enchantement - SOULBOUND I̲̅ || SS/HG ✔️

29. Love poem

Tenacity should have been Severus' second name. He wasn't going to give up this little game Hermione initiate the moment she arrived, late, to his class holding hands with the young Potter. The pull to claim her as his in front of so many eyes had been as strong as the grip he had on his jaw. Luckily for him, no teeth had been damaged, just his male ego. He knew she was only taunting him, searching to get under his skin, but tonight, he knew that he would get her under his sheets. And no one was going to stop him, not even the Dark Lord.

Trying his hardest not to picture Cormac McLaren's frightened body beneath his deadly wand, casting destructive Sectumsempra, opening wild cuts throughout his chest, before lacerating him repeatedly. He fancied the idea but knew it only proved to himself that before being a man, he was a monster. He followed the Dark Lord for a reason, he loved to inflict pain on those that wronged him. The feeling of inferiority was his terror, the need to feel invincible had consumed his younger soul, marking his skin by the devil himself. He did regret it, but his old frightful side was never far away, lingering in the deepest corner of his heart, waiting for an occasion to rise from the ashes.

Hermione changed him, turned him into a better person. Darkening the light is easy, yet lightening the dark leaves us a mesmerizing grey, revealing all the hardship and battle of the heart, soul and mind. As he lay his ebony pupils on the concentrated witch - her focus upon the little notebook laying on her table - he knew that he finally found a purpose and for that, he will always be eternally grateful for her pure being.

Noticing a paper bird flying across the Gryffindor table, he waved his wand, changing its casted trajectory. Wiggling his nose in exasperation, he shifted like black smoke until he appeared behind the sender.

"Dear Hermione,

Your skin glows like the finest kiwi, while your sexy voice blossoms in the depths of my soul.

My heart seeks for each of your desiring shapes and leaps like a tiger at the whisper of your name.

I wait in the moonlight for your luscious juice so that I can..."

Severus trailed off, his eyes finishing the horny writing, his eyes starting to sting at the horridness of the word selection. "Mr McLaren even in the English language you fail to impress. What type of woman are you looking to charm? Maybe were you sending this letter to one of the fruits sitting in the baskets instead of Ms Granger." His baritone voice, sharp and sizzling each of his words made everyone pay attention to the Gryffindor table. "Because of your inappropriate conduct in class, you will be banned from attending Horace Slughorn's party. Serves you write for writing such a piece of Hypogriff's excrement!"

The satisfaction behind his cold eyes was visible to his witch, who seductively bit her finger as she watched the tall dark professor recite the poem and punish her pretender.

Watching the ridiculous poem being cremated before her eyes matched the burning in her inside, desiring his icy fingers to trail down to her fume and pleasure her - ceasing the fire that consumed her.

Seeing Hermione's sudden glow and interest in his trousers, he tore down the walls of her mind, entering her thoughts. He wasn't expecting to see himself stroking her lower lips with his tentative tongue, his eyes united with hers.

Noticing his sudden invasion, she pushed him out, only after showing him the integrity of her naked body, legs widely spread for his curious eyes to see. Growling, he caused the unfortunate Longbottom to whimper in fright. Snape ignore it and frowned seriously at Hermione, while his now nearly fully engorged endowment sprang under his trousers. Although he wanted to find a way to get her out of the hall and intercept her in the corridors - plunging his throbbing manhood inside her warmness -he resisted the temptation.

The rest of the class was spent in pure silence, a few annoyed sighs or aggressive book smashing - until they were warned by the jet orbs across the hall behind his desk. Legs resting on it, Severus watched Hermione study, letting his mind trail towards his most lustful part of his brain.

Interrupted by the sound of the bell indicating the end of the glass, he stood up and walked out of the class, waving his wand, his desk evaporating into thin air. As he reached his lover's back, he lightly traced it before leaving without a single glance her way.

"When did you say you were going to see Ms Pomfrey?" Questioned Harry as they walked towards their Herbology class.

"This afternoon, right after lunch actually. Luckily Professor McGonagall allowed me to finish my transfiguration exams, so I don't need to follow the class anymore."

Ron joined the group and rested his arms on his two friends' shoulders, drawing them closer to him, "what are my two favourite people in the world doing?"

The look of shock in Hermione made Harry snicker, "you're excited because lunch is in less than in an hour right?"

The golden trio laughed as they reached their next class, yet little did Hermione know that her recreation was going to be desisted.

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A/N: Based on the responses I received on my previous post about the amount of chapters it would be best for me to upload at a time, I decided that I will upload 2. Many of you were adorable, telling me that as long as I frequently update it's fine. I just realise that because the chapters aren't the longest, 2 would be far better than just 1.

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