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Soul mates, a laughable concept used by rich elitists who wanted pretty little playthings with more hair than sense. It disgusted him when he saw the old family purebloods lording it over the muggle-borns and half-borns as though they were more worthy. As though they deserved to have all the adulation and accolades. Like they deserved to be the only who were capable of earning a lifemate deemed by the gods.
A bitter laugh rang through the air. Plumes of cloudy breath shot forcefully from between pale chapped lips.
Gods…what gods would only favor one group over another?
Coal black eyes slid open to stare upwards at the steel-colored sky and swirl of ominous clouds moving quickly overhead. Equally dark brows furrowed in frustration then softened to a sorrowful slant and a harsh masculine scoff rang throughout the school’s inner courtyard. Severus Snape, youngest potion’s master in a century, folded his arms over his knees and drummed his fingertips against his shins. He’d made poor decisions in his youth, thought something was more than it had been. For what, jeering and laughter, hate filled green eyes and disgusted sneers by those in his own house.
And here he was, a fucking school teacher…in an effort to save an ungrateful heathen and his wretch of a wife who had once been his best friend. It made him wonder what it said about him that he was sorry for their future child if they both made it through the coming conflict.
Movement through one of the windows caught his eye and he sat up, legs going beneath him to push him to his full height as a young woman darted by another window, unruly brown curls flying behind her. Cursing softly, he hurried after her, his long legs carrying him back into the castle proper in time to catch sight of her back as she turned towards the moving staircases. He sped up, catching the teasing scent of peonies and indigo ink the closer he got to her retreating figure. His arm itched, not that infernal tattoo he’d taken to impress his sycophantic friends and, so-called, master. Higher, around his left bicep, twisting and burning lines being formed into his skin and driving his thoughts from capturing an intruder to chasing after what was his.
His…an interesting experience, the knowing and feeling that whomever he chased belonged to him and him alone. The rational part of his brain seemed to take sides with the haplessly romantic sot side that he thought he’d buried, both sides proclaiming that yes, that was his soulmate, his mate. His life, his toy….his to fuck and fill and impregnate. He grew hard, so hard it burned and tortured him with how tight his pants clung to his erection. She was so close he could make out the golden glow of her skin and hear her breath, quick and slightly raspy from bounding up those blasted stairs at a sprinter’s pace.
Through another hall and up a set of stairs he had never paid much heed before, he chased his soul, his heart racing in his chest when he realized she’d dropped her jumper on one of the steps. Now even more golden skin teased his gaze and he caught a brief flash of amber colored eyes over a pert nose and full lips twisted in a teasing grin. His own mouth turned upwards in response and he leapt forward, taking the stairs two and three at a time to close the gap between them.
He could hear her laugh softly when she reached the top of the stairs, dancing just out of his grasp to turn onto a new corridor, her shockingly frilly bra flying over her shoulder to hit his chest. Two long strides and his robes were joined by his frock coat and cravat, dust rising from where they’d fallen to the stone tiled floors. He made a note in the back of his head to have an elf collect and clean them once he was capable of giving that order. Stepping over a pair of worn trainers and denims, he added those to the mental note as well as the need for those articles to potentially be repaired. They had certainly seen better days.
Heavy wooden doors melted into existence further down the hall, opening easily to small ink stained hands just as he caught up the petite woman he’d been chasing. His arms went around her, carrying her forward into the room she’d opened while he kicked the door shut behind them with one booted foot. It was strange, even in the world of magic, to see the room swirl into a bedroom from what looked like a war ops station. Another mental note for him to come back to later on. For now, his only focus was on the golden skinned goddess in his arms.
And she was his goddess. His eyes slowly took in her delicately fierce features, tracing over the freckles dotting across her cheeks and bridge of her nose. His gaze sharpened when he realized that her cheek was bruised and blood marred the fair skin of her forehead. Someone would die for what had been done to her, that was a bloody guarantee. A twist of his wrist had his wand in hand and a gentle cleansing charm cast upon her body, removing the grit and grime from wherever she had been off of her skin before he laid her across the newly formed bed.
“You are mine little witch.” Severus crawled over her, straddling her legs with his own and lowering himself to his elbows so he could run the tip of his nose over her skin. Her sweet scented skin that begged to be tasted and worshipped like her mouth and, when he got there, her pussy.
“I am all yours Severus.” Her voice was slightly raspy but oh so sweet and sent shivers down his spine.
He drew in a shuddery breath then covered her mouth with his own. Losing himself in her sweet taste and delightful moans of enjoyment when his fingers teased down her ribs then back upwards to stroke the underside of her breasts. Those small hands were fumbling with the buckle to his belt, teasing it open and sliding it from his trousers with deft movements. His breath caught on a groan when those same hands slid under his, now open, waistband and around his cock, gripping his length almost reverently with short tugging strokes that caused his brain to short circuit.
Within moments, or so it felt to him, they were both naked, his cock buried deep inside of her pussy and another wave of lust shot through his mind just knowing she was only his, always only his. He’d felt her barrier when he’d breached it, kissed those reddened lips through her gasp of discomfort until she was once more moaning and wriggling for him to move. His higher thoughts shut down.
Drawing his hips back until the head of his cock was just barely inside of her, he rotated them then drove back inwards, his lips curling back from his teeth in a lust filled snarl.
“Mine, you are mine!”
Those stunning amber eyes stared up at him, glazed with passion and heat. “All yours Severus.”
Gods he didn’t even know her name and fuck if he cared, she said she was his, she knew she belonged to him and that was all that mattered. His hips moved again, powering into her own over and over until all that could be heard was their skin smacking together, gasps and deep groans filling the room and echoing off of the stone walls. He couldn’t get enough of her and shifted her so that her legs were over his shoulders, bending her almost in half while he drove his cock deep inside of her wet heat.
“Fuck…” He could feel her tightening and fluttering around his cock and revealed in her choked shriek when she came after a particularly intense thrust that seemed to hit the right spot inside of her. A devilish grin curled his lips and he dropped one hand between their bodies, his fingers finding the hard nub of her clit and stroking fiercely to get her to orgasm again. He wanted to feel her coming around his cock once more before he filled her.
The thought of filling her caused his balls to tighten and stomach to clench. He wanted her full of his cum, ripe and full of his child. To hell with anything else. Just imagining how she would look, sated and lazy on the bed with a trickle of his cum dripping from her pussy, it threw him over the edge. His fingers sped up and he felt her body tightening, back bowing while her mouth opened in a silent scream as she came around him once more. With a loud shout he came, filling her with his cum, his hips pumping erratically then smoothing out in a slow soothing roll while he brought her back down from the edge. His own edge and limit had been reached, for now. He planned to do this many, many more times over the next few hours, even if he had to take a few potions for extra energy.
He’d found his soulmate. Damn if that wasn’t the strangest thing, when he’d been mocking purebloods about soulmates in his own head.
Dropping his head down, he brushed his lips across her jaw then lazily over her own before lifting up once more to see those amazing amber eyes. “I’ve waited a long time for you, my soul.”
Those beautiful lips curved upwards in a smile. “I’ve waited a long time for you too, Severus.” Then she reached up and curled her fingers against his cheek. “My name is Hermione Granger, and we’re going to win this war.”
In the back of his head that name rang a bell, something from the book of admissions. Ah hell, he’d look later. He needed to take her a few more times before asking his questions.