A Dark Encounter
Title: A Dark Encounter (Part 4)
Team Name: Death Eaters, naturally...
Word Count: 400 more
Rating: Is Smut a rating? No? NC-17, then.
Challenge: Dark!Hermione
Author's Notes: Smut smut smut smut smut smut smut smut... smutsmutsmutsmutsmutsmut! Charge! Ok, who's up for some Vampire!Porn? No? Then what the hell are you doing here at grangersnape?
PART 1
She awoke in the middle of the night, a cool breeze tickling the soles of her bare feet. She glanced to her right, noticing the open bay window opposite her four poster. The full moonlight was streaming in through the aperture, the curtains lapping lightly in the breeze. She sat up, surveying the room around her quickly─ she did not remember opening the window before turning in.
At the reassurance of an empty room and the knowledge that she was, in fact, alone, she rose from the bed and shut the windows, locking them in place.
PART 2
It was not until she reached the shelter of her maple four poster that she noticed her attire was not as it was when had gone to sleep only hours before. She was wrapped in a single, sheer length of fabric that was surely made of something akin to silk. The material was unnaturally long and wrapped around her body like an ancient Roman tunic. She stared through the thin material and inhaled sharply when she noticed that she had, somehow, been divested of her undergarments at some point during the night.
That was when she noticed it─ the presence.
PART 3
She could not understand how she had missed it before, for, now, it was everywhere. She could hear dark, tantalizing whispers, but could not decipher what they were saying or where they were coming from. She paused, listening hard. The whispers were coming from everywhere. Impossible...
A dark shadow in the corner─ gone.
A movement somewhere to her left─ no more.
A feeling that someone was standing behind her, breathing roughly in her ear─ vanished before she could turn her head.
“Who are you?” she whispered to the darkness.
Nothing.
“Who the fuck are you!” she shouted, distressed.
PART 4
“I am the father,” the voice whispered in her ear.
She turned her head quickly, missing the source of the voice once more. His quickness astounded her.
The voice continued, “I am the giver of eternal life.”
She glanced around the room desperately, but to no avail. The voice was echoing around her, appearing to issue from the very walls themselves.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I wish to help you, Hermione. I wish to give you the power to assist your friends in the fight against the Dark Lord.”
The voice paused, then continued at a mere whisper.
PART 5
“I can show you what it is like to laugh in the face of death... to have no fear... to live forever.”
She shut her eyes, allowing the power of the voice to wash over her. “Show me.”
She felt as if she were floating through the air. The silk tunic was grazing her calves and hips suggestively, eliciting soft whimpers from her partially opened lips.
“Hermione,” the voice whispered into her mouth.
She opened her eyes and saw the onyx orbs of her former Potions Master staring at her with an intensity unmatched by any she had every experienced.
PART 6
In her mind, she knew she should have been frightened. She waited for her anxiety to take over, for fear to spring her into defensive action. Those thoughts quickly slipped away as she stared, transfixed, into Severus Snape's eyes.
She could sense him in her mind, but she did not care. She allowed him full access to her thoughts, her feelings, her desires...
He spoke to her without opening his mouth, his voice as intense within her head as it had been without.
'Tell me, Hermione. Tell me you want this. Tell me what it is you wish of me.'
PART 7
“I want you,” she whispered.
He cupped her face in his left hand, his right cradling her, his fingers entangled in her hair.
“So be it.”
His pupils narrowed and the black circles of his eyes expanded, eclipsing the whites completely. The color faded gradually, transforming into a soft, clear blue.
In a flash his lips were on her neck, tasting her, delicately for a moment, before he sunk his teeth into her flesh.
A thousand emotions coursed through her body. She felt, not afraid, but impassioned. Her back arched upward awkwardly, her torso pulling skyward, screaming for the ceiling.
PART 8
She felt the tranquilizing sensation of hot blood trickling down her neck, touching her collarbone and dripping off her shoulder and down to the world below them.
As her blood left her she felt her body slacken, her heartbeat growing weaker by the moment.
She experienced a fleeting moment of nervousness as she realized what she was about to give to her posessor. Her hand, which had been resting gently on Severus' back, tightened into a fist, pulling at the woolen material of his robes.
He let go of her neck, shifting his mouth to within centimeters of her ear.
PART 9
She could feel his lips brush her lobe lightly as he spoke, “Relax, my love.”
His voice was like creamy hot chocolate on a cold winter's day, warming her to the core, calming her. She let her eyelids flutter shut and relaxed her fingers. He returned his attentions to her neck.
Moments later she felt her body descending. He was lowering her to the bed. He rolled up his robe sleeve ─ the one masking his Dark Mark ─ and unbuttoned his shirt cuff. He peeled back the raven material and raised his arm above her, unsheathing his wand with his other.
PART 10
“Minsectumsempra,” he incanted, pointing his wand at his wrist.
A deep cut appeared instantly across his skin, red liquid flowing from the opening. It poured freely onto her face, leaking into her mouth through the humble vent in her lips.
Instinct made her further part her lips, lapping at the liquid luxury with her tongue. The moment she swallowed she could feel the power building in her veins, coursing through her limbs and into her fingertips.
Gradually her strength returned to her, and, with it, her sense of reality. She could feel a change in her olfactory senses.
PART 11
She could see the pores on the backs of her hands, count the hairs on her arms with a single glance.
The world was becoming clear to her now. Visions passed through her mind as vividly as if she were watching them on a movie screen. She saw the lines in her Potions Master's lips during her first potions lesson as he spoke to her. His voice was echoing in her ears, “I can teach you how to brew fame... bottle glory... even put a stopper in death.”
He had been looking only at her while he read that speech.
PART 12
“Yes,” the present-time Severus whispered to her. “It was for you. It's all been for you. I've loved you, as you are now, since before you existed.”
“How?”
“It is part of the gift,” he continued. “I foresaw what would become of you. I predicted this day. The only thing I was unsure of was whether or not you would accept my offer, Hermione. Decisions made from a mind like yours are not to be left to chance. Not if one expects a favorable answer, at any rate. And, now,” he brushed her arm lightly, “that gift is yours.”
PART 13
She sat up slowly, gazing at the room around her.
“Will you teach me?”
“Everything.”
“Why me?”
“We are such similar creatures, you and I,” he sighed. “Your mind has always intrigued me. Your strength...” he sighed. “You are mesmerizing, Hermione. I adore you. Give me the chance,” he paused, brushing her hair off her shoulder to expose her bare neck to the night. He bowed his head, his nose settling over her collarbone. He inhaled her scent, his lips brushing the bare skin of her shoulder.
“Give me the chance,” he repeated, whispering huskily, “and I shall worship you.”
PART 14
“What are we?” she asked.
“We are known by many names. Vampyre. Nosferatu. The Undead.
“Can the undead still feel?”
“More powerfully than any living creature has ever dared to imagine.”
He stroked her arm slowly with the tips of his fingernails, raking them along her skin in an agonizingly slow manner. She shivered at the intensity of his touch, unprepared for the sensations it awakened in her.
“Do you want me, Hermione?”
She shut her eyes and breathed the words, “Oh yes...”
She opened them again and he was standing in front of her, hands inches from her face.
PART 15
“Tell me.”
She exhaled deeply. “I want you.”
He cupped her face in his hands, pulling her nose to his own. “Tell me.”
“I want you!”
His lips pressed against hers harshly, his left arm snaking around to her back, pulling her flush against him. She could feel her nipples harden as her nearly bare breasts crushed against his chest, the harsh cloth of his frock coat taunting them through the thin material of her tunic.
He bent her over the bed, resting her back on the fluffy mattress. Her legs wrapped around his torso, pulling him down to her.
PART 16
“Evanesca."
With a wave of his wand they were both divested of their clothing. The abruptness with which she found her bare skin against his made her shiver. He tossed his wand to the floor and replaced his hand on her abdomen, stroking it with his palm. He drew invisible lines on her skin with his fingertip, one under each breast, another running the length of her torso from her collarbone to her navel.
She sighed at his touch, rubbing her bare feet against his calves and up his thighs. “Yes, yes...” she whimpered, digging her fingernails into his back.
PART 17
She arched her back in response to his ministrations, her toes curling in pleasure. He repeated the movements of his hands with his tongue, leaving a hot trail on her skin.
“More,” she breathed, looking up into his eyes.
“Desperation,” he whispered, “is the highest point of arousal. Want me, Hermione.”
“I─”
“Crave me.”
“I do─”
“Need me.”
“I NEED YOU!”
A feral grin. “And I, you.”
Her breath hitched as he lowered his lips to hers once more, delving his tongue into her mouth. She could taste his essence, smell his arousal, feel his excitement.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
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Ok, that was a shitty place to leave you guys... I will post the rest of this... moment... tonight (shall we say, midnight? I'll bring the wine?)
Team Name: Death Eaters, naturally...
Word Count: 400 more
Rating: Is Smut a rating? No? NC-17, then.
Challenge: Dark!Hermione
Author's Notes: Smut smut smut smut smut smut smut smut... smutsmutsmutsmutsmutsmut! Charge! Ok, who's up for some Vampire!Porn? No? Then what the hell are you doing here at grangersnape?
PART 1
She awoke in the middle of the night, a cool breeze tickling the soles of her bare feet. She glanced to her right, noticing the open bay window opposite her four poster. The full moonlight was streaming in through the aperture, the curtains lapping lightly in the breeze. She sat up, surveying the room around her quickly─ she did not remember opening the window before turning in.
At the reassurance of an empty room and the knowledge that she was, in fact, alone, she rose from the bed and shut the windows, locking them in place.
PART 2
It was not until she reached the shelter of her maple four poster that she noticed her attire was not as it was when had gone to sleep only hours before. She was wrapped in a single, sheer length of fabric that was surely made of something akin to silk. The material was unnaturally long and wrapped around her body like an ancient Roman tunic. She stared through the thin material and inhaled sharply when she noticed that she had, somehow, been divested of her undergarments at some point during the night.
That was when she noticed it─ the presence.
PART 3
She could not understand how she had missed it before, for, now, it was everywhere. She could hear dark, tantalizing whispers, but could not decipher what they were saying or where they were coming from. She paused, listening hard. The whispers were coming from everywhere. Impossible...
A dark shadow in the corner─ gone.
A movement somewhere to her left─ no more.
A feeling that someone was standing behind her, breathing roughly in her ear─ vanished before she could turn her head.
“Who are you?” she whispered to the darkness.
Nothing.
“Who the fuck are you!” she shouted, distressed.
PART 4
“I am the father,” the voice whispered in her ear.
She turned her head quickly, missing the source of the voice once more. His quickness astounded her.
The voice continued, “I am the giver of eternal life.”
She glanced around the room desperately, but to no avail. The voice was echoing around her, appearing to issue from the very walls themselves.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I wish to help you, Hermione. I wish to give you the power to assist your friends in the fight against the Dark Lord.”
The voice paused, then continued at a mere whisper.
PART 5
“I can show you what it is like to laugh in the face of death... to have no fear... to live forever.”
She shut her eyes, allowing the power of the voice to wash over her. “Show me.”
She felt as if she were floating through the air. The silk tunic was grazing her calves and hips suggestively, eliciting soft whimpers from her partially opened lips.
“Hermione,” the voice whispered into her mouth.
She opened her eyes and saw the onyx orbs of her former Potions Master staring at her with an intensity unmatched by any she had every experienced.
PART 6
In her mind, she knew she should have been frightened. She waited for her anxiety to take over, for fear to spring her into defensive action. Those thoughts quickly slipped away as she stared, transfixed, into Severus Snape's eyes.
She could sense him in her mind, but she did not care. She allowed him full access to her thoughts, her feelings, her desires...
He spoke to her without opening his mouth, his voice as intense within her head as it had been without.
'Tell me, Hermione. Tell me you want this. Tell me what it is you wish of me.'
PART 7
“I want you,” she whispered.
He cupped her face in his left hand, his right cradling her, his fingers entangled in her hair.
“So be it.”
His pupils narrowed and the black circles of his eyes expanded, eclipsing the whites completely. The color faded gradually, transforming into a soft, clear blue.
In a flash his lips were on her neck, tasting her, delicately for a moment, before he sunk his teeth into her flesh.
A thousand emotions coursed through her body. She felt, not afraid, but impassioned. Her back arched upward awkwardly, her torso pulling skyward, screaming for the ceiling.
PART 8
She felt the tranquilizing sensation of hot blood trickling down her neck, touching her collarbone and dripping off her shoulder and down to the world below them.
As her blood left her she felt her body slacken, her heartbeat growing weaker by the moment.
She experienced a fleeting moment of nervousness as she realized what she was about to give to her posessor. Her hand, which had been resting gently on Severus' back, tightened into a fist, pulling at the woolen material of his robes.
He let go of her neck, shifting his mouth to within centimeters of her ear.
PART 9
She could feel his lips brush her lobe lightly as he spoke, “Relax, my love.”
His voice was like creamy hot chocolate on a cold winter's day, warming her to the core, calming her. She let her eyelids flutter shut and relaxed her fingers. He returned his attentions to her neck.
Moments later she felt her body descending. He was lowering her to the bed. He rolled up his robe sleeve ─ the one masking his Dark Mark ─ and unbuttoned his shirt cuff. He peeled back the raven material and raised his arm above her, unsheathing his wand with his other.
PART 10
“Minsectumsempra,” he incanted, pointing his wand at his wrist.
A deep cut appeared instantly across his skin, red liquid flowing from the opening. It poured freely onto her face, leaking into her mouth through the humble vent in her lips.
Instinct made her further part her lips, lapping at the liquid luxury with her tongue. The moment she swallowed she could feel the power building in her veins, coursing through her limbs and into her fingertips.
Gradually her strength returned to her, and, with it, her sense of reality. She could feel a change in her olfactory senses.
PART 11
She could see the pores on the backs of her hands, count the hairs on her arms with a single glance.
The world was becoming clear to her now. Visions passed through her mind as vividly as if she were watching them on a movie screen. She saw the lines in her Potions Master's lips during her first potions lesson as he spoke to her. His voice was echoing in her ears, “I can teach you how to brew fame... bottle glory... even put a stopper in death.”
He had been looking only at her while he read that speech.
PART 12
“Yes,” the present-time Severus whispered to her. “It was for you. It's all been for you. I've loved you, as you are now, since before you existed.”
“How?”
“It is part of the gift,” he continued. “I foresaw what would become of you. I predicted this day. The only thing I was unsure of was whether or not you would accept my offer, Hermione. Decisions made from a mind like yours are not to be left to chance. Not if one expects a favorable answer, at any rate. And, now,” he brushed her arm lightly, “that gift is yours.”
PART 13
She sat up slowly, gazing at the room around her.
“Will you teach me?”
“Everything.”
“Why me?”
“We are such similar creatures, you and I,” he sighed. “Your mind has always intrigued me. Your strength...” he sighed. “You are mesmerizing, Hermione. I adore you. Give me the chance,” he paused, brushing her hair off her shoulder to expose her bare neck to the night. He bowed his head, his nose settling over her collarbone. He inhaled her scent, his lips brushing the bare skin of her shoulder.
“Give me the chance,” he repeated, whispering huskily, “and I shall worship you.”
PART 14
“What are we?” she asked.
“We are known by many names. Vampyre. Nosferatu. The Undead.
“Can the undead still feel?”
“More powerfully than any living creature has ever dared to imagine.”
He stroked her arm slowly with the tips of his fingernails, raking them along her skin in an agonizingly slow manner. She shivered at the intensity of his touch, unprepared for the sensations it awakened in her.
“Do you want me, Hermione?”
She shut her eyes and breathed the words, “Oh yes...”
She opened them again and he was standing in front of her, hands inches from her face.
PART 15
“Tell me.”
She exhaled deeply. “I want you.”
He cupped her face in his hands, pulling her nose to his own. “Tell me.”
“I want you!”
His lips pressed against hers harshly, his left arm snaking around to her back, pulling her flush against him. She could feel her nipples harden as her nearly bare breasts crushed against his chest, the harsh cloth of his frock coat taunting them through the thin material of her tunic.
He bent her over the bed, resting her back on the fluffy mattress. Her legs wrapped around his torso, pulling him down to her.
PART 16
“Evanesca."
With a wave of his wand they were both divested of their clothing. The abruptness with which she found her bare skin against his made her shiver. He tossed his wand to the floor and replaced his hand on her abdomen, stroking it with his palm. He drew invisible lines on her skin with his fingertip, one under each breast, another running the length of her torso from her collarbone to her navel.
She sighed at his touch, rubbing her bare feet against his calves and up his thighs. “Yes, yes...” she whimpered, digging her fingernails into his back.
PART 17
She arched her back in response to his ministrations, her toes curling in pleasure. He repeated the movements of his hands with his tongue, leaving a hot trail on her skin.
“More,” she breathed, looking up into his eyes.
“Desperation,” he whispered, “is the highest point of arousal. Want me, Hermione.”
“I─”
“Crave me.”
“I do─”
“Need me.”
“I NEED YOU!”
A feral grin. “And I, you.”
Her breath hitched as he lowered his lips to hers once more, delving his tongue into her mouth. She could taste his essence, smell his arousal, feel his excitement.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
_____________________
Ok, that was a shitty place to leave you guys... I will post the rest of this... moment... tonight (shall we say, midnight? I'll bring the wine?)