Unexpectedly Expecting

3: Being Chosen

Severus

After Miss Granger's pre-examination after interrogating her about her Order of the Phoenix loyalties, the dour Potions Master felt uneasy about proceeding with allowing her to go through with the ceremony at this latest Revel. Her life had been difficult enough, and her ability to try to keep him out of her mind impressed him more than he cared to admit.

Lucius handed him her purple beaded purse, and wand. She carried many "borrowed," library books from Hogwarts, a few changes of clothes, feminine products, makeup, some healing potions, other muggle odds and ends. Some clothes belonged to Misters Weasley and Potter, and she had folded all of these clothes neatly before organizing her purse.

The Undetectable Extension Charm that she placed on the velvet purse was impressive, and quite advanced. But he had the distinct intuition that he would be chosen for this Revel, simply because he had been her teacher.

"You should go in my place," He remarked to Lucius as he nursed his third? Fourth glass of brandy? Honestly, who cared at this point? He hoped to get dead drunk to not be able to maintain an adequate erection. Yes, that was the goal, ultimately.

Lucius feigned a grin, "You know he is doing this to make it the most awkward for you. The girl won't know it's you, she will be blindfolded like all the others."

Severus drained his glass. "You think that comforts me? It's still rape, no matter how elegantly it is presented."

"True, but do you want someone like Greyback or the LeStrange twins to have her?" Lucius pointed out.

"No. But...she was my student."
"Was. Past tense."

Narcissa entered the room, and drained the rest of his firewhiskey. "Well, I prepared her. Thank the gods she wasn't fidgeting with fear, I am tired of dealing with these girls to be honest."

She set the glass on the service tray and patted Severus's cheek gently. "Just focus on her and no one else, dear."

Severus rolled his eyes. "Easy for you to say, 'Cissa. I hate myself already for doing this. It doesn't sit right with me."

"I know, but if you two can get her out of here afterward, then it will all be worth it," Narcissa reminded him.

He kissed her cheek. Lucius looked ready to pounce on him, but it was an old jealousy that was his personal demon, and not his own. Narcissa nodded, stepping away from him.

"I promise that I will be as gentle as possible with her," He promised.

"I know. Now go, it is bad enough I have to give pointers to my ex boyfriend while my husband is in the same room," She chuckled.

"Yes, and here I was afraid that this situation was going to be awkward."

"Yes, quite. Now, go, dear."

Severus left the library, donning his bronze mask, and entering the magically enlarged parlor. Lucius took his seat among the men, and Narcissa with the wives. Miss Granger laid on the appropriately green and silver upholstered bed dressed in not as white as the other witches to be Claimed, but in his favorite color midnight blue.

He stamped down his annoyance at Narcissa for that, but admitted deep down that the chit looked very good in the ensemble. Servants wheeled in the Goblet of Fire as he took his seat among the Hopefuls. The Hopefuls were the deatheaters who "hoped," to be chosen to deflower the Claimed One. He could see Draco among the Hopefuls, and honestly, that would be a preferred outcome for everyone involved since they were of an age. But in his experience in dealing with the Dark Lord, he knew that that was not likely going to be the case.

Lord Voldemort arrived, and of course, the anaconda Nagini was not that far behind him. She slithered to a cushioned black velvet bed, and Voldemort cast a sonorous charm on his bone white wand. "Tonight, we have a real treat, my fellow deatheaters. Tonight, the only female member of the so called Golden Trio was chosen by the Goblet of Fire for her Claiming. Step forward, oh lucky bridegroom to claim your bride on this fateful night."

Severus knew that the "choice," was a far gone conclusion, but the psychotic bastard loved to postulate and posture as he reveled in these nonsensical theatrical "performances." The ten Hopefuls stepped forward, and each wizard was cut across the wand hand, and then healed promptly after. They all resumed their seats, and when his blood touched the Goblet of Fire, it reacted accordingly.

Voldemort's smile was a cruel rictus, "Ah. Well, well, Severus, it seems that the Goblet chose a most...amusing union to showcase tonight. Well, let's get to it."

Severus glanced at the blindfolded witch on the bed, and some instinct to protect her washed over him all of a sudden, "No. I...I won't do it. I won't fuck my former student. She doesn't deserve this."

Voldemort chuckled, "My, my, history does indeed repeat itself, does it not? Well, if you won't do the deed, then I will and have it sent via patronus message to the entire wizarding world that I debauched and destroyed such a dear friend of Harry Potter's."

He knew that the Dark Lord would do it, he knew that Hermione Granger would suffer greatly before she begged the psychotic bastard to "mercifully," kill her. Severus knew that he had to spare her that, and try to get her out of this hellhole after they were done.

He mastered his emotions then, "Fine. Let's get this over with. It seems you know best, my Lord."

Voldemort nodded, his sardonic grin widening as he sat in the throne-like chair that was brought in. Slave muggleborn girls fed him finger foods off of fine silver platters. He clapped his hands, and Severus had no choice but to undress and perform for these perverse sycophants.

Severus undressed, and removed his mask as he drew the sheer curtains around him and his bed mate. He looked down on her, and chose to study Hermione Granger as not a student of his, but a woman. She was 19 due to her time turner usage third year, her school records showed, and he knew she was intelligent to the point of arrogance at times, but he never noticed until now that she was beautiful. Her skinny body had filled out, her freckles faint but still appealing, and her once frizzy bird's nest of thick brown curls fell in soft waves. Her petite figure had become slightly hour glass in shape, her breasts, while not overly large, were quite lovely as well.

He crawled up to her on the bed, and slowly untied her silk robe, and discarded that on the floor. He carefully bunched up the silk fabric of her nightgown, and she adjusted herself so that he could lift it off of her easier, but when he brushed his lips against hers, she began to grow afraid.

("Shhh...Miss Granger...Hermione, I won't harm you,") He reassured her, touching her mind softly, but letting her know his identity.

She recoiled, knowing who he was, ("P-Professor Snape?!..I...Why you?")

He sighed, fighting back his exasperation, ("Because if not me, it would be the Dark Lord, and he won't bother being respectful it is your first time.")

She relaxed slightly, ("May I...May I see you? Please? If you are going to...") She licked her lips nervously, ("Be my first l-lover, I would rather see your face.")

He scowled, ("I'm not doing this out of some flowery sentiment towards you. I'm doing this out of duress.")

("Please. I don't care. Just...be gentle.")
("It will hurt.")
("Yes. But...I trust you.")

Trust; that was an interesting word to describe the moment. He lifted the sleep mask off her eyes, and she moved to speak verbally, but he shook his head. She nodded. Their minds touched once again, and she lifted a hand to tentatively touch his cheek. He kissed her hand, and said, ("It is clear we are bonding, but show me where you would prefer we do this thing, and take me there. Visualize it in your mind.")

She did, and as their bodies moved together in real time, mentally they merged just as intimately as Miss Granger brought him into her mind to where they both felt the most at home: Hogwarts castle itself....