The Burning Pen

TWICE BITTEN
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 11

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 11 ~ Marking His Territory

Snape sneered down at the witch writhing around him, hunger in his dark eyes as Hermione pulsed, arching and winding her pelvis hungrily.

”It has taken you over, hasn’t it, witch?” he said, drawing back and driving into Hermione again, his cock disappearing between her slick thighs and receiving a beautiful cry for his efforts. Then he raised himself up on his hands and looked downward, drawing back again, then stiffening, Hermione clutching at his waist to draw him back.

When the witch didn’t cry out at his penetration, Snape assumed it was because someone had been here before, maybe that idiot Ronald Weasley . . .

Then he saw the blood. After which he smelled it.

“So you were a virgin,” he said softly, withdrawing from a protesting Hermione.

”No!” the witch cried out.

”Be still,” Snape hissed at her, Hermione falling silent, though her body continued to writhe as the vampire slowly slid back to better see the proof of her deflowerment. Snape pressed his hands against Hermione’s thighs, spreading them wider, his nostrils flaring at the sight of rich, vibrant blood smeared on her labia and inner thighs.

There was a frightening flash of fang as the wizard slid back further, lowering his body to the bed, his head between Hermione’s thighs.

”Please . . . don’t . . . bite . . . me,” Hermione gasped, feeling a bit of fear now but still unable to move away from the vampire.

”I won’t,” Snape replied, licking the ambrosia from her flesh slowly, savoring the combination of her musky juices with the sweet, metallic flavor of blood. Hermione keened as his tongue moved between her labia, the tip circling, then flicking her clit as Hermione keened with pleasure. She felt his fangs for a moment as they grazed her, the feeling of terror combining with delicious shudders.

Snape paused for a moment as he swallowed down the blood of Hermione’s lost maidenhead, suddenly feeling an overwhelming sense of possessiveness, of covetousness, yes . . . even ownership. His fangs retracted, then he returned to her delicate pink core gently, this time licking the rim of her entrance, bathing and soothing the small, torn area with his tongue.

”Oh dear gods, Professor,” Hermione cried out, her hands reflexively grasping his head, her fingers entwining in his hair, pulling his face against her core, once again feeling the hard, slightly curved contact of his fangs before his lips replaced them, pulling on her nub, sucking it until Hermione felt she would burst apart.

Slowly, the wizard made his way mouth-first, back up her body, his hair dragging across her skin as he kissed and suckled her flesh, teasing, taunting, tasting her as if memorizing her flavor, the warmth of her life shuddering against his lips. He took time with her breasts, caressing, mouthing, tapping until her hardened peaks ached from tightness and Hermione squirmed, anxious to feel him locked inside her body again.

The wizard nosed her throat, feeling the pulse of her jugular against his face, sensing the hot blood flowing through her. His fangs elongated once more and Hermione gasped as she felt the tips against her flesh. Dimly, she registered the vampire was going to bite her, but the weight of his body, the warmth of his skin, the hardness of his cock pressed against her thigh made nothing else matter. He could bite her if he wished, as long as he took her.

But the Potions master simply scraped her skin, puncturing only the first layer. The witch groaned, still heated, still wanting, the small pain making her even more needful. It hurt, and left two thin, red scratches on her throat, marking the witch.

Snape looked down at her, shifting his body and reaching between them, placing his girth once again against Hermione’s wet, ready entrance.

”Now,” he hissed, plunging inside the witch, sliding through her softness with an unearthly hiss of pleasure, his dark eyes fixed to Hermione’s face as she cried out, her eyes glazing as they connected and locked.

”Again,” Snape breathed drawing back and driving into Hermione, jerking her roughly.

”Again. Again. Again . . .”

The vampire claimed Hermione’s body thoroughly, his loins slapping against her as he stroked her wildly, driving her body up the bed and walking on his hands as Hermione shrieked and wound herself around him, his power and ache feeling like Salvation itself, his pale body the vehicle that would help her reach heaven. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him as he dragged her back down the bed and proceeded to fuck the shit out of the witch, Hermione lost to his strength, his ardor and his need.

Hermione slid around him, her soft inner flesh bathing the wizard in heat and wetness, and Hermione wasn’t the only one touching the hem of heaven. The wizard took her as if trying to merge with her, trying to blend and become one with the life beneath him, receiving him, calling his name, crying out for more and more of him. They were both insatiable, both caught up in the fury of their passion, their bodies squelching as they rose and fell in rippling, flexing tangent, each body an extension of the other, moving like one animal.

It was a good thing Harry’s room was so far up in the tower, because neither vampire nor witch had taken time to cast a silencing spell and Hermione’s shrill cries of passion rang out, reaching the Common Room and corridor to the entrance. Luckily, no one was about, Minerva now domiciled in the Headmistress’ office.

Hermione exploded with a scream, flowing over the wizard’s burrowing organ as if the dam had burst, Snape hissing as she tightened and pulsed, her inner grip taking him to the edge. He grit his teeth and poured it on, trying to get his last bit of pleasure from the trembling witch beneath him, trying to finish staking his claim.

Snape’s thrust became erratic and uncontrolled as he approached his peak, dimly registering that he had cast no contraceptive spell as he flew toward his release. He wasn’t sure if his little wizards were still swimming, but he couldn’t chance impregnating her with his seed, vampiric or otherwise. Suddenly the wizard withdrew with a growl, clutching the base of his cock with one hand and covering Hermione’s belly in rich, slightly yellow release as he pulsed, every cord in his neck strained as he grimaced, watching his ejaculation roll slowly down the witch’s sides and pool in her navel with satisfaction.

Hermione’s breasts rose and fell as she came back to herself, her head falling to the side, the Potions master’s eyes resting on the two thin lines on her throat. His Mark.

He looked down on the witch as she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at his sober face. Hermione blushed furiously and Snape smirked at her slightly. He wasn’t panting but felt the effects of their coupling. He leaned forward and kissed her mouth gently for a moment before sitting back on his heels.

”You are quite a wanton virgin, Miss Granger. I’ve had experienced women who couldn’t match your passion,” he said to her softly.

Hermione didn’t know what to say to this as the residual ache from their encounter thrummed through her. Then the witch yawned, her eyelids drooping. Snape looked at her rather enviously. There were few things in life as pleasant as a sated sleep. He kissed her again, and her lashes lifted.

”I will see you tomorrow, witch,” he said to her softly, “We will need a bit more blood from you and I hope you will have some pertinent thoughts concerning my condition.”

Hermione nodded sleepily, sighed and rolled to her side in a semi-fetal position, tucking her hands under her cheek like a child. Snape admired her. She certainly was no child. Again, he looked at the thin stripes on her neck. He had no idea why he had been driven to do that, but it meant something.

Or it would to other vampires of his kind.

Hermione Granger’s blood and person was off limits . . . permanently.

Hermione began to breathe deeply and Snape could sense the relaxation of her bodily functions, slowing of the heart rate, brain activity lessening.

He wondered what her dreams would be.

Suddenly, Snape noticed he was fully dressed. He climbed out of the bed and looked down on the sleeping witch before scourgifying her body and bed of his seed, then rearranging the sheets so they covered her nude boy.

”You were magnificent,” he said to her softly, and Hermione shifted, her brow furrowing as she felt his ache in her sleep. Then a little smile appeared on her face.

“Cheeky wench,” Snape said, shaking his head though his eyes weren’t harsh.

He walked toward the window then deftly leapt up on the sill, catching the upper frame for balance with one hand as he looked back at the witch.

”Good night, Hermione Granger,” Snape said to the sleeping young woman, then leapt out of the window and into the night.

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The next morning, Hermione awoke with a severe case of cramping that had her bent over double for several minutes before she finally made it to the loo, and then to the shower. She had been scourgified, but still felt the need to wash.

As she stood under the stream, she felt a guilty flush of shame mixed with pleasure concerning her night with Professor Snape. It had been . . . well, unearthly. And wonderful. Passionate. What she always thought sex should be like. Unbridled. With emotions flaring so highly that only contact with the wizard she desired would bring them under control. One of the reasons she had never shagged Ron was because he didn’t make her feel that way, as if she would die if he didn’t touch her. Their moments had been nice, and there were little surges of desire but not overwhelming . . . not enough to make her drop her knickers.

As she stood in front of the mirror and dried her hair, lifting it off her neck for a moment, she saw two red lines. She leaned closer to the mirror and saw the marks Snape had left on her. It was easy to see there would be scars when they healed.

”He marked me,” she breathed, craning her head to get a better look. “I wonder if that means anything? Anything other than he fought to keep from biting me, that is.”

When she exited the bathroom, she found hot tea and a sweet bun waiting for her on the night stand. The house elves were still at Hogwarts and aware she was there. Most likely they were aware Snape was there as well, but no one thought to question house elves. Even if they were questioned, they would keep the secret since they served the inhabitants of Hogwarts, which Hermione, Snape, Harry and Ron were, whether Living or Undead.

Hermione got dressed then sat down to her breakfast, using Harry’s writing desk as a table. She sipped the tea and could immediately tell something had been added to soothe her aches. She blushed. The house elves obviously knew she had fucked a vampire. She ate her bun, finished her tea, then began to think. She had left Snape’s presence so quickly last night, she left all her things in his chambers. But that was fine. She knew what she had found out, and the books were still here.

Hermione put the plate and cup aside and began to leaf through the books, trying to find out if there were any references on restoring a vampire to full human form. She only found one reference that stated a vampire that had not yet fed could return to human form if the original vampire that started the line was killed.

Hermione blinked down at this. Snape, Harry and Ron had already drank blood . . . but there could still be something in this, since many of the facts she had read about vampires didn’t exactly apply to the Professor and her friends.

Besides, after spending another two hours poring through the books, she could find nothing else.

She then looked up the vampires of the region Snape had been in when bitten all those years ago.

She found three types of vampires. The "Ekimmu" who were those who suffered a premature or violent death and were either unfulfilled in love or received an improper burial. It would wander the earth and attack anyone unfortunate enough to cross its path.

This didn't sound like the vampire who attacked Snape. She had targeted him and didn't seem to just be wandering around the desert looking for someone to bite.

Next, she read about the "Utukku." Its origin was a bit divided. One theory was it was a spirit who died and was unable to find rest, but the other said the creature was a demon in a reanimated corpse.  No, Lilutu didn't look like a corpse by a long shot.  She looked human and wasn't even pale.

Then Hermione found a creature called a "Lilitu," a vampire that sucked the blood of babies and young children. Well, Snape hadn't been a child when bitten, although he was a young wizard. But the name the vampire used was similar enough to this to be of interest. There wasn't much else on the creature.

Hermione sighed.

Maybe there was a chance that they could find the vampire and kill her. Maybe the creature's death would remove the curse on the Professor. It was the only option she could offer the Professor and it was a poor one. Still it was all they had at this point. But how could they travel? They couldn't Port Key because they would have to eventually pass through sunlight someplace. Brooms were out of the question for the same reason. And it was too far to apparate. If the Professor and Harry and Ron actually did sleep the sleep of the Undead, they might have been able to get passage on a ship with Hermione watching over them during the day. But they didn't sleep so wouldn't be able to pass over moving water and there were oceans between here and Iraq.

Still, she would go to Snape with the theory that if Lilutu were killed, he might be restored. Maybe together, they could figure out a way to travel to the distant land.

If they couldn't . . . Hermione might have to go it alone.

She was willing if it would save them, all of them, including the Potions master. They were more than former allies against Voldemort now. The wizard had been intimate with her and she couldn't help but feel an attachment to him. She would like to have him restored for a number of reasons, though their attraction might dissolve if he were to become human again. Still, he deserved so much more than this fate.

Well, whatever was decided . . . someone was going to have to go and find Lilutu.

And kill her.

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A/N: Hermione the Vampire Slayer?  lol.  :::shudders:::  I think we're going to be quite safe from THAT scenario. :::shudders again::: Thanks for reading.

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