Decimoctavos

Forbidden Obsession

Decimoctavos

Hermione had cried for nearly an hour when she suddenly sat up. Biting her bottom lip, she flinched. It was still painful and swollen. She could taste the dried blood and salt from her tears. Wiping her eyes she looked around. An expression of realization washed over her and she quickly got to her feet.

'How could I be so stupid?' Her thoughts were clearer than they had been in weeks. Pushing her hair back, she carefully inspected her surroundings and found what she needed – a potions cabinet. With a pleased expression, she opened it. Inside were vials of potions, collectively organized, and each labeled with Severus' handwriting.

It had finally occurred to her that they were locked in Severus' rooms. Voldemort had not hesitated over which room to put them in and the wards sealed not from the outside but the inside, indicating that the room recognized Severus.

She went into the bathroom with several vials in hand. It was clear from the well-stocked potions cabinet and the large porcelain bathtub that Severus was prepared for similar situations. Drawing a bath, she opened a few of the vials and added the contents to the water. She then emptied the rest of the vials into a bowl and placed it next to the tub.

Going back to the bedroom, she gently patted Severus down in search of... "There you are," she whispered, drawing out his wand. His body still lay motionless on the bed. She carefully levitated him into the bathroom and removed both their clothing. She stepped into the bath and levitated him down into the water in front of her. She cradled his limp, injured body, supporting it with hers. Leaning his head back against her chest, she dipped the washcloth into the bowl of potions and gently washed his face.

Hermione finally understood what was occurring between her and Severus. She had been chosen as his life mate -- although she used the term 'chosen' lightly. She was aware of the circumstances that brought her here but there was something powerful occurring between them and she did not want to stop it. Remembering what she had read about the Romanian vampire, she knew their connection was real, and it finally occurred to her how she could heal him. It would just be a matter of time before she could restore enough of his energies to allow the final step in his healing and their transformation to be complete.

She gently rubbed and messaged his body with her hands, caressing his skin with the potions. Closing her eyes she ran her fingers along his torso, memorizing every scar, every crease, every detail. Her legs surrounded his, holding him, supporting him. Her fingers slowly moved down his thighs. The cuts her fingers had passed were now healing. Her fingers moved up to his abdomen back to his chest. Keeping her eyes closed she slowly inhaled his scent. Concentrating all of her energies on him, she slowly exhaled through her mouth, releasing her love for him. Severus did not move. She did it again. Still he did not move. Hermione held him closer, grazing her lips against his face. Again she breathed deeply.

Severus' breathing had been steady, but on his next breath he inhaled deeply, taking in her energy. His body, still broken and battered, lay on hers, but with each breath his body slowly began to heal. With her every breath, Severus breathed in.

Hermione knew that a Romanian vampire survived on the energy produced by other living creatures and that blood and sex were the two greatest sources of energy. This is why Voldemort had abducted her from Hogwarts and demanded that she heal him. If she was in fact to be his life mate, then she was the only one capable of this task.

Severus' eyes opened and fixed on the ceiling of the bathroom. The injuries his body had endured were evident as tremors moved along his limbs. Hermione leaned forward a bit so that he could see her better. A bit of the blood had drained from his eye. His breathing was still staggered.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Remus!" cried Tonks, "We've been searching everywhere for you!" Remus staggered in, clutching his ribs. He had four cuts across his face, indicating another creature had clawed him. He headed toward the nearest chair, trying to maintain his stoic attitude, but flinched as his sat. Still clutching his ribs, he pushed his hair back and glared at Tonks.

"You're not my keeper," he sneered.

"No, I'm not, but I am your friend," she snapped back. "Why didn't you take your Wolfsbane potion? You know we can't risk you being seen, especially now." He readjusted himself in his chair, again cringing from the pain. He glared at her.

"Gods, we can't let the werewolf be seen because it could jeopardize Severus' position," he said sarcastically. "Why should we protect him now? Look what he has done!" Remus got to his feet, winching from the pain. "He has fucked up everything! He has shown where his loyalties truly lie, and yet, you are protecting him." Tonks approached him. Crossing her arms, she glared back at him.

"Did it ever occur to you that you are the one I am protecting?" she spat. Remus' expression went from anger to shock.

Turning his back on her, he quietly said, "I'm not worth protecting."

"Yes, you are," said Tonks gently. She watched Remus' shoulders drop along with his head. He had given up hope. She walked up to him and took him by the hand. Moving to face him, she said again, "Remus, you are worth protecting." She looked into his gray eyes and saw his pain.

Remus closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. He heard her words, but they meant nothing to him. He felt trapped and as far as he was concerned the only way out was death.

"Come on, love," she said gently. "Let's clean your wounds and fix those broken ribs." Tonks led him to the kitchen, silently vowing that she was going to prove to him that he was worth protecting.

She opened the door to the kitchen. Remus slowed down to allow her to walk through first and she slowed down to allow him to walk through and together they walked in side by side, getting wedged in the door. Tonks blushed and looked up at him with dark, twinkling eyes.

"Did I ever tell you that I'm dead clumsy?" A gentle smile spread across Remus' face that soon turned into a frown. He began crying. Tonks turned to him and held him as he sobbed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Severus soon regained enough energy to be able to sit up on his own. The water splashed over the sides of the tub. Both of them remained silent. He knew what had to be done to insure his survival, but he did not know if she was willing. Fighting his instinct to feed forcefully, he kept his back to her. She could offer so much more if he could just contain his urge to survive, allowing the transformation to happen. If she were willing, she would be his life mate. If she were not willing, she would become just another victim.

"Hermione, there is more that I require of you." His voice broke the silence. There was a pause before she answered.

"I know." Her voice was without emotion. It was for her to decide his fate, but to her the decision had already been made.

"Are you willing?" Severus knew that which ever answer she chose, he would be leaving here with his energies fully restored.

Hermione remembered searching the dungeons for him, trying to break into his rooms, desperate to find him because she needed him. Sitting here with him she questioned herself, was she doing this for her needs or his? The control of the transformation was so powerful that she could not answer the question.

"Yes," she said.

He stood up and stepped out of the bathtub. His legs were still a bit shaky, but it did not stop him. Offering his hand to Hermione, he assisted her out of the tub too. Hermione normally would have been self-conscious at being unclothed in front of a man, but she was more nervous of what she had to do. Severus escorted her to his bed. Still holding her hand, he turned to face her, but didn't look at her. Standing in front of her, water dripped from the ends of his black hair, down his body. She stood in front of him with water running down her body, and she waited.

"It wasn't supposed to be this way," he said. She looked up at him, but he was looking past her. "Do you understand that this will be the final step?"

"Yes."

"You understand that you will be my life mate and will be faithful to me, no matter which path I choose."

"Yes."

"Hermione, there is no going back."

"I know, Severus."

Closing his eyes, he breathed in and out very slowly, drawing all of his energies. Opening his eyes, he made eye contact with her. Her reaction was instantaneous as she inhaled quick and deep, as if taking the breath of life. Her head tilted back and her chest puffed out as it filled with air. He looked into her eyes for several moments, reading her thoughts and desires. Satisfied with what he saw, he lifted her onto the bed and joined her.

"This won't be gentle," he whispered, "I don't know how to be gentle." There would be no control in this consummation. It would be driven by desire and need, along with her willingness to accept him. Positioning himself on top of her, he quickly claimed her mouth, crushing her lips with his.

His mouth was bruisingly hard with both desperation and passion. She felt the kiss burning into her. His hand moved to the back of her head and laced through her hair, pulling her closer to him. His tongue demanded entrance and she parted her lips, allowing it to thrust inside, tasting and exploring. Desire and need consumed her soul. The intensity of her desperate need for this man tormented her, making her hunger for what she knew only he could offer. She wrapped her hands around his back, just below his shoulder blades of his thin frame. Thrusting her tongue into his mouth, she responded to him.

Breaking off the kiss, he took his free hand and pushed her jaw up, exposing her neck. Her creamy white flesh taunted him. He had to taste her, all of her. Licking her neck, he bit her, but didn't break the skin. He continued nipping and biting her down her throat to breasts while she whimpered. His hand moved to her breast, kneading it. Her nipple was hard and he sucked it into his mouth. Stroking his tongue over the peaked end, he roughly grazed his teeth against the sensitive flesh, causing her to cry out in reaction.

Severus grasped her hair tightly, holding on and fighting the urge to just ravish her. His need was intense, but he had to do this correctly for her to become his. It would be the first time he had performed such an act without controlling his victim, but she wasn't his victim, she was his life mate.

Inhaling deeply, he smelled her arousal and had to taste her. Releasing her hair and her breast, he moved further down her body, forcing her legs open. She gasped at the intrusion. As much as she needed him, this was all new for her. She forced herself not to resist him as he pushed her legs open, revealing her dark curls. He slid his fingers into her, just enough to spread apart her folds and revealing the glistening moisture of her arousal. The desire moved down to his groin and his erection throbbed to be inside of her, but he resisted.

Hermione laid on her back, scared to move for fear this was just another dream. She closed her eyes as her fingers slowly touched her between her legs. Her breathing was short and rapid. The anticipation was tormenting. Her hips squirmed, wanting him to thrust into her, but she was still scared. She felt his fingers slowly move along her slit, as if teasing her. He spread her moisture around, inhaling her scent.

Suddenly she felt warm, wet strokes flicking across her clitoris. Propping herself onto her elbows, she saw his head between her legs, his tongue was stroking her clit. Her hips responded by pushing upward, against his tongue. He sucked her nub into his mouth, and devoured it with his tongue, grazing it with his teeth.

Hermione whimpered and cried out at the sensations he was causing as her hips bucked harder. He was bringing her to climax with a level of urgency she had never experienced.

"Oh gods!" cried. She looked directly at him and he at her, and she came hard. Her walls pulsed and her wetness flowed out of her as his tongue continued stroking and sucking her nub. Severus never took his eyes off her, as he was one step closer to making his claim.

Instinctively, he knew the ritual and he would complete it, but his need was so intense that he could no longer hold back. Moving his body back over hers, he kept her legs open, bending her knees. Moving his hand to the back of her head, he grabbed a fistful of hair, forcing her to look directly at him. Hermione placed her hands on his shoulders, bracing herself for what was to come. With his other hand, he guided his shaft to her opening and entered her swiftly.

She flinched from the sharp pain of her barrier being torn, but he kept a tight hold of her so that she could not look away. Her fingers dug into his flesh. She knew she had to maintain eye contact. Her eyes watered with tears, but she did not look away. It was almost savage, the way he took her, but as she looked into his dark eyes, she knew this was how it was meant to be. With or without pain, she was going to become his.

He began thrusting into her hard and deep. As much as he wanted to slow down, he couldn't. He was no longer in control. The transformation was in progress and it would be complete. She was so tight that it was painful to prevent himself from climaxing before it was time. He reached down between their bodies and began to stroke her clit.

"Together," he hissed in a ragged voice. His thrusts increased, becoming more powerful. He stroked her nub rhythmically with his thrusts, helping find the pleasure she felt earlier and slowly she began to respond, indicating the pain was subsiding. Her hips began to meet his, developing a rhythm that quickened.

Her breathing grew faster and her walls began to pulse. Relief spread over Severus as he was finally able to allow his climax to come. Her walls grasped his shaft, pumping and milking it as she came. A deep moan escaped him as his warm fluid released into her and together they climaxed, her energy transferring to him.

Severus collapsed on top of her, exhausted from what had taken place. Hermione wrapped her arms around him as her legs trembled from their coupling. Their hearts pounded in their chests and their breathing was staggered. Neither one said a word.

It was only a few moments before Severus moved back down her body. Opening her legs again, he saw a bit of her virgin blood mixed with both his fluids and hers. He leaned down and drank it. The blood from her torn hymen provided a sufficient amount of energy, contributing to their bonding. Moving to her inner thigh, he was ready for the final step. Kissing and licking her skin, he opened his mouth wide and bit into her soft flesh. She whimpered for only a second as his sharp teeth pierced her artery. Severus drank her warm blood freely. Calmness fell over them.

Together they were one heartbeat, one breath, one life.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The next thing Hermione heard was his voice.

"You were correct, Severus, she was exactly what you needed," hissed a low, menacing voice. Hermione jumped at the sound of it. Severus instinctively covered her with his body, shielding her from Voldemort.

"Too bad she cannot stay," hissed the Dark Lord. Severus was painfully aware that Hermione was now a pawn, just as himself and in order to protect her, he would have to play along.

Sitting up, Severus still used his body to shield her. Both still were unclothed. Reaching for his wand on a nearby dresser, Severus cast a few spells that clothed both of them. Standing, he walked over to Voldemort. Severus dropped to one knee and kissed his hems.

"My Lord, thank you for bringing her to me."

"Rise," the Dark Lord snapped. "She is useful, especially for a Mudblood, but as I stated, she cannot stay."

"I'm not leaving," Hermione snapped. Voldemort looked at her with a smirk and tutted.

"I have plans for you, but do not worry – " He held up his hand and turned it to make a 'come here' motion. Hermione found herself flying across the room, into his grasp. "I will be keeping close tabs on you." The Dark Lord grabbed her left arm. Drawing his wand, he hissed the sacred incantation. Severus grabbed onto her, trying to pull her away, but the magic was too powerful.

Hermione screamed with the pain inflicted upon her, causing both her and Severus to collapse. She found herself on her knees in front of Voldemort.

"I am now your Master. Rise, Mudblood." Hermione looked down at her arm to see the Dark Mark burned into her flesh. She glanced at Severus who nodded slightly, indicating she should do what he said.

Obediently Hermione got to her feet and whispered, "Yes, my Lord."

"She is still faithful to you, Severus, but she shall learn quickly." Voldemort grabbed Hermione and Disapparated.

~TBC