Chapter 52: The Antics Of The Meddlesome One

Snape's Quarters, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

Severus Snape awoke in the middle of the night to find he had been in bed alone, and back at Hogwarts. The call of blood had been quelled with his defeat of the white stag and Hermione had been safe from his impulsive need to harm her. He vaguely recalled the fleeting image of Hircine before everything went blank and he awoke here in his own bed.

There was no sign of Hermione and the absence of the witch only seemed to make him anxious.

The Potions Master climbed out of bed walking toward the front room noting for the first time his lack of clothing. His head had been fogged by images of blood and combat as he moved on instinct toward his well hidden stash of fire whiskey. He thought at first to pour himself a glass but the wild instincts prevented such trivial antics for the time being and he simply downed the bottle shortly after uncorking it.

The door to the loo opened and Severus noticed Hermione had been standing clad in her Hogwarts uniform with her amber eyes resting on his exposed and enticingly muscular pale form. Snape grunted as she eyed his enormous pale protruding cock as he slammed the bottle down and made his way over toward her. The scent of her hair assaulting his senses as memories of the previous night came flooding back to him. He approached her with swift movements not at all free of the beast mind that had lingered following the meeting with Hircine.

"Settle down Severus." said Hermione as he glared down at her wanting so badly to scoop her into his arms and pound her into the stone via his cock.

He let out a low growl as she sighed stroking his bare chest with her soft fingers.

"Mine." he said in a gruff tone.

"We're back at Hogwarts now." said Hermione in an even tone. "I need you to calm down."

"No calm." he growled bitterly. "Want witch."

"Severus." said Hermione looking deep into his wild eyes of obsidian. "We have a war to prepare for and work to do here in the castle...I know the best blood has been hard to resist for the past few days but you need to find a way to calm yourself...we can't allow Voldemort or his death eaters to find out about your blood status."

Snape sniffed the air surrounding his witch for a few moments before closing his eyes and attempting to regain control over himself. He had been out of it for three days, it was the longest he had ever been under the direct influence of the beast blood and it made it harder to come to terms with her rational way of thinking.

"Severus?" said Hermione with an arched brow as she watched him intently.

"I hear you witch." he replied opening his eyes as the wild beating of his heart subsided.

"Good." she said seemingly relieved.

In truth she couldn't have taken it if he had become wild again, his antics from the past night had left her sore as it was.

"Do you require a pain potion?" he asked noting the slight hesitation in her step.

"I brewed one while you were sleeping." she replied. "It's just taking a moment to take effect."

"As you wish." he replied making his way over toward the sofa and lying on his back.

With a wave of his hand he got the fire going in the fireplace warming the naturally chilled room. Hermione made her way over toward his desk and sat down rather gingerly. Something of a prideful smirk filed across Snape's face as he watched her. He had seemed to enjoy the display his domination of her had caused. The beast in him had been satisfied with his reclamation of it's mate and he turned his attention to more pressing matters.

"How long was I gone?" he asked noting that his mind had cleared some.

"Three days." replied Hermione honestly.

"Did I give you any trouble?" he asked concerned.

"Not much." replied the amber eyed witch. "You were consumed by lust for quite some time...it was almost dangerously so."

"I recall taking you in the woods." said Snape looking up at the stone ceiling. "It wasn't my finest hour in terms of seeing to your welfare love."

"It's fine." replied Hermione briefly recalling the brute force of her lover as he thrust into her mindless to his lust for her.

"I vaguely recall blood being spilled...a good deal of it." he said seeming concerned.

"You killed the white stag and fended off a horde of Were-beasts." said Hermione honest once more. "That's when Hircine showed up."

"Hircine?" asked Snape in confusion.

"The father of man beasts...the one whom made you an alpha werewolf." explained the witch. "He told us that he had turned you after striking a deal with Dumbledore.

"Albus?" asked Snape suddenly alarmed. "What's he got to do with..."

Hermione noted the rage file across the Potions Professor's face as he got off the sofa and summoned his attire.

"Severus?" she asked concerned.

"That son of bitch...he wanted control of the Were-beasts given that Lupin is utterly useless in that regard...he wanted to beat the dark lord to them." muttered the angry wizard as he marched over toward the fireplace and tossed in a bit of floo powder.

"Severus what are you doing?" asked Hermione getting to her feet as well.

"I could have fucking hurt you...do you have any idea what could have happened if I could not control myself?" asked Snape enraged. "If you hadn't used that time-turner...he fucking gave it to you didn't he?"

Hermione had not known why that seemed to matter.

"Yes." she replied meeting his eyes.

"Third year...the same year I was attacked by Lupin." said Snape putting the pieces together.

"Yes." replied Hermione. "But it was to save Buckbeak and Sirius..."

Snape rolled his eyes at the mention of his most hated enemy.

"That was only part of the reason girl." hissed Snape glaring at the emerald flames. "He fucking knew!...HE STILL FUCKING KNOWS!"

Hermione had been unable to follow her lover's line of thought.

"What does Dumbledore know?" she asked confused. "And what does it have to do with the time turner?"

"Think girl." hissed Snape once more. "The meddlesome old sod knows I'm fucking you...he orchestrated it form the very beginning...it's why he used you as a means to control me...he knew I'd never be able to control myself around you...so he gave you the damn time-turner to make it legal...so the ministry wouldn't come sniffing around and none of us would be any the wiser."

Hermione's amber eyes widened for a moment.

"P-Professor Dumbledore wanted..." she began unable to say it out loud.

"Yes." replied Snape calming some as he noted the horror file across her face. "He wanted to control the Were-beasts in the war...and he wanted me to be bound to the will of the order despite my alpha status...the only way to accomplish this was by using you...the sympathetic little Gryffindor lioness whom had been at my side the day of the attack...the perfect tool for his masterful plot"

"If I hadn't used the time-turner..." said Hermione thinking back.

"I would have taken you by force no matter your age." replied Snape truthfully. "I believe Lupin kept him informed about my potential as a Were-beast...the fact that I am an adolescent caused a good deal of panic for him...and as such he took a precaution to ensure the inevitable would occur with minimal consequences."

"Why?" asked Hermione stunned by this revelation. "Why would he do such a thing?"

Snape sighed.

"You are expendable as far as he is concerned...unlike..." he began.

"Harry." replied the shaken witch as she looked down at the stone floor.

"I am sorry, Hermione." said Snape meeting her eyes once more. "You did not deserve such treatment...I do not regret being with you in any fashion but had I taken you by force...our relationship would have been quite different indeed."

Hermione nodded in agreement.

"What do we do?" she asked unsure of how to proceed.

Snape sighed once more and backed away from the floo.

"We'll just have to keep all our cards close to our chest...as the Muggles say." he replied.

The Potions Master made his way over to the shaken girl and wrapped his arms around her.

"I do not regret a moment of our time together." he said again. "I am merely upset at the lengthy of deception our Headmaster had gone to just to have his desired outcome...I fear worse for what he has in store for the remainder of the war."

"I don't regret our time together either Severus." she said meaningfully as she gazed into his wild eyes of obsidian. "I'm just afraid that Dumbledore thinks so little of me...or at the very least considers me nothing more than a pawn."

"Welcome to my world." replied Snape with a smirk.

The two lovers shared a passionate kiss before breaking apart and resolving themselves to go about their day as if all was well. Hermione ventured back to Gryffindor tower and Snape went to his office to prepare his lesson plans for the day.