Undécimo

Forbidden Obsession

Undécimo

Hermione was still asleep in the infirmary, restless, as her mind would not shut off while sleeping. Her thoughts kept returning to the vision of Professor Snape revealing his secret. Her mind was debating the rationality of him being what he was. In her dream she found him in the empty corridors of the school. His arms were crossed, his robes encased around his body. His limp black hair fell on each side of his face. His brow line was creased and the intensity of his gaze upon her gripped her body and mind like a vise. Her breathing was shallow as she made her way toward him. Fear consumed her but curiosity controlled her as she stood in front of him, forcing herself to return his gaze.

She awoke.

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Hermione was soon released from the infirmary on her own recognizance. Though Kingsley questioned her restlessness during the night, she gave no indication of the content of her dreams, as vivid as they had been. Her mind was on Professor Snape, and that was who Hermione needed to find.

Madame Pomfrey had given her another stern lecture, forbidding her from using any form of magic or Muggle techniques to heal her wounds. Hermione knew her only chance to leave was to sound as convincing as possible. Of course she was not going to jeopardize the healing of her wounds. She made her promises and was released.

Hermione spent the next few hours searching for Professor Snape, trying to get a glance at him, but as luck would have it, she did not find him. She attended her classes so as not to bring too much attention to herself, promising herself she would continue her quest after dinner.

She, Harry, and Ron were in the Great Hall eating breakfast. Hermione was still weak but did not reveal this information to Harry or Ron. Harry and Ron were discussing Quidditch, as usual while Hermione was lost in her own thoughts. 'And you are mine.' The words echoed throughout her mind. His touch had been so real. Even now her body reacted to him.

"Hermione?" asked Ron, "What are you staring at?" Hermione sat with a dazed look on her face, staring at the high table.

"Professor Snape is not here," she mumbled.

"What?" asked Ron, not sure if he heard her right. She looked at him startled realizing she had spoken aloud.

"And Remus is gone too," she added hastily.

"Of course Remus is not here. Professor Dumbledore will be teaching for him today. As for Snape, I'm not sure." Hermione gave him a bit of a puzzled look and then shook her head, quickly clearing her thoughts.

"I'm sure Remus is fine," said Harry. "He always needs an extra day or two after a full moon."

"I suppose you are right," she said, trying to sound convinced. Her thoughts then went back to Snape. She hadn't seen him since the night she was attacked. She felt a part of her aching to find him, but she refrained from doing so.

'It was just a dream,' she repeatedly told herself. She had nightmares before that had stayed with her and that is what this was, just a nightmare.

"May I have your attention, please," requested Dumbledore. Silence fell across the Great Hall. "It is my deepest regret to inform you of a tragedy that has occurred." Dumbledore drew in a breath before continuing. "This past weekend there was a battle with one of Lord Voldemort's followers, a Death Eater. This Death Eater has taken the life of our very own Professor Remus Lupin." A murmur fell across the hall of both disbelief and shock. Dumbledore gave very little detail about the event but nonetheless, most had tears in their eyes, including Hermione, Harry, and Ron.

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"My Lord," said Bellatrix, dropping to one knee and bowing her head. "I have information that I believe you will find useful." Voldemort slowly walked around his faithful servant, observing her while entering her mind. Bellatrix opened her mind to him trying to free the thoughts of her fear she held for her Master.

Voldemort knelt behind her and leaned close to her ear.

"You are wise to fear me, Bellatrix," he said in a harsh whisper. She cringed, closing her eyes. Her body quivered from his closeness but she maintained her position. He ran his long, bony fingers over her robes, along her spine, stopping just at her buttock. She squirmed a bit when his fingers stopped. "Are you disappointed I stopped?" he hissed.

"Yes, my Lord," she said in a husky voice.

"Are you offering yourself to me?" he asked. Placing her other knee on the ground she leaned forward a bit more, knowing her place.

The Dark Lord snapped his fingers and her clothes were gone. He had smelled her arousal when she had walked in and was not going let it go to waste. Placing his hands on her hips, he raised them and then roughly shoved his fingers into her wet cunt. Bellatrix let out a moan, exposing her desires.

Voldemort knew well that her desire was not for him, it was for another. He stroked her a bit, brushing against her clit before removing his wet fingers.

"Pity this was not meant for me," he said.

"But my Lord, it is. You are who I desire ..."

"Don't lie to me, bitch!" He quickly raised his robes, exposing his own erection. His fingers entered her again but this time it was to spread her wetness around his cock.

Bellatrix lowered herself down onto her elbows, waiting for him to fuck her. She needed this after being denied by Severus.

Grabbing her hips, Voldemort raised them a bit and thrust not into her wet folds but into her anus. He only provided enough lubrication for his benefit, as was obvious when she cried out in pain.

He viciously pumped her tight ass as his fellow Death Eaters came out of the shadows to watch. Voldemort pulled all the way out and entered again and again, causing her as much pain as he could. Every time the head of his cock tore through her tight ring of muscles she cried out in pain and it was with each cry that brought him closer to his release. He made no sound, not even his breathing changed. With only a quickening in his thrusts, he came. His warm fluid oozed out of her and down her legs, stained with her blood.

He got to his feet, straightened his robes and calmly said, "You may rise, Bellatrix."

"Thank you, my Lord." Her voice quavered, but she did as she was told. She stood in the middle of a group of Death Eaters, naked. Their eyes didn't dare look at her body for it was clear she belonged to their Master and was not an offering to them. Lucius approached her with her robes and she snatched them out of his hands. Covering herself, she hastily took her place in the circle. Her legs trembled and her anus spasmed in pain from being violated but she gave no indication to her discomfort. Silently she vowed that Severus would pay.

"What information do you have for me, Bellatrix?" asked Voldemort, sitting down in his chair, facing his faithful servants. Bellatrix respectfully stepped forward and spoke.

"Severus killed the werewolf but he spared a mudblood's life."

"Which mudblood?" hissed Voldemort.

"Potter's friend."

"Why would he do such a thing? It goes against my work," snapped the Dark Lord.

"Severus claimed it was not in your plans to kill the mudblood, so he spared her life," she said quickly. Voldemort got to his feet and approached her. Bellatrix swallowed hard, trying to hide her fear, forcing herself not to move from her spot.

"And how would you know this, Bellatrix? Severus does not explain himself to anyone except to me."

"I...I..." her words failed her.

"Do not lie to me again, Bellatrix." His voice was calm but his threat was clear.

"I questioned him myself, my Lord." She then hastily added, "Forgive me." Dropping to her knees, she prepared herself for her punishment.

"Crucio!" cried the Dark Lord.

~TBC