turned around and handed her a matching gray silk robe.
He was still stark naked and it didn’t seem to bother him at all. He was enormous, she knew that a physical fight would just end up in her getting hurt. Though she was trained and maybe if she caught him unaware she could probably run, but where? She had no idea where she was. He proceeded to walk around to a large and ornate chair and opened his arms to her, she stayed rooted on the spot.
If she hadn’t been completely scared and frightened she would have found his body to be a work of art. He didn’t seem to have an ounce of fat on him, and from what she had seen there was little of the boy she had met in Hogwarts left.
“I will not move from here” She clutched the thin silk robe around her tighter “Until you tell me what is going on. What is it that you want from me? And what in Merlin’s name did you give me?”
His face was calm and he strode over to her, and attempted to put his arms around her. She had been trying to stand her ground but instead she ducked beneath his arms and stepped away from him.
He sighed and if anything seemed to shrink from her refusal to touch him. Whatever it was that he had given her made her want to step into his arms and rub herself against him. Her mind however was seething and overriding the potion which was a testament to her will and strength. He seemed to understand what she was sensing in him and decided to approach her in a mostly truthful fashion. She didn’t need to know that they weren’t really fated, besides most Slytherins made their own fate.
“I don’t remember not noticing you, even as a first year. At first I thought that it was just that you annoyed me, or that maybe because you were so close to Potter that you took up my notice. I told myself to ignore you that you were a dirty mudblood and to get on with my life. That I had more important things to do than to concern myself with children, and it served me well until the Yule Ball when you walked in with Krum.”
His gaze softened looking at her
“It hit me like a bludger to the chest, there you were the girl who would one day be Lady Nott and I was letting you walk away with some unworthy Bulgarian, and actively trying to participate in your destruction by attempting to line up with the deatheaters. Then the war came, and while I could step away from it or at least not join the deatheaters I couldn’t protect you. I had to let you go and put yourself in danger. You have any idea what I had to go thru? What I had to hear from some band of snatchers. One of them wanted you, some unworthy despicable piece of filth. He was trying to bargain for you…..” He broke off and took a second to clench and unclench his fists at his sides. He hadn’t needed to exaggerate his anger.
“Finally after the war I thought I could approach you, and you turned me down. I figured that you deserved better, I made myself better for you. I amassed more money and I built my body into this for you. Men of the Nott family have always known who their mates were from the moment they laid eyes on them, my father didn’t tell me what I was, nor what I was feeling. He was too preoccupied with trying to survive Voldemort’s inner circle. So I found out much later what I was, an anomaly in the pureblood lineage. A carefully hidden secret in my family. Turns out that like most purebloods my family had trouble conceiving so they dug up some ancient family magic. What they didn’t know was that they only gave me a half life until I found my mate. If I didn’t no matter how many women I was with I wouldn’t be able to carry on the family line, and would eventually die of loneliness and despair.”
He was appealing to her sweet nature, her good soul, she wouldn’t let anyone not even him die of a broken heart. He felt as if he was fated to be with her, it was enough to stretch the truth. It would be worth it to have her as his wife.
Hermione couldn’t believe what she was hearing, she was shivering in fear, how the hell had she gotten dragged into this. She could feel his seed drying over her body and it was making her sick. She was holding onto that flimsy robe as if it was a lifeline. There seemed to be no windows in this room and the only door she had seen was the one that he had opened to get her robe.
He was practically on top of her when she looked back up.
“I felt my soul break when you gave yourself to him.” A little bit of guilt couldn't hurt. She was such a noble hearted Gryffindor that she would later berate herself over unintentionally causing her fated lover pain.
He grabbed her easily and was carrying her back to his bed. She hadn’t even been able to get a word out before her body hit the mattress again. She reacted as if the bed had burned her and attempted to escape only to be smothered into the bed.
His mouth was on her sex and between his talented lips and tongue and the potions she thought she was going to orgasm in a few seconds. She could feel the warmth radiate to the rest of her body, and while her hands where trying to get him off her she could feel that her will was breaking. Her mind was slowly being pushed into a submissive mode that she had never experienced. He flicked his tongue over her sensitive clit and she fell apart and started to cry.
She was overwhelmed by the sensations that he was causing her, and in the back of her mind she was horrified that he may have no choice in this matter, that she was somehow fated to end with him despite her own wants.
Could she condemn someone to loneliness, despair, maybe even death? She couldn’t even form a coherent thought, and he was doing things to her that were making it hard to even breathe.
He was positioning himself at her entrance, he could hardly control himself he wanted her so badly. After tonight he would be able to have her as many times as he wanted. She felt unbearably tight around his enlarged cock, and he had only pushed the head of his cock at her pussy. He was going to enjoy molding her pussy to his cock.
She had stopped struggling, and as he looked down at the meeting of their flesh he was filled with even more lust. She had tears going down her face but she seemed resigned, he grabbed her hands in his and sheathed himself halfway inside her. She screamed and tensed upon the intrusion and shook beneath him. It took all his self control to not spill himself inside her. Not to drive himself into her all the way.
"I love you, Hermione. Please give yourself to me" He had leaned over her and pressed himself into her. She could hear his heartbeat beating into her chest, her heartbeat fluttered around like a scared bird. She wrapped her legs around him and gave in to him.
He started off maddeningly slow in his pace, she could feel him filling her up and thought that he could hurt her if he lost control. It was an exquisite pain, but there was so much pleasure building up inside her. He alternated between kissing her and nibbling on her neck and she was soon kissing him back. He made slow lazy circles over her clit and that made her clench up around him. He slowly sank into her further, she gasped and he stopped, laid his forehead against hers.
"I'm almost all the way in love, it might be a little painful, but in the future it won't hurt as much"
She shuddered beneath him and he stopped her from speaking by taking her mouth in a bruising kiss and driving himself home. She almost jackknifed underneath him, his cock had hit her cervix and it had hurt enough to make more tears appear.
He lost control at her movement and started driving himself fully in and out of her, he was hitting all the right spots inside her and she couldn't stop herself from the orgasm that took over her body as he dumped his seed inside her.
He rolled her over on top of him and held her close, stroking her softly. She was imprisoned in his arms again.
"Welcome home, Lady Nott"
He fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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