Chapter 87: The Broodish Hound

The Basement, 12 Grimmauld Place, Muggle World...

Silence filled the semi-darkened basement as Hermione Granger made her way down the steps toward the dwelling place of her werewolf lover. She had expected him to have been in bed, but that wasn't the case given that he had been sitting in a chair slumped over a desk with various books and tomes before him. His obsidian gaze had been focused on the written pages but the tension in his body proved that he had been focused on the new aspects of this war. Not knowing what to say to him as she entered his modest living space, Hermione noted he had still been a bit weak from his ordeal in the way he shifted his weight in a bid to keep pressure off his ribs.

"Severus!" she said unable to help herself. "You should be resting...your ribs..."

"Are none of your concern." he replied in a cold tone as he remained slumped over the oak wood desk before him.

Hermione sighed knowing all too well that she had deserved that given how she treated him.

"Look...Severus." she began.

"Save it." he hissed. "I am sure whatever plausible excuse you can come up for will be quite valid in your mind but I have pressing matters to attend to."

"I know what really happened that night!" shouted Hermione not willing to let him push her away. "And I am so terribly sorry for jumping to conclusions but you didn't even try to deny it!?"

"Is that an attempt at justification on your part?" he asked in the same cold tone.

"No." replied Hermione realizing how she must have sounded. "Severus...what can I do to make this right?"

"Turn around and go back up those stairs." he hissed turning his back to her once more.

"I-If that's what you want." she said. "I just needed to know that you were...alright...I'll go."

She had gotten to the first step when she heard a voilent crashing sound. It took her a moment to look up before she had seen that he had destroyed the desk breaking it into pieces in the wake of his fury.

"Severus?" she said confused as to why he had been action in this way.

"I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE!" he shouted angrily.

Hermione shook her head.

"You...you haven't been able to control yourself." she said in horror.

"What the fuck do you care?" he snarled moving over toward the bed. "Don't you have babysitting to do with Potter...he's lost his precious godfather...sure you could tuck him in at night...maybe read him a bedtime story."

"That's enough Severus." said Hermione getting upset in her own right.

"Is it?" he asked suddenly stepping over toward her and pressing her into a nearby wall. "Did he fuck you too?...is that why you dote on him so much?"

Hermione attempted to slap him across the face for such a horrible comment but found herself pinned to the wall with his heavy body at her back.

"Did that whiny little runt have his pubescent cock anywhere near you?" growled Snape.

Hermione had been quite concerned following the sound of him ripping away her attire.

"N-NO!" she shouted. "Of course not...Harry is like my brother."

"Then why is his rancid stench all over you?" growled Snape clawing at the wall.

"Severus you need to calm down." she said.

"You will not tell me what to do." snarled spreading her slender legs and positioning himself behind her.

Hermione had been about to speak when she felt his teeth grazing the flesh of her neck.

"YOU ARE MINE!" he growled thrusting into her surprisingly slick warmth as he set about reclaiming his witch.

Hermione let out a sharp gasp and gripped the wall. She couldn't explain why her body had delighted in submitting to the powerful werewolf...she had a vauge recollection of it being the plant's influence before it faded in the wake of the pleasure she felt at being once more claimed by her wolfish lover.

"Oh..." she moaned as tears began to stream down her cheeks.

"Mine." growled Snape laying into her.

The speechless witch had not been of a mind to argue as they began to rut like wild animals in the formerly quiet space of the basement.

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Spare Bedroom, 12 Grimmauld Place, Wizarding World...

Lucius Abraxas Malfoy had been the first to come too as the heightened sound of rutting filled his questioning ears. A wicked smirk filed across his handsome pale face as he sat up in bed. The healing potions had worked wonders, of course they were expertly brewed by Severus Snape himself so there wasn't much of a surprise in that. He didn't seem to have any lingering damage in the wake of his ordeal. It had been no shock to him that he would receive the dark lord's hospitality after being used to try and tame the wild beast that had been Severus Snape.

Narcissa had come around as well and from the looks of it, she had also heard the antics of their downstairs neighbor.

"What on earth?" she began as the intense pounding along the wall followed by groans and screams alike filled her ears. "Is that?"

"Severus." replied Lucius with something of a proud smirk. "It is indeed...and dare I say it...Miss Granger."

The blond wizard sat up in bed after having a good chuckle at that aspect.

"I don't suppose they recalled the silencing charm." said Narcissa amused as well.

More knocking against the wall had gotten their attention.

"I doubt Severus cared to use one." replied Lucius amused. "I say this werewolf thing seems to have a few benefits in his favor."

Narcissa agreed wholeheartedly, but said nothing despite recalling her experience in seeing his transformation first hand.

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Lupin's Room, 12 Grimmauld Place, Wizarding World...

Tonks had a big smile spread across her face as she looked over her own half naked werewolf lover as he attempted to dry his hair. They too had been able to hear the sounds coming from below in the basement as their given bedroom had been along the same wall as The Malfoys.

"It sounds like they've made up." she said pleased as she rid herself of her own wet clothes and climbed into bed.

"Sounds more like shameless rutting to me." muttered Lupin as he too climbed into bed.

Tonks laughed at his reaction.

"Don't tell me you're tired old man." she taunted.

"As a matter of fact I am." he replied sheepishly. "This bloody pregnancy is hell."

Tonks laughed again noting that Lupin had been getting a good deal of her previous symptoms.

"I'd hate to see what you'd look like during labor." she remarked.

The older werewolf narrowed his eyes at his expecting lover and turned to face the far wall. She laughed once more before curling her body behind his and wrapping her arms around him.

The sounds from the basement had been annoying the nauseated Lupin.

"USE A BLOODY SILENCING CHARM!" he shouted after hitting the wall.

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The Basement, 12 Grimmauld Place, Wizarding World...

A loud and lingering howl filled the basement as Severus Snape spilled his long held seed into the depths of his witch. They had both been covered in sweat and panting as their exhausted bodies fell upon the bed. Hermione had been lying on her belly as Snape's weakened form rested against her. He kissed and licked at the flesh of her neck not at all interested in disengaging her from his appendage.

A soft moan escaped her in the wake of him thrusting into her depths rather slowly before simply allowing himself to rest in her heat.

"My witch." he whispered basking in her warmth in the wake of their act.

Hermione's heart had been beating wildly in her chest as she attempted to catch her breath. Her body had been trying desperately to hold him not wishing to let him go in the wake of such a long absence.

Snape thrust forward once more causing them both to groan before pulling back and lying his drained form along her lower body. His head rested against her belly as she ran her fingers through his sweat slick raven hair.

"I am well and truly cursed." he said breaking the silence between them.

"Severus..." began Hermione unsure how to combat this new wave of self loathing in her lover.

"It's a matter of time before the beast blood gets the better of me...and this war is not going to make it any better." he said in a rather somber tone. "The dark lord will no doubt seek aid from the giants given that the only wizarding lieutenant he has left to lead his army is Bellatrix LeStrange."

"Bellatrix is still quite formidable." replied Hermione recalling her curse of decay.

"That she is." replied Snape looking up at the young witch. "I am well aware that despite my concerns you will endeavor to rush to Potter's aid no matter the threat...the tide of war is fast upon us and there will be no turning back...all I ask of you witch is that you survive...this...curse is only bearable for me because you are with me."

Hermione had never see him so shaken. The more she thought about it, the more she came to realize what had been the source of his anguish.

"I could say the same thing about you." she said still running her fingers through his hair. "If something happened to you Severus..."

She didn't even want to think about it.

"This war...is unpredictable." he said meeting her eyes.

"That doesn't mean you won't be coming back to me." she said determined.

Snape treated her to a half smile. It had not just been the war that weighted so heavily on his mind. Even with all the commotion about death eaters and the dark lord, he was still cursed and unregistered as a werewolf...there was no way the wizarding world would allow him to return once he was no longer needed, especially with the new policies Umbridge was implementing.

"I love you." He said meaningfully.

"I love you too." she replied.

They shared one last kiss before sleep overtook them.