Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 71 ~ Severus’ Decision

Hermione felt a tight knot in her belly as she entered the bedroom. Severus seemed quite focused on getting his due. In fact, he reminded her of the way he used to be. Lustful, but detached. She turned around expecting him to be right behind her.

Severus walked slowly down the hall. Despite his cool demeanor he was very aroused, but it was a rather dark, animalistic arousal, not the tender attraction he had developed for Hermione over the passing months. Severus had changed very much, but he still had that undercoating of darkness…he was still very much the cold, proud Potions Master. And Hermione had mistreated him. He never took mistreatment well from anyone…not even his pregnant wife was beyond his wrath. He felt the need to show her he was still the one in charge in this relationship. He loved her, but she had to respect him. True, he had laughed at her, but it didn’t warrant such a reaction from the witch in his estimation, though it was quite a good hex.

Hermione was married to a Slytherin after all, and as such she was subject to his beliefs despite her own Gryffindor background. And the wizard believed in facing the consequences for one’s actions. To him, the ability to accept consequences was proof positive of both courage and strength. No one was exempt from this kind of karma. Not even his wife.

Severus Snape was the consummate alpha male. He was strong, proud, territorial, dangerous and sexual. Since Hermione was a woman, and his woman…his response was to dominate her sexually and make her submit, his body being the source of her pleasure and her pain, his cock, the plunging sword of justice. In this way he could feel his power and influence over Hermione, pulling primal responses from the witch that she had no control over.

He knew she was an independent and strong woman…he appreciated that about her, but by the same token he reveled in her weakness when he took her so strongly. Every part of Hermione, physically, mentally and emotionally belonged to him in those moments. She gave everything to her Potions Master and he hungrily accepted it…demanding even more. Now she would be required to give herself to him under his terms again to soothe his hurt pride.

Hermione instinctively understood Severus even better than she was consciously aware of. The wizard met her needs, complemented them and fulfilled them. She had needed a strong, intelligent male influence in her life. She had grown up dealing with males who were mentally weak and intellectually lacking…who were easily manipulated and had to be directed. She loved Ron and Harry, but they were not the kind of male influence that awakened any response in her.

In essence, Severus Snape had been the strongest, most courageous man Hermione knew, and she could see past his coldness, understanding how difficult his life was, and although he had never been approachable, he had her respect and captured her imagination. Mentally and intellectually he was strong, not subject to manipulation, and was a director…not a directee. He kept the world at arm’s length, but she wanted desperately to slip under that extended arm and reach him. She had managed it, though she went through difficult times and had to submit to him in order to reach his heart.

The Potions Master tested her time and time again, and found her satisfactory. Now she had his love, but he was still that wizard who she fell for, the dominating, snarky, proud Slytherin with a voice of silk and a hard, demanding, possessive nature. Severus coveted pleasure, he had so little of it in his life before her. It was no surprise he partook of it in whatever manner he saw fit. Even in his wrath, he selfishly made sure he found pleasure in her. And his finding pleasure in her fulfilled the witch regardless of the circumstances she found herself in.

Severus entered the bedroom, letting his dark eyes wash over Hermione for a moment, then he closed the door slowly, locking it and placing a silencing ward around the room. He walked toward her, his pale hand extended.

“Your wand, wife,” he said, flexing his fingers a bit.

Hermione handed him her wand and watched as he placed it in his wardrobe, warding it securely. Then he walked into the bathroom. Hermione heard him opening the potions cabinet, then closing it. Severus walked out of the bathroom, a small bottle in his hand. He strode over to her and uncapped it. Hermione recognized the bottle immediately. It was a colonic.

“Drink this,” Severus said, handing her the bottle, his black eyes glinting at her. Hermione tipped it to her lips and swallowed it down, knowing it would do no good to protest. She had agreed to this after all. She handed the bottle back to the wizard and he restoppered it, setting the empty bottle on the nightstand, then watching her squirm as the potion took effect.

When Hermione stopped squirming, Severus took out his wand.

“Divesto,” he said, removing all of the witch’s clothing.

The Potions Master’s eyes swept over her rounded form taking in the sight of the mother of his child, his wife, his lover. He pushed her back gently toward the bed until the back of her legs rested against the edge of it.

“Open my robes,” he said, “You can sit when it becomes difficult.”

Hermione began to unfasten Severus’ robes as the Potions Master caressed her body, letting his hands smooth over her throat, breasts, belly and hips, his dark eyes focused on her face as she tried to concentrate on opening his robes. She was heating up under his ministrations, her nipples hardening and an ache starting between her thighs. Her breathing became faster as she reached the midway point of his robes, and she sat down on the bed, the Potions Master moving closer and leaning slightly so he could continue touching her.

Hermione was almost panting by the time she finished opening his robes. Severus stopped caressing her and straightened. Hermione looked at his white shirt and tented trousers, then up at him.

“I believe you were going to ‘influence’ me with fellatio, wife,” he said silkily, his eyes rather hot. He gripped Hermione’s head tightly in one hand, locking his pale fingers in her curls “I’m rather looking forward to sticking my cock in the mouth that said the words that hexed me this morning,” he hissed. “Open my trousers, witch.”

Hermione felt a gush of lubrication between her thighs as she felt him grip her hair so roughly. Gods, she knew he was supposed to be paying her back, but damn…she was looking forward to this.

Severus could smell his wife’s arousal, and that satisfied him immensely. Knowing she wanted him even as he was punishing her was reassuring. It absolved him of feeling any guilt. Hermione’s small hands worked at his trousers. She was good at this now and peeled them back, revealing his boxers. His cock was swollen beneath the soft fabric, the serpentine imprint huge and throbbing as it bulged, waiting for freedom.

Severus jerked her head a bit.

“Come on, witch…you know what to do,” he purred at her.

Hermione obediently pulled his trousers down, then lowered his boxers. His cock sprang out, ready for action. Hermione looked up at him.

“Severus,” she said throatily.

“Yes?” he replied, his hand locked in her hair, ready to guide her. “What is it witch?”

“I have to pee.”

Severus looked at her startled, then released her hair with an aggravated sigh.

“Good gods, Hermione…go pee then,” he griped stepping back from her so she could get past him.

After a few tries, Hermione stood up and waddled off to the bathroom, leaving Severus standing next to the bed, scowling, with his trousers and boxers around his thighs and his cock throbbing.

The wizard folded his arms and waited, drumming his fingers on his arm impatiently.

After what seemed like five minutes, he heard a tiny, tiny trickle that lasted about five seconds. Then another two minutes passed and the loo flushed. Severus had gone down to half-mast as he waited

After another minute, Hermione appeared in the door of the bathroom and duckwalked back over to the bed, sitting down on it heavily and almost rolling backwards. Severus stared down at her with exasperation.

“It took you all that time to pee for five seconds?” he asked her, scowling blackly.

Hermione looked at him mutinously.

“Well, it took me a while to sit on the loo…then…well I guess I didn’t have to go as bad as I felt I did,” she replied, her voice cracking a bit, “then I had to wipe…I can’t even begin to tell you what an ordeal that is, plus I had to stand up again. You should try peeing when you’re shaped like this.”

Severus raised his eyes to the ceiling. This wasn’t going at all like he envisioned. He couldn’t do this now. Hermione might be willing but she wasn’t in any condition to satisfy his need for revenge. She was just too pregnant. It would be too much for the witch. He’d have to wait.

“Get in the bed,” he said to her.

Hermione looked up at him as he pulled out his wand and divestoed the rest of his clothing.

“What…what are you doing Severus? What about…” she asked him.

Severus sighed.

“Hermione, you aren’t up to this. You are willing but…but I find that because of your condition a reprieve is necessary. You will pay for hexing me, but not now. Besides, we will probably be interrupted several times because you’ll have to pee…”

“I can hold it,” she said frowning up at him.

“And probably spring a leak at the worst possible moment. I’m not into golden showers, wife,” he said, helping Hermione into the bed then climbing in after her, laying behind her and pulling her close against him, sighing.

Severus didn’t make any attempt to enter her. He lay behind the witch, his chin on her head, his chest rising and falling against her back, his cock resting semi-rigid against her buttock. Hermione didn’t understand why he wasn’t at least fucking her.

“What are you doing?” she asked him.

Severus was silent a moment.

“Thinking about Remus Lupin,” he replied. “That’s the equivalent of having a bucketful of never-ending ice water thrown over me.”

“Thinking about Remus? But I didn’t even do what I…” she began.

“Hermione, I had already said I would think about it. You didn’t need to do anything else. I don’t want you performing sexual favors on me for the sake of someone else,” he said darkly, “I only agreed to it because of what you did to me this morning, not because of Remus. I don’t want that werewolf in my bedroom…and I don’t want my wife sucking my cock for him either. I only want you doing that for me because you want to, or for your own wicked little gains,” he said to her, tightening his arms around her.

Hermione went silent. She had made a mistake with her husband, a big one. She felt a bit ashamed of herself.

“I’m sorry, Severus,” she said in a small voice.

He didn’t reply for a long time. Hermione thought he might have fallen asleep.

“I’ve decided to help Lupin,” he said suddenly.

Hermione gasped and struggled in Severus’ arms to turn around to face him. She managed to do it after several tries. He didn’t help at all but lay there with a small smirk on his face as she struggled.

“Oh Severus, thank you!” she cried, planting kisses all over his face.

Severus allowed this for a bit, then pulled away from her.

“The only reason that I’m doing it is because he is obviously going to be in close proximity to my mother,” he said rather darkly, “Although he only transforms during the full moon, he does have a tendency to become more animalistic as it approaches. He still can control himself, but certain aspects of his animal nature are increased. Although Remus has no interest in witches, he still makes sure to separate himself as much as possible from females when the full moon is waxing and waning. His werewolf half has no compunction to be…celibate and it is safe to assume Remus becomes decidedly more “sexually-minded” immediately before and after his transformations. If he is going to be working with my mother, that has to stop.”

“The wolfsbane potion allows him to retain his human mind to some extent, but he can still be overridden by the animal’s instincts, which is why he confines himself. He is at his worst when actually transformed, but he still retains his animal urges several days before and after. He may be in my mother’s presence at those times. So, it is in my and my mother’s best interest to find a cure for him. But there will be conditions. Remus cannot be anywhere near my mother three days before and three days after the full moon. Both he and my mother will have to agree to this before I begin my work.”

“I am going to have Albus help me construct a lab a short distance from the house, so I can be here while working on the potion. Remus will have to reimburse me for my work when he gets on his feet. This is no gift from the heart. This is in fact, coercion on the part of you and my mother. How the werewolf managed to move you two to plead his cause is beyond me, though I suspect it is his situation and vulnerability that has both your and my mother’s hearts bleeding all over the place. My mother is especially susceptible to the plight of the ‘underdog’ because…well because she is,” Severus said. “I only hope that the werewolf remains a ‘project’ and nothing more.”

The wizard scowled blackly as he said this. He didn’t even want to imagine the werewolf fucking his mother. It was too disturbing. But he knew if he tried to tell his mother what to do he would be in for it. He had a feeling his mother wouldn’t hesitate to hex him for what she would perceive as his ‘disrespect’. She never had, but then again she didn’t have a wand like she did now. Plus, she had already threatened to hex him once concerning the werewolf. On his wedding day at that.

Severus still hadn’t told Hermione about his childhood, so didn’t reveal that he felt his mother felt drawn to other unfortunates because of her experience as an abused witch. But Hermione knew this. Hermione also suspected that Isadora felt drawn to Remus because he was the opposite of Darius. He was quiet, gentle and rather submissive in his nature, perfectly content to let someone else have the control. He knew what it was to be abused in his way and because of that did not have an abusive bone in his body.

This was not to say that Remus was not a man capable of acts of strength and courage, because he was. If he were called upon to face a situation, he would rise to it. He was a skilled wizard and a brave one. He never evidenced any fear of Dementors despite how dangerous the creatures were, and it was Remus who went after Sirius Black when he believed his old friend intended on harming Harry. Obviously, he got over his friendship/acceptance issues in later life, deciding to do the right thing rather than the safe thing. He was not going to sit back and watch the animagus kill the boy. Plus he had developed his skills against the Dark Arts in some way. How was a mystery, but his skill had to come from practice. He was well able to protect Isadora if he ever had need to.

Hermione knew despite most people’s opinion of Remus Lupin having a weak character, he was in actuality a good man and a good wizard who only needed a break in his hard life. If Isadora gravitated towards him, Hermione could understand it. Severus would just have to deal with it.

“I’m sure they will agree to your terms, Severus,” Hermione said, smiling at her husband and getting a very, very warm feeling in her belly as she looked at him.

“That’s the only way I will help the werewolf,” Severus replied, his brow furrowed. It was obvious he didn’t really want to help Remus…but he had said he would, and he would keep his word.

Hermione moved closer to her husband and started kissing him again. At first the Potions Master was stiff and unresponsive, but he slowly began to react to her soft, probing kisses, a low growl sounding in the back of his throat as his hands caressed her back and soft buttocks. He pulled back.

“Are you doing this because of Remus?” he asked her, frowning slightly.

“No, Severus. I’m doing this because I think you’re wonderful,” she replied softly.

The wizard arched an eyebrow at his wife, his cock pulsing against her belly.

“Roll over,” he said, pushing her gently, helping Hermione to turn the other way, intending on showing the witch just how ‘wonderful’ he could be.

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A/N: Severus gave her a break. He was right to…it could have gotten very messy and they probably would have had to stop to accommodate Hermione’s condition several times. That would have been more frustrating to the wizard than satisfying to him. Lol on her stopping to pee. Too funny. And he did agree to help Remus if just to keep the werewolf off his mother. Lol. Anyway, please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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