CHAPTER 10
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Chapter 10 ~ Patronage Consummated (Short Chapter)
Hermione howled as Severus slid his thick head inside her, but it wasn’t from roughness, but from her muscles being forced around his size. The wizard hesitated, then pushed a bit deeper, adjusting his grip and groaning as her tightness wrapped around his organ. Hermione groaned as the Potions Master persistently but rather gently pushed his length deeper and deeper until he rested fully immersed in her body. He had used the Lubris spell twice to insure that the witch was well lubricated. Now his loins rested against her buttocks and he held still, trying to let her get accustomed to him.
“This shouldn’t take long, Miss Granger,” he said softly, his black eyes focused on the erotic sight of his shaft buried deep in her body. Slowly he pulled back and gently thrust forward, feeling her walls caress his length.
“Ah, yessss,” he breathed. “Just relax, witch. The ache will go away.”
Hermione groaned, her ass aching at the unaccustomed stretch of her sphincter muscles.
The Professor began to gently thrust, burying his length into the witch over and over as she groaned and gasped, the ache slowly receding as the wizard clutched at her waist, making silken sounds of pleasure as he immersed himself in her body, feeling the witch relaxing around him, his strokes smooth and deep. He pointed his wand at her and released her from the partial petrification spell. Hermione was able to move again.
Being penetrated this way felt strange. At least the Potions Master wasn’t trying to hurt her as he took his pleasure. He was much more vocal than she imagined, hissing, sighing and cursing softly as he approached climax. He sped up but still didn’t treat her roughly, his balls gently swinging against her ass. Severus clutched her waist tighter as a low growl issued from the back of his throat, electricity racing down his spine, directly into his balls. They drew up tight, the wizard letting out a cry as he pressed deep into the witch and came, pulsing and grunting as spurt after spurt of rich come was released from his body shooting into Hermione’s luscious ass. The wizard leaned heavily on her back, resting on her robes until his pulsing ended.
Letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction, Severus withdrew his now limp cock, watching as Hermione’s asshole began to contract, slowly returning to its proper dimensions. He placed his wand tip against her rectum.
“Scourgify,” he panted before turning the wand on himself and repeating the spell, then drawing up his boxers.
He then pointed to her jeans and knickers which were resting on the armchair and magically redressed her, pulling down her robes and stepping back from the witch, who turned around and looked up at him.
“My ass hurts,” Hermione said reproachfully.
“Not as much as it could have,” he responded, his black eyes searching her face. She had proven quite pleasurable. “I find you suitable, witch. You will find pain and healing potions in your bathroom. I will keep you well supplied.”
He walked over to his robes, put them on and began to button them up, Hermione staring at him. He was the same as he always was now. Cold, disciplined…as if he had never touched her. Hermione felt it a bit unfair that he found release but made no effort to help bring her to climax.
“You’re selfish,” she breathed at him.
“Yes I am,” he agreed, fastening his collar and looking down at her, his black eyes gleaming. “I imagine you are referring to your not receiving an orgasm. It would have taken too long. Maybe I will give you one our next encounter when I’m not so pressed for time. I have to return to Hogwarts. I only stopped by to taste your wares. Very sweet. You did well for your first time.”
”And to pay you back for the Fabio incident,” the Potions Master thought. He couldn’t say it out loud, tempting as it was. He had promised no repercussions. Thank goodness she hadn’t insisted on an oath.
Hermione glowered at him. The bastard.
“Oh, and before I forget, here,” the wizard said, reaching into his robes pocket and removing a small, thick journal. Hermione could see it was very ancient. He handed it to Hermione.
“This is not actually a book of dark magic, though it makes references to it. You want to help Harry. It is clear to me that your time in the private sector has indeed atrophied your thought processes. You have forgotten to start at the beginning. It is in my own best interest that you approach the problem with some sort of structure, so I have generously given you a start. Do not expect such things from me often. Plus, it will give you something to read while your ass…recovers,” he smirked at her.
Hermione looked at the title on the cover.
“The Journal of Damius Altacare”
Hermione looked up at Severus.
“Who is Damius Altacare?” she asked the wizard, who scowled at her.
“Why the hell do you think I gave you the book, Miss Granger? If you want to find out who he was, read the book you hare-brained little chit!” he snarked. “I must go now.”
With that, the Potions Master turned with a billow of robes and disapparated with a crack of thunder. He didn’t say good-bye or give her an inkling when she would see him next. Hermione shrugged and took a step toward her bedroom. She winced. Yes, her ass was sore. But the Professor’s cock was enormous, though she didn’t get a chance to see it. No doubt he could have done much worse to her if he wanted. It seemed all he really wanted was to get off.
Hermione retrieved her wand from the end table and slowly made her way to the bedroom, then to her bathroom. She opened the potions stores which was behind the long mirror and looked at the shelves. Yes, the wizard had stocked a lot of potions there for all manner of complaints. Headaches, upset stomach, there was even a cramp reliever. There were a number of contraceptive patches as well. The witch shuffled through the bottles until she found a glass flask filled with purple liquid. It read “Pain Potion.”
She opened the bottle and swallowed a little bit of it, just to taste it, but the small amount took away all her ache. It was quite strong. It seemed the wizard didn’t want her to be uncomfortable after sex. Not a trait she would expect from the man.
Hermione walked into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, turning the journal over and over in her hand, before opening it. It was penned in red ink, and a language she didn’t understand. She tapped the book with her wand, and the strange markings realigned themselves into lettering she could understand. She read the foreword.
“This is the journal of Apocathery Damius Altacare and outlines a great work for the king of Myrrh from the year 855. I have been commissioned to create an invincible army to strike fear into my Lord’s enemies. Something that the world has never seen before, something with the potential to make me almost immortal in the process and able to bridge the world of matter and spirit. I already know what I wish to create…the only matter now is how to create it. I may need help from the powers of the nether world, and if so…the price for that aid will be great. Yet I have a trick that will even keep me from the bowels of Hell though my soul is possessed if I am successful.
And I must be successful…my years are waning.
D. Altacare
Hermione’s eyes widened and she closed the book excitedly, turning it over and over in her hands. Damius Altacare must be the wizard who created the Dementors, and this book contained information on how they were created.
She began to tremble. Up to this point, no one knew where the Dementors originated from. How did the Professor get this journal…and why did he keep the information to himself when it could have helped others?
Hermione scowled.
Because Severus Snape was a covetous, selfish bastard with no desire to help anyone. If asked about it, he would most likely have replied, “No one asked me.”
Well, he had given the journal to her. He was right. She was going about this wrongly. She wasn’t doing her background work. Understanding the Dementors might help her develop a working theory even without the books of Dark Magic. If the actual ingredients and spells that created them were there, who knew…maybe she could develop an anti-spell or potion to negate their effects.
Her eyes darkened. But there were no more Dementors. They had all been destroyed at the final battle.
At least that was what the wizarding world believed.
The only one who knew this wasn’t true was Harry. And Harry couldn’t tell anyone or even bring the remembrance to mind. It was locked inside him.
Fascinated, Hermione opened the book again and began to read, her sharp mind absorbing every single word.
At last, she had something solid to work with.
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A/N: A short chapter and short lemon. Obviously, this Severus is much different than our usual rough-riding Severus…at least at this point. He wasn’t cruel to the witch and at the end was rather helpful. Hm. There seem to be many layers to this Severus Snape. We’re going to have to peel him like an onion. Please review.