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This fic is my own continuation of HELL IS EMPTY by SyrenGrey. This is my take on how I think the story should have ended.
In order for this story to make sense to you, please read the above-mentioned fic.
Hermiones' New Husband
As the night wore on, Hermione lay between the now slumbering vampires, her cognitive mind showing itself to her once more.
She was sore from all the manner of treatment from Lucious Malfoy and Severus Snape, the former being a man, until last night, she distrusted with all her being, the latter being her ex-lover and to whom she had discovered she still loved very much.
She pondered her next moves with great skill and care.
She coyly looked over her shoulder and made certain that both Lucious and Severus were following her, like two bastards going after a batch in heat they followed Hermione into the rooms they shared with her the first time she came to them. As they gathered into what could now be best termed, the room of sin, Snape and Malfoy prepared to whet their insatiable appetites, just like before, or so they thought.
Hermione whipped around and before either vampire could even blink, she imperiused and Stupefied Lucious and he fell to the ground like a sex toy doll whose air had been let out by one tiny pinhole.
Snape snapped his eyes, now violet shades, as he stared at her with immense malice; “ You have imperioused my Sire”!
“OH, he is fine…for now”. Hermione spoke amicably. Snape proceeded to lunge towards Hermione; “Ah, ah”! Hermione slipped what appeared to be an ancient artifact around her neck hung on a rope.
As Snape came closer he felt hot, unusual for a vampire, and he proceeded to sweat profusely. He had no idea what was going on with him.
Hermione grinned wickedly; “This talisman is very, very old. In fact, it is the only one now in existence”. “Whenever a vampire comes close to it the said vampire feels almost human again”.
Snape stepped back from her, feeling his cold, chilly self once again.
“I know once a vampire spills a drop of his blood for an oath it is sealed lest the dark creatures dies in a great ball of eternal fire for all eternity”. Hermione eyed Snape triumphantly as her request was just a little bit away.
“As you wish you “Witch who used to be the brightest of her age”. Snape sneared. She handed him the enchanted blade so he could slice the palm of his left hand and let a coupleof drops of his left hand to drop on the floor and she intoned the ancient incantation to bind a human to their vampire host.
As the spell was finished Hermione slid off her necklace that until now protected her from any powers Severus would wish to use to overpower her. She dropped it to the floor as it disintegrated before their very eyes.
Severus glared at Hermione: “Shall we begin your conversion”? He mumbled, giving her the once over appreciatively knowing that in 3 days time she would be his for all eternity.
He led her down and down to the darkest bowels of the night club that he alone now owned, she proudly followed him until such time 3 very ornate coffins came before them, the lit candles shimmering in the dark corridors faintly.
He pointed to the one on the right side of the room; “This one is mine”. He pointed to the one on the lefthand side; “That one will be yours whilst you transform into your new identity”. The one in the middle is the one we shall share for eternity is the one in the center. It will take 3 days to complete your transformation”.
He could sense her hesitancy, she looked around the room rather warily. “You can still change your mind,” he murmered to her, hoping she would turn tail and run, his vampirism tendencies wanted her but the small bit of his human condition was repulsed at what he was about to do to his once student, brightest Witch of her age, she could do, be with anyone yet she chose his old, dead ass.
She let her sheer outwear dress fall to the floor and Snape eyed Hermione and suddenly she blushed as only a pure human could.
“We have been lovers for quite a while and we are going to be bonded for all eternity and still you blush so pretteily”. “You know what you still do to me, even in your vampire state, even more so now”. Hermione whispered.
Snape walked towards Hermione slowly, seductively staring into her eyes, she could see the violet sphere around his iris as he lowered his lids at half mast, he pulled her long, curly hair back ND lowered his mouth towards her jugglar, she could hear his fangs slide from his gums, to bare them to the pulsating vein, she leaned her head back, a soft sexy moan escaping her lips.
He drank from her lifes’ blood, stopping just enough to save a sparse amount to her, she collapsed in his powerful arms.
He picked her up and lay her in the pink velvet lining of her coffin, whispering he would see her soon.
He walked over to his own coffin, to lay in wait for his dinner later on that night….and to check on his new bride.
He stepped out to find his ‘food’ for the night, he knew Hermione would not need to ‘hunt” till after the 3rd day of her ‘awakening’.
On day 3 as the sun settled for the evening he raised the coffin and he saw Hermiones’ violet-rimmed eyes flair open to see him, her ‘husband’, for all eternity.
“Come, my wife, let us present ourselves to our subjects and then you and I will have a late ‘dinner’!
They came up from the bowels of the basement and Severus presented Hermione as his new Queen.
All bowed to the pair, whispering amongst themselves.
Severus took his New Bride by the hand and they walked out into the darkness that was their New World.
"I am starving," Hermione lamented: "I am going to teach you the art of seduction, my bride so that you may sate your blood lust, Severus purred into her ear.
"Let me show you how to feed, both safely and in this day and age, how not to get caught and a stake through your heart". Snape leaned over his new wife and bared his shiny whites for her to see.
Snape noticed an elderly woman standing not far from the shadows of his and Hermiones' vantage point, he silently yet swiftly found himself by the womans' side
The woman looked up to him bit before fear and shock could register with the old lady, Snape purred sweetly in the womans' ears and she relaxed, her eyes half-lidded as Snape gently pulled back the ladys' head to reveal the veins protruding from her neck, hus fangs flashed for a mere second and he licked her neck as though applying Novacane to deaden the pain he was about to inflict and punctured her neck so to drink her life blood from her neck, he didn't take too much but enough to sate his Vampirism.
Hermione was watching from the shadows, enthralled with how her new husband 'educated' her on how she needed to feed, it felt powerful yet seductive.
Hermione was starving, so hungry was she that saliva was drueling from her mouth, she wiped it off with distain.
Snape finished 'eating and as he lay the woman down gently to the ground, he strolled towards his wife and pointed to a nice, juicy morsal of a man standing at corner not but a few feet from them, his back towards them so this gave Hermione her chance to have 'dinner'.
Hermione practically 'floated' towards her unsuspecting victim, this time all that was needed was for her to sing softly do that the man in question would lull his head over, not knowing why he was doing it and Hermione bit into his jugglar and sated her hunger.