enchantement - SOULBOUND I̲̅ || SS/HG ✔️

30. Unwanted

Once her classes over, Hermione had reached lunch with a light-hearted. She had crossed her secret lover in the corridors and had been surprised by the seductive smirk he gave her. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried to stay away from her under the rays of the sun, her magnificent figure stirred something within him at every glance.

He had ignored Seraphina's advances, using supposed stomach discomfort as an excuse. She had appeared concerned, which only made him despise himself more, but it was for a good cause. No one had to know of his growing relationship with no other than his student, although she was of age. To say he missed the Divination professor wouldn't be a complete lie. From the day she had arrived at Hogwarts she expressed an obvious interest in his person, and for the first time in years he felt desired, cared for. She had given him the longest more enticing nights of his life. But as he crossed a certain auburn eyes witch in the hallways, he couldn't help but smirk and the idea of having her completely tonight.

His eyes were glued to the witch, ensuring her well being. Seeing how healthy she now looked, her glowing fair skin and plump derrière, he knew that his initial worry for the Gryffindor girl was long gone in that prospect.

"So how are you doing Severus?" Asked McGonagall, seeing the change in posture and attitude of her fellow colleague. "You seem -"

"Tired" interjected Ravensun as she joined the professors, sitting right between the Slytherin and Gryffindor. "Your eyes seem lost Severus, dear, some revigorating massage is in order."

Hermione's eyes trailed off towards the professor's table having heart Ravensun's comment. "That bint!"

Rage is a deadly feeling once allowed to be felt. It starts controlling your whole being, inhibiting the most rational and humane part of your soul. The sight that had stood before her made her chest tighten, a breeze of chilled air reached her heart, replacing its usual warmth with coldness. Hermione had started to quiver in anguish, unable to control the wrath that provoked the Divination professor with the simple act of speaking. Severus had noticed the ball of fury sitting in the Gryffindor table. Although he wished to play a game with her like she had in the morning, he could see the faint glimmer of pain and betray in her peppers.

Taking a deep breath, the wires in his exceptionally developed mind overworked themselves to find a simple yet crude response. "I don't need 'some revigorating' Seraphina, I need peace."

Taken aback by his response, she placed a demanding hand on his thigh, raising up towards his crotch, "I can definitely give you peace if that's what you desire."

His body wanted to scowl at her, leap away from her grip and hex her to the next century, yet her touch had become toxic to his body. Some peculiar toxine that he seemed unable to escape, paralyzed by her touch.

"Seraphina take your hand off my cock now!" He whispered menacingly. His breath hitched when he felt her seductive finger cut his now fully engorged erection. "What are you doing to me Sera?"

Bringing her lips to his ear, her tongue trailing down a path towards what would become the reason of his death, she cooed, "when are you going to realise that in here, you are mine."

Frowning, unsure if whether or not he had misunderstood her, he was brought back to his senses when he noticed Hermione standing up - the screeching of the wooden bench on the floor tearing him away from his torpor.

He wanted to go after her, yet his actions were intercepted by Albus who started talking to him about this morning class, more specifically McLaren. Although he was desperate to join his hurt lover, he was thankful for the headmaster's intervention, stopping the Divination teacher from further tempting him.

On the other side of the castle, Hermione reached the Infirmary, her heavy steps resonating through the walls like a mountain troll taking over Hogwarts. She had seen the exchange between the raven and her snake, the searing pain in her heart begging for her to leave. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself that what she saw was a simple mirage, her eyes appeared to tell her otherwise.

Knocking on the tall arched mahogany door, she pushed it open, entering the hospital wing. The first impression that stroke her were the emptiness of the beds. In her time - more specifically during the war - the infirmary was crowded with students, a cocktail of cries and screaming echoing within the walls. Blood was staining the floor while others limp bodies were occupying the end of the room - in the hopes they will come back.

"Ms Granger?" She heard Pomfrey call for her from behind her desk, "is everything alright dear, I would ask you if you have seen a ghost, but that would be more than probable."

Her giggles rang in Hermione's ear, making her smile. "It has not happened yet 'Mione, stop thinking of the war."

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Asked the matron joining the student, "how have you been since I last saw you?"

"Good actually" she finally responded, trying her hardest to control her mind from visioning her images from the war. "I came to give you these back," she said taking the plastic bag from her cloak and handing them. "At first I did take them, but with everything that is going on...with Harry...well I forgot. But don't worry" she added, noticing the alarm in the matron's eyes, "I felt much better afterwards."

Grabbing the bag, Pomfrey looked at it wide eyes. "Ms Granger, I have never asked you to self-medicate after your stay at the infirmary."