Bonded to her

Chapter 16

I didn't expect him to jump at my offer so quickly, but it was like every part of him had been just waiting for me to be ready.

He pushed me into a warm bedroom that looked much like his office rooms and stalked to me with a deadly look in his eyes. I was scared, yet I wanted to see more of him without control.

He grabbed me by my waist and put me on the bed roughly, kissing my neck gently trailing kisses access my skin. Every inch that he touched felt alive in a way that was scandalous and yet so addictive. I wanted more.

"Snape..."

"Severus would be more appropriate." He reminded me gently, chuckling a bit darkly to himself.

"Severus...are you sure we should do this in his house?" I asked not sure if the Dark Lord had some sort of monitoring setup or something. It was the creepy thing he would do. Severus hummed against my skin and stopped for a moment confused.

"Who's house?"

"The Dark Lord's." I said nervously biting my lip. I wanted to indulge myself, but without an audience this time. He smiled darkly and leaned in whispering in my ear.

"Oh no Hermione. You're in my house." He unzipped my dress and I realized where we were. In his bedroom. He really had every intention of doing this.

I didn't have the chance to stop and think, he kissed me deeply, drowning out my thoughts, overpowering any objection I would have come up with.

We didn't have to worry about moral conduct here. No one was watching or would stop us, it was just us alone.

I relaxed letting him pull my dress down, melting into his ministrations easily. His hands explored my body somehow knowing exactly where to go to please me. I couldn't deny that thoughts of his kiss hadn't kept me up at night on more than one occasion. Many potions classes had been spent remembering how right it felt and daydreaming about the next time he would kiss me.

He pulled away, panting slightly out of breath, but smiling enjoying himself quite a lot it seemed.

"You know the rules Hermione. I can't go further until you ask for it." He said letting me unbutton his white button up shirt.

"Oh? I don't think you could stop yourself if you tried." I said with a grin.

"Is that a challenge?" He asked raising and eyebrow making to move away. I grabbed him by the shirt I was unbuttoned pulling him back in.

"No, I want you." I said letting his shirt come off. I hadn't noticed it last time, but he wore a silver locket. It was familiar, but I only got to focus on it for one second before he kissed me again, not letting me stay distracted for long.

He took his time kissing me slowly, letting my body become alight with a heat I didn't know it held. I wanted to go faster, but he forcefully refrained himself, slowly working my body making me moan with pleasure.

My hand grazed over his mark and I could feel the dark energy coming from it, twisting and turning around my hand. I broke off our kiss and I leaned down kissing the mark gently my feelings made clear. I didn't care about the mark, he was exactly what I wanted.

"You are mine and mine only Hermione. Do you understand?" He asked before pushing me back on the bed roughly getting on top of me in one swift motion.

I gasped and he took advantage, kissing me deeply, his body pressed against mine. I knew I couldn't have gotten him off me if I tried, but I didn't want to either. He was addicting and I wanted more than just kissing. All rationality had gone out the window and my mind was ready to go all the way.

"I love you." He said breaking the kiss and whispering the words as he kissed down my stomach, each kiss lighting up a new part of my body.

"Do you mean that?" I asked quietly, catching my breath.

"Of course." He said simply.

He kissed me once more before stopping much to my dismay.

"Why are you stopping? I want you. No one can say what we can do now. What more can you ask for?" I asked, pulling him down a bit not ready to stop. He chuckled and kissed my cheek not giving into my demands.

"If I didn't care for you, you would not have any clothes left and I would be deep in you making you scream in pleasure." He said, his dark eyes grazing over me in a way that suggested he was ready to do exactly that.

"That sounds like exactly what I want." I said nodding at his idea enthusiastically.

"You can make that choice when you are sober." He said plainly, reminding me of my inebriated state. He was right, I wasn't thinking clearly. I hummed letting my hands roam over his body hungrily. Did I need to be thinking clearly for that? I was pretty sure I was sober enough to give a passable performance, though I didn't really have much experience to go off of.

"Fine."

"The party?" I asked tiredly, suddenly feeling exhausted and so relaxed.

"They will let themselves out." He said not caring about formalities. I found myself caring significantly less also feeling the relaxation of being with him edging me towards a deep sleep.

I didn't realize how anxious I had gotten until I relaxed in his embrace. How was it that someone that drove me absolutely insane was also the source of my deepest inner peace?

What I felt for him wasn't logical, but it was there. My mind wandered back to Riddles comments about me being an empath.

I remembered reading about the wars they started controlling magic and creating havoc. At the center of almost every war was their bonded. If I was an Empath I would bond with one person and would fight to the death with them.

Was it possible my mind was changing about fighting for Dumbledore or the Dark Lord because my loyalty had shifted to Severus? It wasn't just logic, but a natural innate desire to protect him at all costs? I wondered if that was why he had lost his temper and transformed when he saw Lucius with me. The bonding clearly didn't work one way. He was completely out of his mind with anger at someone for touching me, but recalled back to me at my slightest wish.

It was amazing to have that kind of power over someone, but also terrifying. What if I made bad decisions and brought him down with me? He was a key part of ending the war and if I distracted him in the wrong way he would end up ruining everything. A world with the Dark Lord as leader. It would be a nightmare.

I drifted to sleep worrying about the future, soaking up his warmth and his magic around me.