The Burning Pen

Dark Lady
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 14

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 14 ~ Snape's Success

Hermione stalked toward a kneeling, naked Draco with a length of thick, soft rope in her hands. She'd decided to work off her frustration with the pureblood rather than continue to gouge stone out of the walls. Rubble lay around the perimeter of the throne room.

The wizard's gray eyes lit up as Hermione draped the rope around his neck and slowly began to tighten it. Draco began to gasp as his air supply was slowly cut off, his eyes watering as his erection sprung to life—

Suddenly, the rope loosened as Hermione looked puzzled.

"What?" Draco asked, disappointed he hadn't been brought to the brink of passing out.

"Severus. He's asking to join me."

"Tell him no."

Hermione stared down at Draco, then slapped him hard.

"You presume to tell me what to do, Draco?"

"I'm sorry, my Lady," Draco simpered, his cheek holding Hermione's handprint.

"Go home," she hissed, flicking a finger at him.

"But—"

Draco was gone. Hermione didn't care where he appeared at the Manor. Wherever he did, he'd be buck naked with a rope around his neck.

Hermione pulled her wand out of her robes pocket, pulled back her left sleeve and touched the tip of it to her Dark Mark.

Snape appeared before her, his face slightly contorted.

"Your servant is here, ready and willing," he said, his voice thick.

Hermione could smell the Firewhisky on him.

"You're drunk," she observed, her eyes narrowed.

"Yes, I am. But not too drunk to exercise some demons," he replied. "You're half demon, I have demons—"

Snape caught her roughly by the shoulders, shaking her.

"All powerful—the Dark Lord's killer—Avenger of Harry Potter—you give pain, but can you take it away? Can you, Hermione Granger?"

Snape kissed her roughly, the taste of Firewhisky on his tongue as he scoured her mouth. He pulled away from her lips, snarling down at her.

"Aren't you going to destroy me?" he hissed at her. "Aren't you going to rain down your wrath upon me like you've done to others? Aren't you?"

His eyes were full of pain, and Hermione stared up at him.

"Who was she?" Hermione asked him softly, her lips slightly swollen. No, she wasn't going to destroy him. His lack of fear was a turn on as was his anger.

"Take the pain away," he said through gritted teeth, not addressing her question as he began unbuttoning his robes with one hand as he clasped the witch by the throat with his other hand and backed her toward the desk.

Hermione had never been treated like this, and a part of her responded to Snape's rough treatment. It wasn't violence, but raw, animal and honest need. Gods, he made her feel as if she wanted to burst into flame that had nothing to do with hell-fire.

His grip was tight, but he couldn't hurt her. Not really. Hermione stopped against the edge of her desk and Snape roughly lifted her, sitting her on it and pushing up her robes. She was naked beneath them. He tore away the rest of his buttons impatiently as he ripped open his robes, revealing a slender, scarred, pale body and very tented briefs, which he yanked down.

Hermione was pleasantly surprised for an instant, before he unceremoniously impaled her on his thick cock without as much as a "May I, Dark Lady?"

Hermione let out a hiss and jerked as Snape drove hard against her cervix, looking down at where he penetrated her, then his eyes snapped to her face. The pain within those dark orbs washed over her and suddenly, she was drawn into his mind, into his memories as he pushed her down to her back and began to stroke her madly. Every time he hit bottom there was a bright flash of an image.

His being beaten by his father, sitting with a red-headed girl, being tripped by a messy haired boy wearing glasses, dueling several wizards at once, again the red-haired girl.

Lily Potter. It was Harry's mother. Snape had loved her.

Hermione gasped as Snape pounded her brutally, driving his pain into her psyche as Hermione witnessed his love and his loss and his subsequent oath and suffering for the sake of the woman he once loved. Flashes and images overwhelmed Hermione's mind as Snape overwhelmed her body, scattering the folders as he climbed on the desk, following her sliding body and not letting up as he grasped her wrists to hold her in place.

Hermione's eyes welled up as she took in his pain, empathy and sorrow filling her as his emotions became her own. She drew the pain away from him, compelled to try and give him peace, something Snape hadn't experienced for a long, long time, if ever in his life.

The sound of slapping bodies was all that could be heard as Snape took every inch of Hermione Granger, hunching into her, his head becoming light, his muscles beginning to protest, his robes clinging to his back with perspiration. Still he rode her body as if possessed, letting out all of the pent-up rage and pain inside him.

Hermione was in perfect bliss, Snape's ache deep inside her, powerful, animal. It was—freeing not to be the dominant one. She orgasmed, her release washing over Snape's plunging cock, the wizard hissing and falling to her mouth, once again raping it hungrily as he approached his own climax. The memories, they were dulled, his head empty, the ache inside him gone now. He broke the kiss and looked down at Hermione, then came with hoarse cry, stiffening as he pulsed inside her heat.

It hadn't been a long engagement, or the one that Hermione had originally envisioned. There had been no foreplay, but she found she was very satisfied because Snape's passion more than made up for the lack of caresses and kisses.

Spent, Snape fell on top of her again, both of them panting, hearts thudding in their chests as they recovered. After a minute or two, Hermione was the first to speak.

"Severus, I'm going to have to assign those reparations immediately and release the Death Eaters from my rule by tomorrow at the latest," she said softly.

Snape looked down at her, sober now from all his exertion.

"Release them?" he asked her. "I had no idea you intended to do that so soon."

"I have to, Severus. I no longer have the power to hold them, thanks to you," she replied, her voice quavering slightly. Snape gently withdrew from her body, his organ limp and wet with their mingled juices. He stood up, looking down at her with a perplexed expression.

"Me?"

"Yes, you. Tell Albus you were successful," Hermione told him, sitting up on her elbows. "Tell him—my soul is restored. When I took away your pain, I drew everything you felt inside of me. I had to—you've suffered so much—too much."

Snape stared down at her, slowly comprehending just what Hermione had done.

"You sacrificed your powers—for me."

Hermione nodded.

"I'm completely human now," she said softly

Snape stared at her.

"If I had known—" he began.

"You were supposed to make me lose my powers, and you did it. Albus knew what he was doing when he assigned you the task. He knew out of everyone, it was you I empathized with the most, even when my soul was halved."

Snape pulled out his wand and Scourgified Hermione, then himself and helped her off the desk. They fixed their clothing, then stood facing each other. The feelings of anguish the Potions master had felt, was gone, as was his guilt concerning Harry Potter. He had done all he could to protect him and had done so successfully for many years. He was an adult when he was killed. Snape helped him to get that far. It was enough.

"Thank you, Hermione," he said softly.

"It couldn't be helped, Severus," she replied with a sigh. "Now, we'd better sort out all of these scattered papers. I'm going to start summoning them first thing in the morning. You will serve as my Bonder—"

Hermione realized she no longer had the power to compel Snape to just arbitrarily meet her demands.

"If you will—"

Snape quirked his lip at her.

"I am still in your service, my Lady," he replied.

Hermione gave him a soft, relieved smile.

"Thank you. I'm going to need you to pull this off. We have a few preparations to make. Are you good at illusions?"

Snape nodded.

"Good. Now, let's put our heads together."

Snape and Hermione spent the next three hours planning the reparations and release of the Death Eaters back into society. Snape hoped Hermione was a good actress. If she wasn't, it could very well mean her life—and his.

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The next morning, Lucius Malfoy was summoned to the throne room. He noted with a bit of surprise that the summons wasn't painful. He appeared before Hermione's throne and bowed deeply to the narrow-eyed witch.

"Lucius," she said tightly.

"My Lady," the wizard replied a bit nervously. Snape was standing beside the throne, looking very sober.

Lucius heard a snarl and turned to see a replica of the pit that had held Hermione's last victims. Inside it, three hellhounds sat on their haunches, slavering up at him, their eyes glowing. He swallowed and looked back at Hermione nervously.

"You've been summoned here to be given a choice. Take an Unbreakable Vow or die very painfully," Hermione hissed at him.

Lucius knew better than to ask what the vow would be. That would sound like he was considering death, and he wasn't.

"I will take the vow," the wizard said quickly.

"A very wise decision," Hermione said, standing up and approaching him along with Snape.

Lucius took the vow, agreeing to the terms three times. He was to give a very generous donation twice a year to the Foundation for the Fatherless, an organization that cared for orphaned children, particularly those whose parents had fallen to Voldemort.

After the vow was completed, Hermione pulled up her left robes sleeve.

"Display your mark, Lucius," she ordered the blond wizard. He did so.

Hermione touched the tip of her wand to her mark and said a long invocation. The tip of her wand turned a nearly blinding white. She touched it to Lucius' mark and the wizard gave a cry as it glowed white hot, then disappeared.

"You are hereby released from my service, Lucius Malfoy. Try not to be an arse for the remainder of your life," Hermione said to him.

Lucius couldn't believe it. He was free from service? No longer a Death Eater?

This was too fantastic for words.

"Thank you, my Lady," he said with a bow.

"Miss Granger will do from here on out," Hermione replied as Snape looked on.

"Miss Granger," Lucius purred with a smile.

Then, he Apparated.

"That went rather well," Snape observed.

"Yes it did. Now, we just have to get through all the others," Hermione said, strengthening the pit illusion a bit. The hellhounds were starting to get a little unfocused.


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