Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 45 ~ Jealousy

Severus scowled at the handsome blonde wizard. Draco was as tall as he was now, and wore his hair in a fashion very similar to his father’s, long and sweeping over his broad shoulders. He was quite a good-looking young man. Hermione was bound to the Potions Master, he knew this, but it still didn’t make it any easier to let her move into the arms of another wizard.

Draco gave him a smile.

“Oh come now, Professor…surely you won’t begrudge me a dance with Miss Granger,” he said.

Severus scowled harder. It would be bad form to deny the wizard. He released Hermione.

“Be my guest, Mr. Malfoy,” he said coldly and watched as Draco placed his hand on Hermione’s waist and whirled away with her. He was livid. How dare Draco cut in? The Potions Master stalked back over to his table and told a passing house elf to bring him a firewhiskey, a double.

Draco looked down at Hermione as they danced.

“How have you been, Granger?” he drawled, taking her in.

She certainly had prettied up and filled out. He’d do her, that was for certain. There was something about Hermione that always brought out the villain in the young wizard. When he had seen her on the dance floor looking so delicious, he just had to get his hands on her. Now if SHE suggested a quick shag behind the humpbacked witch, he’d gladly oblige her.

Pansy Parkinson watched them from the sidelines, scowling as the wizard looked down at the witch. She recognized the glint in his eyes. He’d like to fuck that mudblood.

“I’ve been fine, Draco. Working on my Magical Liberal Arts degree,” Hermione responded.

She was surprised the wizard asked to dance with her. Draco was smart waiting for Severus to take her to the floor and cutting in. If he had asked her directly, she probably would have declined because of their history.

“Always enlarging that brain of yours, eh Granger? Probably neglecting your body in the process. All work, no play makes you a dull witch. No one wants to be a dull witch, Granger,” he said suggestively.

“I play enough,” she responded stiffly, pulling back as Draco tried to pull her closer.

Suddenly the wizard flung her out, then gracefully spun her back into him so her back was pressed against his front. He took full advantage and pressed himself against her. Hermione quickly pulled away from him, resuming the dance, scowling.

“You’re taking liberties, Draco. I don’t appreciate it,” she said to him.

The blonde wizard smiled down at her.

“Not as many liberties as I’d like to Granger. You’ve turned into quite an appetizing little dish. Beautiful, smart and muggle-born. You’d make the perfect wife for me. I have a promising future in politics,” he said to her, “You should think about your future as well.”

Hermione looked at the wizard as if he had lost his mind.

“What? As a trophy wife?” she asked him.

“Certainly. There would be benefits. Me, for example. As well as plenty of galleons to spend. You wouldn’t have to lift a finger to work. All you would have to do would be take up a few good causes. You were always into causes,” he said, grinning at her.

“I can’t believe your gall, Draco. You haven’t seen me in years, then you have the nerve to stroll up to me and ask me to consider being your wife? Your good looks have gone to your head. I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last wizard on earth,” she said.

Draco’s eyes darkened.

“It would be a sight better than what you’ve got in store for you. Stuck in some laboratory working on spells and potions for the rest of your life, alone with your books and experiments. You’ll end up a dried up spinster the way you’re going,” he said nastily. “I bet you haven’t even been popped yet.”

Hermione was about to reply when suddenly a pale hand reached between them.

“I believe this dance is over, Mr. Malfoy. I’ll take my witch now, if you don’t mind,” Severus said coldly.

“Your witch?” Draco repeated, looking from the Potions Master to Hermione and back to the Potions Master again.

“Yes. MY witch,” Severus said rather snarkily, taking Hermione out of the blonde wizard’s arms and pulling her to him territorially. “And I assure you, she has been ‘popped.’ Repeatedly.”

Hermione blushed furiously at the Potions Master’s words. Telling Draco was a sure-fire way of making sure the entire wizarding world would know about their relationship.

Draco’s mouth dropped open as he watched the dark wizard dance away with the witch. Snape was fucking Hermione Granger? He would have never believed it if he hadn’t heard it from the Potions Master himself. He always believed the Potions Master was celibate, and that Hermione made love to her books and studies.

He looked around and saw Harry at the buffet table, putting some food on a plate. He walked over to him.

“Hey Potter,” he said, picking up a plate himself and looking over the offerings.

“Hi Draco,” Harry responded.

They had come to an understanding since they both worked for the Ministry. Their relationship was almost friendly.

“Were you aware that Hermione is shagging Snape?” Draco asked him as he put several chicken wings on his plate.

Harry looked at him.

“As a matter of fact, I am,” Harry said, looking at the wizard, frowning slightly, “Why?”

Draco shrugged.

“I just wondered, knowing how you feel about Snape,” he responded.

“Hermione’s the one sleeping with him not me. If he makes her happy, I have nothing to say about it,” Harry said evenly.

“Yes, but it’s still a bit…creepy. I wonder how long they’ve been at it? You think he was fucking her when she was a student?” he asked the boy who lived.

Harry’s eyes darkened.

“No!” he said vehemently. “Hermione wasn’t involved with him when she was a student.”

“Are you sure? You weren’t with her twenty-four hours a day,” Draco insinuated.

Harry scowled at the wizard openly now, setting his plate down and turning to face him.

“I am positive. Hermione went straight to university and wasn’t involved with anyone. I visited her often. She would have told me if she were seeing Snape,” he seethed, his fists balling. Draco was pissing him off.

“Calm down, Potter,” Draco said smoothly, “I was just asking.”

Harry frowned at him.

“I don’t want you dragging Hermione’s name through the mud, Draco. She’s a good witch and hasn’t done anything wrong. She’s an adult and has a right to be with whomever she wants to be with. Even if it is Snape,” he seethed.

“Don’t worry Potter. I’m not going to say anything against Granger or Snape. I want to move forward. I may need Snape’s endorsement in the future, he is a respected hero after all or Hermione’s if she becomes as famous as I think she will. I’m not burning any bridges, believe me,” Draco said, “I was just curious.”

Harry relaxed. Draco was too concerned with his own future to risk having either Snape or Hermione against him.

“Well, I hope your curiosity’s been fed,” the Auror replied.

“I think as well as it’s ever going to be,” Draco replied, looking over at the dancing couple. Snape was holding the witch very tightly and scowling down at her. Hermione must be some kind of masochist or something. That wizard was dark, very dark. Draco had no doubt he was into dominating the petite witch. He knew he would be. Ah well. One trophy wife down.

Draco took his plate and found an empty table.

“Snape took away your little toy I see,” said a slightly slurred voice.

Draco looked up and saw Pansy standing there, swaying slightly and glowering at him.

“Go away, Pansy,” he said dismissively, biting into a chicken wing.

“I loved you, Draco,” she said drunkenly.

He scowled up at her.

“Yeah, that’s why you fucked almost every wizard in Slytherin house,” Draco responded.

“They meant nothing, Draco. Nothing at all. That was…was…recreational sex. Not like with you,” she said.

“Pansy, get the fuck away from me,” Draco snarled. Now she was getting on his nerves.

Pansy drew her wand.

“I loved you,” she said, pointing the wand at Draco. Luckily he saw it.

“Avada Ked…” Pansy began hatefully before Draco leapt up and snatched the wand out of her hand.

“Are you fucking crazy?” he bellowed, causing everyone to turn and look at them.

Albus hurried over to them.

“Draco, what’s going on here?” the Headmaster asked him, his blue eyes switching from the blonde wizard to the now sobbing witch.

“This crazy witch tried to cast the Killing Curse on me,” he said, pointing at Pansy. Everyone gasped. The Headmaster looked startled.

“Is this true, Miss Parkinson?” Albus asked him.

“He doesn’t love me,” she sobbed.

Albus’ eyes darkened. The witch was drunk, but still cognizant enough to try and cast the killing curse on Draco. This was serious.

The Headmaster took her firmly by the arm. Draco handed him Pansy’s wand.

“Come with me, Miss Parkinson,” the Headmaster said sternly.

Pansy went with him and together they exited the Great Hall. Albus had to report her actions to the Ministry. Obviously the witch had issues she needed to deal with. She hadn’t killed Draco, but drunk or not, she made the attempt.

Draco’s close call with death was the talk of the reunion for the rest of the night. But Severus and Hermione were unaware of what had happened, they were so wrapped up in their own situation, which was quite heated. In fact, they weren’t even in the Great Hall.

Severus had danced away with Hermione, holding her quite close. Actually he had a rather iron grip on the witch and Hermione had to press her hands against his chest to make him relax.

“Thank you for rescuing me, Severus,” she said to the wizard.

Severus didn’t respond, his black eyes just swept over her. They were hard. He continued dancing with her, taking her across the Great Hall. Hermione felt as if he were angry with her for some reason. But she hadn’t done anything.

“Severus? Are you all right?” she asked him.

The dark wizard continued dancing with her in silence. They were moving off the dance floor now, but he didn’t release her. Suddenly he pushed open a door and pulled her out with him into the back corridor behind the Great Hall. Further down was the staff exit.

Taking her hand he half dragged her down the hallway and turned off into a little used corridor that turned left and ended.

“Severus, what are we doing?” she asked him.

The Potions Master stared down at her, his eyes glittering. Then suddenly he pressed the startled witch into the wall.

“I want to fuck you,” he breathed, lowering his mouth to Hermione’s throat. “Right here, right now, in that dress with those shoes.”

“No, Severus. I’m still sore. It will hurt,” Hermione protested as he ran his hands over her body.

“You can take it,” he breathed, “I want you.”

His pale hands were on her breasts now, his thumbs brushing over her nipples which were hard beneath the fabric.

“No, Severus,” Hermione said again, trying to move his hands, but he seemed to have as many hands as the Giant Squid had arms. She was heating up despite herself.

“Draco was holding you. I saw him press up against you. Against what’s mine,” Severus hissed, sliding his hand down her thigh. “It made me crazy, him touching you.”

“I told him to stop, Severus,” she responded, beginning to pant now.

“He wanted to fuck you. I could see it clearly, Hermione. He wanted to do something only I can do,” he said, his voice raw.

“Severus, I’m bound to you. No one else can have me but you,” Hermione said, “You don’t have to be jealous.”

“But I am jealous,” Severus said.

Then he kissed her hungrily, his tongue encircling hers and drawing it into his own mouth as his hands continued to fondle her body. He felt her beginning to shake. Hermione pulled away from his mouth. He was overpowering her. Severus continued to pressure her.

“I need to fuck you, Hermione. I want the memory of Draco touching you wiped from your body,” he said. “My body.”

“It didn’t mean anything Severus. His touch disgusted me. I don’t feel anything for Draco,” she whispered, her voice quavering as she felt wetness rolling down and soaking her knickers.

“It meant something to me. I need to re-establish my territory. He infringed on it. On you. Let me fuck you. It will be fast but good. I can smell you. You’re wet for me. It won’t hurt as much as you think it will,” he hissed, “I need you, Hermione. Don’t deny me.”

“Severus,” Hermione gasped as he pressed into her again, his erection hard against her pelvis. Her shoes made her taller, and the dark wizard was taking advantage of it.

“Don’t deny me,” he commanded, moving against her sensually, trying to make her break. She was almost there, beginning to move against him helplessly as fire shot through her body. The witch let out a sob of surrender. She couldn’t fight him…not when he was like this.

“Yes,” Severus said, spinning the witch to face the wall and pulling her gown up, gathering it at her waist.

He could smell her arousal strongly as he lowered her blue knickers. Severus quickly cast a silencing spell around them, and unbuttoned his robes, one hand caressing the back of the gasping witch as he did so. He quickly unfastened his pants and pulled his swollen cock out. He bent his knees and slid into Hermione’s warmth, groaning. Then he started to fuck her wildly, pistoning into the shrieking witch hard, deep and fast, holding on to her breasts as he pounded into her, reclaiming her body as he reassured himself all her sweetness was for him and him alone. He released her breasts and straightened, watching his glistening organ slip in and out of her pussy, growling the entire time. Then he began to talk to her, punctuating his words with deep hard strokes.

“You belong to me. (thrust) Me alone. (thrust) You understand that? (thrust, thrust, thrust) Answer me! (thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust)

“Yes!” Hermione cried out brokenly.

Then the Potions Master really tore into her, wrapping his arms around her waist, driving into her until she climaxed with a scream, her flow gushing around him, hot and thick, coating his cock with her essence as he hunched into her as hard as he could, then exploded himself, groaning loudly as the bliss of release raced through his shaft, shooting his load into the witch powerfully, his arms like a vise around her body, almost crushing her.

The Potions Master rested his forehead against the back of her head, panting as he recovered. He felt all right again, the image of Hermione in Draco’s arms driven from him with his release into the shuddering witch. He withdrew from her and scourgified himself, then her, pulling her knickers back up and lowering her gown again. He smoothed the wrinkles with a quick steaming spell. Then he attended himself.

The Potions Master turned the witch around and looked at her. Hermione’s lipstick was smeared from his ardent kiss, and she looked like she had just been fucked, her amber eyes heavily-lidded. He liked the look.

“Your lipstick is smeared,” he said to her gently, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiping her mouth with it.

Hermione just panted up at him. He was going to have to give her a minute or two to recover.

“Severus, you are horrible,” she gasped at him.

The wizard cocked his head at her.

“Horrible? I was horrible? Maybe I should try again,” he purred, pressing against her.

“No, no. I don’t mean that kind of horrible. You are so seductive. You don’t give a witch a chance,” she breathed.

“You need no chances, Hermione. You’re with me. Getting fucked is a sure thing,” he replied silkily. Her breathing was getting back to normal. He pulled her from the wall.

“Come on. We need to get back before your friends notice us missing,” he said, tucking his arm in hers and leading her back to the reunion.

Hermione looked up at him, wondering if he would always be this possessive. But his possessiveness was good, wasn’t it? It showed he had strong emotions concerning her. He had told Draco she was his witch. And he told her the same thing as he fucked her, made her acknowledge his claim on her. It seemed he was coming around.

And that was definitely a good thing.

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A/N: Woo hoo! Severus, Severus, Severus. You territorial dog you. Man oh man, Hermione. That’s some wizard you have there. Please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

 

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