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“The bloody, the hurt and the darkness” by Rita Skeeter. HG/SS/Spike (NC-17)
Original poster: glover_hipworth
Title: The bloody, the hurt and the darkness
Author: Glover Hipworth glover_hipworth
Pairing: Hermione/Snape/Spike
Kink/Prompt: public sex/greyscale
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Het! ;)
Summary: When Aurors Granger and Snape wander the streets of London at night, they encounter a vampire. They come out with their lives intact but what about their innocence?
Author's Notes and Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
“Auror Granger!“
She heard Snape shout behind her as she fled the Muggle bar they had been sitting in. Running as fast as she could, she tried to wipe away the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. Faster or he’ll catch you and ask what this is about.
“Granger! Stop this instant!”
She turned into a side alley, stepped behind a rubbish container and leaned against the cold stone wall. Don’t let him find me, she prayed. She didn’t care to explain why exactly she had stormed out of the bar all of a sudden, stopping only to throw a few coins at the bartender. A sob broke free and she heard footsteps stop and turn into the alley.
“What do you think you are doing, running away like an ignorant little schoolgirl? You know very well that this area is quite dangerous!” Snape bellowed, his face flushed and angry. “You will come back at once!”
Hermione slid down until she hit the floor and started to cry silently. How could she go back now? Snape had no idea of how she felt. He should try looking at the love of his life kissing and flirting with another girl. She dragged the sleeve of her robe across her face, trying to pull herself together. She had to go back, sometime, even share the flat with Harry in London. Oh God.
Snape had approached her and seemed unsure of how to treat her. Hermione smiled up at him. While Harry and Ron still loathed him wholeheartedly, Hermione had warmed to the man and valued his expertise and cool mind as well as his way to treat people, demanding nothing but the best of everyone. Oh, Harry. How he had looked, stuffing his tongue down the throat of a blond girl he had never even met before. Tears threatened to escape again, but Hermione bit them proudly back. No more tears for Harry.
She extended her arm to Snape who pulled her up at once.
“Hug me,” she said and smiled when Snape’s arms went around her stiffly.
”He is an idiot,” Snape sneered. “I really do not understand why you care.”
Hermione looked up in surprise. Was she that transparent? Snape nodded at her and stepped away again. She shivered. It was summer, but a cool breeze had sprung up.
“Come now. A make-up charm should do the trick. Women do have such things at hand, I assume?” He raised an eyebrow.
Hermione smiled and nodded. “I don’t want to go back yet, though. I’ll walk a bit.”
Snape scowled. “You can’t. Not alone. And I’m expected back, Kingsley will arrive soon.”
“And I will come back soon too,” Hermione insisted. “But I’d rather be alone for a few more minutes.”
Snape seemed torn. “Send a Patronus if there’s a problem,” he finally gave in.
“I will. And thank you,” she said and turned to the street.
****
She decided to stay near the bar, just in case. She was off duty after all and didn’t care to arrest brash drunkards in her free time. A drunk best friend was enough for one evening. It still hurt her to think of Harry, and what he might do just now with that tart, but she had resolved to forget Harry the moment Snape had hugged her. Hell, even Snape had noticed that she was bothered!
She had realized that even if Harry ever decided that she was worth his interest, he would probably continue to hurt her. She needed a man who knew what he wanted and not a foolish little boy who ran around breaking hea- Aaargh!
“Waaaah!”
Hermione’s heart hammered from shock. Assuming that she was alone, she had walked without looking sideways and had run directly into a man in a black coat, who apparently was just as scared as she was.
“Watch where you’re going, pet,” the man exclaimed and ran a hand through his bleached hair. “Nearly scared me to death there. Not that you could.” He grinned, baring his teeth. Hermione noticed the prolonged canines. Oh great, a vampire. He seemed vaguely familiar to her.
“Stay away from me,” Hermione hissed, her hand slowly moving to the inside of her robes, where her wand was stored.
“Or what, pet?” He smiled and lit a cigarette, approaching her.
Hermione seethed. Who did he think he was, calling her pet? She took a step back and reached into her pocket, realising she had lost her wand. Oh fuck.
“Will you stake me?” He advanced and gripped her arms. Reflexively, she kicked him in the stomach and punched him in the face as hard as she could. Auror training had given her some muscles and she was grateful for that now.
The vampire laughed and stood up from where he had fallen on the ground.
“So there are other ones. I didn’t know. Where’s your watcher?”
“What are you talking about?” Hermione asked, trying to stall him until she had assembled the magic to at least send a wandless Patronus to Snape.
“You’re a slayer, just like her. I recognise the style.” He pointed at the blood above his eye.
Hermione instantly forgot all about the Patronus. “That’s a myth. There are no slayers. And you, I recognise you, you’re William the Bloody! You were in London, a History!”
William smiled. “You have heard of me? That’s nice. You may call me Spike, though…”
“Don’t bite me,” Hermione said and held out her hand. “I’m Hermione.”
Spike shook it and smiled sadly. “Couldn’t if I tried. Tried to kill her a lot but she wouldn’t die from my hands.”
A crack suddenly echoed in the silence and they started and saw a dark figure appear. Snape had Apparated to look for her. Hermione’s heart warmed.
As soon as he had properly materialized, Snape stormed at Spike and thrust him bodily into the next wall, wand pointing at the vampire’s throat.
“Did he hurt you?” Snape asked curtly without turning his head.
“No, I’m fine,” Hermione assured, but Snape didn’t seem to pay much attention to her.
“Easy, man,” Spike said hoarsely. “You’re crushing precious bits there.”
Hermione giggled. Snape looked uncomfortable but didn’t back off.
“What do you want here, vampire?”
“Just passing through.” Spike blew the smoke of his cigarette into Snape’s face. Hermione was surprised that Snape didn’t react to that. Instead, the two men stared at each other, like the cowboys in the films that Hermione’s parents always insisted to watch on Sunday afternoons. They looked ready to strike, but suddenly the atmosphere changed and Spike laughed and pushed Snape off.
“I have been drinking animal blood, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Spike said as he slowly walked toward Hermione.
“I know,” Snape replied, still facing the wall.
“That thing you did there felt as if you were fucking my mind,” Spike stated, confirming what Hermione had just thought; Snape had used Legilimency on him. Spike lightly pulled on Hermione’s locks, watching them bounce back in place. Lavender had managed to tame them and had even put some highlights into Hermione’s wild hair. Spike watched them in apparent fascination.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, looking into her eyes. Hermione blushed. She didn’t know how to handle such direct compliments. The only one who had told her before that she was beautiful was Viktor Krum, and she could never take someone seriously who he kept calling her names ending with Ninny.
“She’s more than that,” Snape said and approached them. His usual scowl had vanished and he looked strange, Hermione would almost say interested.
“I know,” Spike said and grinned. “I’ve felt it.”
“I punched him,” Hermione hurried to explain, strangely compelled to assure that nothing illicit had happened between them before.
“Did you really,” Snape asked rhetorically, staring at Spike again. It was unnerving. The tension between them was obvious, but Hermione didn’t understand it. She just hoped they wouldn’t kill each other. Slowly, Spike took the last drag on his cigarette, let it fall and crushed the stub with his heel, softly blowing the smoke into Snape’s face again. This time, Snape didn’t stay calm but grabbed Spike by his coat and pulled him close. Just as Hermione was about to go between them, Snape roughly closed the remaining distance and kissed him.
She stopped and gaped. It was the most erotic sight she could ever have imagined. Spike was writhing against Snape and groaning and soon they were staggering against the wall. Hermione felt her knees growing weak when she saw Snape’s hands disappear in Spike’s cloak, accompanied by a particularly hungry groan of Spike.
“Well, are you going to stand there all night?” Snape asked and bit into Spike’s neck.
Hermione stared. He wanted her to … join? She had never been in a threesome before, hadn’t even thought about something of the sort but her feet started walking before she had decided. By now, she knew why Spike seemed so familiar. He looked a bit like Draco, only without the sneer and with a certain careless charm that probably had women – and men – lining up for him.
When she arrived next to them, Spike pulled her into an embrace between them and started to open her robes and the dress underneath. Her breath caught as she felt two hard cocks pressing into her flesh from both sides and four hands roaming her body, skin on skin.
Leaning back and resting her head on Snape’s shoulder she let herself fall and enjoy the sensations. Spike’s hands were on her breasts, stroking her nipples lightly while Snape was sucking on her neck. She felt one of Snape’s hands rubbing Spike’s cock and, due to their positions, her groin too. A sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and soft lips pressed against hers in a harsh kiss.
“Get his coat off,” Snape ordered before nibbling his way up to her ear, and Hermione complied without breaking their kiss. Spike’s tongue found his way into her mouth, and she tasted copper and Whisky on him.
“Open his trousers.”
When they were open, Spike and Hermione gasped in unison as she slipped her hand inside and at the same time felt a hand sneaking between her own legs. With a tug of Snape’s hand her panties were pushed down, and he was stroking her slowly and lightly with two fingers, from her clit back to her arse.
“Oh Merlin,” Hermione sighed. The feeling of Snape’s fingers sliding through the slick wetness of her folds and Spike teasing her nipples were almost enough to make her come.
Suddenly Snape pulled away, and she heard the clicking of metal. Turning her back to Spike, she saw that Snape was opening his belt and fell to her knees, pushing his hands away. She quickly opened the belt and his trousers and pulled out his cock. Looking up at Snape, she caught his eye and watched him closely as she licked slowly over the top of his cock. Snape seemed completely transfixed, his eyes were burning into hers as she slowly took him into her mouth.
She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Hermione had had sex only once before and that had been a nice way to say goodbye to a sweet boy she had gotten to know on her holidays. Never ever would she have said yes to a one-night stand with a stranger, let alone with her former Professor and colleague and a vampire! And never would she have thought that she liked taking matters into her own hands (and mouth, her brain supplied helpfully). But she felt powerful and sexy with them, and tonight she was going to properly let her hair down.
Keeping her eyes on Snape’s, she enveloped him in the warm heat of her mouth, paying attention to graze his sensitive skin lightly with her teeth. The sharp intake of breath combined with a hand stroking over her head told her she had got that right. She sucked harder and moved her head the way she had seen other women in porn films do.
Hermione grinned around her mouthful of cock. Snape seemed to be having trouble staying upright, but Spike had slung his arms around his waist and pulled him into a deep kiss. Hermione couldn’t help but stare. It was still the hottest thing to have ever reached her eyes. Their eyes were closed and their tongues battling, stroking, teasing each other. In that moment Hermione realised that it wasn’t the first time the two of them had met. They seemed rather familiar with each other.
After a few seconds they broke their kiss, and Snape touched her shoulder to make her stop. When she had stood up, he pulled her against him, and she felt Spike slide his hands under her open dress and rub her clit. When she looked up to Snape, she blushed. He was looking at her again, so intensely that she thought he was looking into her soul rather than into her eyes. And he seemed to like what he saw, for he pulled into a kiss that was so tender that she hardly recognised him as the bitter man who was as hard with everybody as he was with himself.
After a few more silent kissing moments Snape pulled away and looked at Spike and then at the wall. Spike jumped and retreated back against the wall. Snape hustled Hermione after him.
“Do you trust me?” he asked her quietly.
Hermione shook her head in wonder. “Need you ask?”
Snape smiled and looked at Spike. “I want to see you lick her. Stand against the wall and lift her up.”
“Come on, pet.”
Spike picked her up and lifted her onto his arms with surprising ease. He positioned her right in front of his face and stemmed his arms into the wall. Hermione felt very much exposed like this, with two men staring at her and noticed suddenly that she was, in fact, very much exposed. They were standing in a public street after all, even though it was a barely frequented side alley. Hermione shivered when a soft breeze brushed the hem of her dress against her nipples.
Snape whipped his wand out of his sleeve and cast a charm on Spike. Lubricans, Hermione heard and blushed at the prospect. She had a good idea of what Snape intended to do with the vampire. Her position gave her an excellent view of Spike’s arse and everything that happened down there. Snape yanked down Spike’s trousers completely and took a few seconds to caress the firm cheeks before delivering a sharp slap to his arse.
“What did I tell you to do?” he asked waspishly.
Spike gave her a quick smile and sunk his head into her lap, licking and sucking on her clit and folds, and she couldn’t hold back a loud groan. Nobody had ever done this for her, and it was no surprise that she felt his chin glisten from her wetness within seconds.
Looking down, she saw Snape remove his fingers from Spike’s arse and align his cock with his entrance. Just as Snape pushed into him, Spike’s breath caught and he gave a particular lick to Hermione’s clit that was just too much and pushed her over the edge of orgasm. Hermione cried out. Heat waves rippled over her body as the sweet, sweet feeling spread from her pussy to the rest of her body and engulfed her in complete satisfaction.
Although she had tried to keep still, Spike had noticed that she was coming and had kept his mouth still and his eyes on her, just like Snape, whose eyes were burning into hers again, while he thrust into Spike’s arse. He was not gentle with him, but then Spike seemed to like just that, judging by the look of ecstasy on his face.
The look was not much impaired by the next hard blow Spike received after a few moments.
“Did I tell you you could stop?”
Spike humbly shook his head and set back to licking up her juices. Hermione let her head fall back against the wall and admired the look of abandon on Snape’s face as he fucked Spike with short rough thrusts. After a few moments he reached around Spike to take hold of his cock and stroke him in time with his thrusts.
“Make her come again,” Snape ordered, pinching one of Spike’s nipples for emphasis.
Spike nodded into her lap and started sucking on her swollen clit again. By the time Snape and Spike were trembling and panting, Hermione was near climax again and her hand was gripping Spike’s hair, holding his face tightly in place. This time when she came, she looked straight into Snape’s eyes, and that seemed to be enough to make him climax. With a few last strokes of his hand, Spike was coming too, clenching his cheeks around Snape’s cock and spurting thickly against the stone wall.
“Watch it, pet.”
Spike let her glide slowly to the ground and they sat in a row, backs leaning against the wall.
Hermione was the first to speak.
“Whoa.”
She was still half undressed, her hair dishevelled and her body flushed and covered in love bites.
Spike looked at her and grinned. “Quite.”
Snape put on his teacher sneer. “That was… adequate.”
Hermione and Spike started to laugh, and even Snape couldn’t hide the small smile that escaped when he looked at them.
“It’s late,” Hermione said after they had Scourgified their bodies and clothes. “Shall we go back to the bar before they go looking for us?”
She buttoned up her dress and the others followed her lead. Spike stood when he was finished and fidgeted with his cloak.
“All right, I’ll be off then.” He said, not very convincingly.
“No, you’re coming,” Snape said calmly and stood up. “This way.”
****
None of their colleagues had missed them or planned to go looking for them, though Harry seemed to have noticed that they had been outside. He caught Hermione’s eye when they entered and smiled at her. Without blinking, Hermione turned to Spike and asked what he was drinking. She would definitely not talk to Harry as long as the tart was still sitting on his lap.
Spike took a place in a dark corner of the room while Hermione and Snape went to get the drinks. If Harry looked shocked when Snape laid a hand on her arse, pushing her back to the table, she didn’t see it, because she made sure always to have her back to him. That wouldn’t work for long, she knew, but it was a good feeling for the moment.
They settled in the corner where Spike was sitting and watched the crowd drinking and dancing and kissing. Sometimes Spike would grab his glass and take it to his mouth, making sure to touch Hermione’s nipples with the cold material and they would share a secretive smile and fight playfully until Snape silenced them with a dominating sneer.
When it was Spike’s turn to get the drinks, Hermione saw Harry coming over to them. She sighed. He took no notice of her when she was unhappy, but heaven forbid she had some fun.
“Hello.” Harry plopped down on a seat beside them. “Kingsley said he’s not coming. Gave us the evening off. Having fun? And who is that guy?”
His question was directed at Hermione but Snape answered before she had the chance to speak.
“If you define ‘enjoying oneself’ as ‘rutting against other people like a bitch in heat’, no, that *we* are not,” he sneered at him.
Harry went beet red. “Who asked you, Snape? You’re just jealous because you’re not getting any action at all!”
Snape smirked and laid one hand on Hermione’s upper thigh, rather too far upwards than it would be modest.
Harry’s eyes bulged. “Tell me that isn’t true, Hermione!”
In that moment, Spike arrived with the drinks and sat on Hermione’s other side, mimicking Snape’s hand movement.
“Friend or foe?” he asked genially, pointing at Harry.
Hermione smirked. “Well, at the moment – not that friendly.”
Spike smiled his darkest smile, showing just a bit of teeth. “Can I bite him, then?”
****
Harry had walked off after that and sat broodingly talking to his blonde companion, but that didn’t spoil their evening. They talked about a lot of things, about what Spike was doing here, among others, and Hermione was surprised to find that he was now living in the United States.
“I was born and sired here, in London, but I’ve been living in Sunnydale for quite some time now,” he told her. “It’s nice there, I was all right until I met her.”
“Her? The slayer?” Hermione asked with interest. Spike seemed to be quite smitten with the girl.
“I never felt anything like the way she makes me feel. Almost as if I weren’t dead. She doesn’t really love me though, not really. But she will. When I’ve got my soul back.”
Snape leaned forwards. “Your soul back? I didn’t know that was possible.”
“In principle vampires aren’t even supposed to fall in love. I guess I’m special.” Spike grinned.
Snape snorted. “Are all blondes that bigheaded? Because I know another one who thinks no end of himself.”
Spike leaned over to him and licked his ear. “You know you like it,” he whispered.
Hermione sighed. She could live happily ever after with those two, although she should be hunting Spike. Vampires were supposed to be registered and heavily observed by the Ministry, and had Severus not turned to the Order before the end … she didn’t even want to think about that. But the Ministry forgot dark creatures weren’t all bad.
Snape had observed her and smiled. “He can still be bad in character and good in bed, you mean?”
Hermione glared at him. “Don’t do that! It’s rude to read minds without asking first.”
Spike smiled at them and suddenly jumped up. “God, it’s nearly dawn. I have to get going or I’ll be trapped here. Wish me luck.”
He took his coat and walked to the door, winking back at the two of them.
“Good luck! And send an owl if that soul business worked!” Hermione shouted over the table.
“An owl?” Spike shook his head. “Don’t fit into an envelope, pet. Best you can hope for is a sparrow.”
****
An awkward silence descended upon their table when Spike had left, until Hermione took Snape’s hand and traced the veins on his palm.
“You knew him,” she said, waiting for Snape to confirm or deny her statement.
Snape closed his hand over hers. “I knew him. I met him when I joined ... after I had finished school. He didn’t know the Dark Lord, but he made the killing bit sound harmless. At first I thought he was going to kill me too, but he didn’t. I thought I would never meet him again.”
He leaned back and downed the last of his whisky.
“So,” Hermione said conversationally, “can I sleep with you tonight? And the days after that?”
Snape looked at her quizzically.
“Because there’s no way I’m sharing a flat with Harry if I can spend my life in your bed.”
Snape sighed. “If you think you can go and invade my private space and stuff my living room with an abundance of books you are sorely mistaken.”
Hermione’s face fell before she could control it.
“You will use the library. And Merlin help you if you ever try to let one of your so-called friends into my house.”
She grinned. “Don’t worry. I won’t.” She snuggled closer to him and closed her eyes to rest. It was going to be a long night.
***