Damage/Control
Title: Damage/Control
Team: Death Eater to the core
Challenge: Condemned
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x6
Characters: Hermione and Severus
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: violence, non-consensual sex, character death, necrophilia, cannibalism.
A/N: Set out to write fluff, got screwed by the muse…
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”What do you want?”
He´s caught her standing there again. Motionless. Staring.
She scrambles to leave. Guilt struck. Mumbles apologies.
But the door slams shut and she´s trapped. This time he means business.
”Speak up, miss Granger. Why are you here? Hm?”
He circles her like she´s a prey, she doesn´t know where to look.
Suddenly he´s too close. Touching her chin with cold fingers.
”Such a pretty face. What is it that you want?”, he muses. ”Are you really ready for this kind of game?”
She´s frozen, unable to move, her chin a detached object in his marble hand.
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At some point she finds her voice.
”Let me go, sir. Please.”
He´s so very still. Calm in his superiority. She tries to get away, but she´s well aware she´s caught. His smile is that of a conqueror.
”On your knees, Granger.”
He doesn´t even need to push her. She just obeys.
He removes his robes, taking his time doing the necessary unbuttoning. Frees himself from his trousers.
Her mouth forms a perfect ´o´, she makes an effort not to gag and he grunts his approval.
In the right moment, she swallows, and is rewarded with a calculatingly arched eyebrow.
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”Well done, miss Granger,” he praises as he tucks himself back in his trousers, ”it seems you do have some skills to be reckoned with, after all.”
She lingers on the edges of her own soul, watching from outside, afraid to connect with herself, to feel.
He kicks her in the side. Actually physically kicks her.
”Get out. And don´t worry, you´ll get perfect grades on your NEWTs.”
This stirs something inside her.
”Would have anyway.” It´s someone else´s voice.
He seems bored.
”We´ll never know that now, will we?”
”I liked you,” she thinks. ”Such a lapse in judgement.”
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The fact that she returns freaks her out.
It´s late, he wasn´t expecting anyone, least of all her.
She drops to her knees. Eyes a mix of steel and abyss. And the perfect ´o´.
The split-second insecurity hurrying across his face before he gets his shields up, and her smile is cruel.
He dares. She knew he would. She sucks and swallows. She uses her teeth. It´s impressive he manages to ejaculate. He´ll have blisters.
”I´ll kill you for this, ” she says.
”I wasn´t going to survive anyway.”
It´s sort of a classy answer and the power shifts again.
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Maybe she would have sat through the bloody NEWTs. Maybe. Probably.
But war comes between, she´s shamefully thankful for the distraction.
She plays her part convincingly, up until the final battle where she gives everything, secretly hoping for death. It would mean redemption. But in the end it´s not offered. Not for her.
Afterwards she finds him in the Shrieking Shack. Already stiff, with doll´s eyes, shallow and watery. Nothing left of that alluring power.
She´s so frustrated she screams.
And then, without understanding her own actions, she licks the wounds on his neck. Tries to suck up the poison.
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It´s all in vain. There´s no poison left. No taste of him in that blood.
Time passes. Maybe she falls asleep.
She casts a Disillusionment Charm and ignores her friends when they come looking.
She plays with him. Some spells make him move quite realistically. When she´s wet she makes him hard and fucks him with abandon, but she can´t come.
Not without his power.
Finally she burns him, hoping to feel cleansed.
She chews on him, consumes him, having her own private barbecue.
It´s a transformative feeling, but it´s not enough.
It never will be. She´s here, he´s not.
^^^^^^^^^^^^The End^^^^^^^^^^
Team: Death Eater to the core
Challenge: Condemned
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x6
Characters: Hermione and Severus
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: violence, non-consensual sex, character death, necrophilia, cannibalism.
A/N: Set out to write fluff, got screwed by the muse…
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
”What do you want?”
He´s caught her standing there again. Motionless. Staring.
She scrambles to leave. Guilt struck. Mumbles apologies.
But the door slams shut and she´s trapped. This time he means business.
”Speak up, miss Granger. Why are you here? Hm?”
He circles her like she´s a prey, she doesn´t know where to look.
Suddenly he´s too close. Touching her chin with cold fingers.
”Such a pretty face. What is it that you want?”, he muses. ”Are you really ready for this kind of game?”
She´s frozen, unable to move, her chin a detached object in his marble hand.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
At some point she finds her voice.
”Let me go, sir. Please.”
He´s so very still. Calm in his superiority. She tries to get away, but she´s well aware she´s caught. His smile is that of a conqueror.
”On your knees, Granger.”
He doesn´t even need to push her. She just obeys.
He removes his robes, taking his time doing the necessary unbuttoning. Frees himself from his trousers.
Her mouth forms a perfect ´o´, she makes an effort not to gag and he grunts his approval.
In the right moment, she swallows, and is rewarded with a calculatingly arched eyebrow.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
”Well done, miss Granger,” he praises as he tucks himself back in his trousers, ”it seems you do have some skills to be reckoned with, after all.”
She lingers on the edges of her own soul, watching from outside, afraid to connect with herself, to feel.
He kicks her in the side. Actually physically kicks her.
”Get out. And don´t worry, you´ll get perfect grades on your NEWTs.”
This stirs something inside her.
”Would have anyway.” It´s someone else´s voice.
He seems bored.
”We´ll never know that now, will we?”
”I liked you,” she thinks. ”Such a lapse in judgement.”
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
The fact that she returns freaks her out.
It´s late, he wasn´t expecting anyone, least of all her.
She drops to her knees. Eyes a mix of steel and abyss. And the perfect ´o´.
The split-second insecurity hurrying across his face before he gets his shields up, and her smile is cruel.
He dares. She knew he would. She sucks and swallows. She uses her teeth. It´s impressive he manages to ejaculate. He´ll have blisters.
”I´ll kill you for this, ” she says.
”I wasn´t going to survive anyway.”
It´s sort of a classy answer and the power shifts again.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Maybe she would have sat through the bloody NEWTs. Maybe. Probably.
But war comes between, she´s shamefully thankful for the distraction.
She plays her part convincingly, up until the final battle where she gives everything, secretly hoping for death. It would mean redemption. But in the end it´s not offered. Not for her.
Afterwards she finds him in the Shrieking Shack. Already stiff, with doll´s eyes, shallow and watery. Nothing left of that alluring power.
She´s so frustrated she screams.
And then, without understanding her own actions, she licks the wounds on his neck. Tries to suck up the poison.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
It´s all in vain. There´s no poison left. No taste of him in that blood.
Time passes. Maybe she falls asleep.
She casts a Disillusionment Charm and ignores her friends when they come looking.
She plays with him. Some spells make him move quite realistically. When she´s wet she makes him hard and fucks him with abandon, but she can´t come.
Not without his power.
Finally she burns him, hoping to feel cleansed.
She chews on him, consumes him, having her own private barbecue.
It´s a transformative feeling, but it´s not enough.
It never will be. She´s here, he´s not.
^^^^^^^^^^^^The End^^^^^^^^^^