enchantement - SOULBOUND I̲̅ || SS/HG ✔️

22. Game on

A/N: Mild smut ahead ❤️💞

P.S: I know there is quite some smut in the past chapters, I'm catching up on the plain activities between the two.

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Seraphina Ravensun.

Seraphina Ravensun.

Seraphina Ravensun.

Divination teacher replacing Trelawney.

Seraphina Ravensun.

Seraphina Ravensun.

Hermione kept repeating her name, trying to figure out what was so odd about her - other than the fact that she was 'dating' her husband. The longer she thought about it, the more mystery she discerned circled the woman.

For one, she wasn't in her timeline, which stroke Hermione like a whip on her back when she finally realised. Was she an imposter?

Working her brain throughout the night, Hermione didn't realise she hadn't slept at all until the sun crept through her window, illuminating the page she was currently studying. Her eyes were bloodshot, her legs nub from the uncomfortable position she was on.

"Damn it!" She mused as a sharp throbbing feeling vibrated through her head.

It was quite a sight. Hermione was sitting in the middle of her room, parchments displaced everywhere on the floor beside her, whilst others were flying in circles around the witch.

"I'm supposed to be the brightest witch of my age, why is this so complicated!" She lamented, hitting the floor with her fists, annoyed. Nevertheless, something caught her attention. In the far end of the room, a paper had flown away, branding itself from the others. With a flick of her wand, the paper flew to her.

Squinting her eyes, realising the writing was abnormally small, she read:

"Polyjuice potion - someone must have caught Severus and used his hair to deceive me. Maybe the war ended and Voldemort died. Someone wants revenge. Charm new Severus, Ravensun is the key."

What troubled her the most was the fact that she didn't remember ever writing this as if her body had a mind of its own. Looking closely at the cursive letters, zooming into the words, she realised they seemed oddly familiar.

Deciding to get ready for the day, she waved her wand until all of the parchment were thoroughly organised into new notebooks. Standing up, nearly falling back down on the ground - her legs still asleep - she massaged her calves, waiting for her blood circulation to flow back to normal. Her eyes never once left the parchment she was still holding in her hand, reading through the words over and over again.

Charming Severus wasn't going to be easy, especially after the cold shoulder he had given her last night. But after all, she was still his wife, her soul was branded Hermione Jane Snape. She was his and wasn't going to give up on their love.

It was strange how she was constantly tormented between either acting up, fighting for him and giving up on their love. It was as if her mind was programmed to frequently doubt him.

Once she reached Potion Class, impatiently waiting for Defense Against the Dark Arts - ready to start seducing her man - she was surprised to find Severus standing in the middle of the classroom.

"Be quiet and sit down" he snapped, turning around, his cloak swinging behind him. "Slughorn felt unwell, hence I will be your potion teacher for today. You will be brewing Dragon's Draught. You will find all required information in your book on page 136. Remember, this potion is highly dangerous, one mistake will own you a trip to St Mungo's. You may start."

Hermione decided to move towards the empty chair on the table in front of the professor desk, ready to start her plan. Once all of the ingredients on the table, she knew it will not take long until he will notice her surprise hungry attention towards him.

Indeed, Severus' nostrils flared as he recognised the smell of an enticed witch - more specifically Hermione. Looking up, he was meet with wide open legs, beautiful glistering lips summoning him like a mermaid. Unable to take his eyes off the delectable view he was given, he flinched as he noticed her hand glide down under her skirt, reaching her womanhood. Hypnotised, like a Serpent being lulled by his favourite song, Severus watched as her finger's parted her lips, taunting him.

"Professor, I've added too much moonstone chunks in my potion, what should I do?" Asked a Slytherin, tearing Snape from his trance.

His onyx eyes threatened the sly woman before helping the panicked student, all the while missing the delicious form of her inner thigh.

"Professor Snape?" Spoke softly the Gryffindor, knowing all to well the effect her voice was having on him, "I need help with the Coriander."

Severus' hair shut upwards, goosebumps covering his body. "Aww, the devious witch!" He growled in his mind, understanding the sexual innuendo. "What do you need me for, Ms Granger?" He asked, immediately regretting his words.

"How much Coriander can I add to this potion to obtain satisfaction?" She whispered, making sure he was the only one listening.

Coriander represented one's guilty pleasure towards lust, and although he tried to ignore her threatening hand caressing his arm, he spoke explicitly, "if you do not wish for the cauldron to explode on that delightful face of yours a minimum would be enough."

Hermione's hungry eyes met Severus'. "And I'm the one being naughty?" She projected to him. "You've never been one to finish on my face, you always prefered marking your territory by coming inside of me."

His breath hitched, wide-eyed at her comment. He hastily turned around and strolled for the remained of the class through every desk, helping students, trying his best to avoid Hermione.

"Game on" she thought, before shifting her focus to her potion.

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A/N: Like my other Snamione, I realise I love writing about a challenge. Seducing him is now Hermione's. 🖤💋

XOXO