In the Dossiers of Snakes | By : SarahRae Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6526 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Severus: the Python of Potions
Hermione paced her darkened office. A storm was rolling in off the Channel, the electric intensity in the air mirrored the anxiety coursing through her body.
Despite all the missions she had been a liaison or handler for since her promotion as head of this secret division (code name Orpheus) none held so much in the balance, both for the wizarding world and her own heart.
She sat back at her desk and looked at the two piles of dossiers. One stack was of four wizards that threatened the world as they knew it. In the other pile, were the only four men who could stop the others from fulfilling their dark deeds.
She spread out the files of the latter, the black and white photos smirked up at her, her den of snakes: Severus Snape, Rabastan LeStrange, Lucius and Draco Malfoy.
She picked up the first, smiling down at her smirking Potions Master. He was a powerful wizard, an amazing man. It was a night very similar to this one, that she had sought him out, seeking his assistance.
**Two Months Ago**
Severus was emerging from the woods outside his hermitage; his night garden was doing very well. Never being one for society, and returning from the brink of death, the former Potions Master gracefully bowed out of public life and ran to the hills.
His small, yet comfortable, cottage came into view- a dark figure on the front porch leaning against on of the support beams. There were very few who could get through his wards, and only one was so beautifully curved.
“Hermione,” he all but purred as he climbed the few steps to her. The air was charged with an on coming thunder storm, making their already strong magical presence swirl more acutely around their bodies.
“Good Evening Professor,” she said. She stepped up to him, the sweet swell of her breast peaked out from her emerald silk blouse, encased in silvery lace.
“Professor? and wearing my house colors, you must need me for something Ms. Granger.” He crushed velvety voice washed over her causing a shiver to run through her.
“Indeed,” she whispered, the word very weighted. “Sadly I am here first on Orpheus business, thought a close second is personal.”
“Lets go inside then.” He led her into his home, his warm hand stoking the sliver of skin exposed above her trouser.
She was led to the chaise and he offered her a drink.
“Red please,” she smiled as he fetched their glasses and joined her on the chaise.
“Thank you Sev.” she said and smiled as he pushed an errant curl behind her ear, letting his long pale fingers stroke her soft cheek.
“You are very welcome ma loutre.” She blushed at his pet name for her. He had started calling her that due to the fact that he saw more of her patronas than Hermione herself.
He chuckled at such a maidenly reaction from such a passionate little witch.
“What business brings you here?” he asked.
“I am sure you have heard rumors, of another darkness attempting to rise in the east?”
“Indeed, there have been stirrings in certain circles.” He confirmed.
She slipped a shrunken folder from her pocket and handed it to Severus.
He flipped it opened quickly, his dark eyebrows disappeared beneath his fringe in shock.
“Hilda Eichelberger? But it can not be.” He said.
“They assumed she had escaped from the asylum but recent evidence shows she had help.”
“Well every descent dark wizard with megalomaniac tendencies needs a personal potion master- mistress rather, and she was utterly brilliant- before she lost her mind” He all but sneered at the dossier.
“The issue is she is mad and still brilliant- with newly found dark theories on blood superiority.”
“So you want me to- as you would say- neutralize this threat?” He asked, his voice tinged with the old darkness of his spy days.
There was something about that deep octave and those black glittering eyes that never ceased to heat her body up in the most delicious of ways.
And the potions master could always tell when she was ready for him.
“Enough talk of missions, I want to hear you moan beneath me ma petite loutre.” His voice rumbled as he pushed her down flat on the chaise with his own body.
She shifted her legs to cradle his body between her soft thighs, sighing a deep moan as his weight rested on her.
“Mmm, you always feel so good against me.” She said nipping at his scarred neck.
“As do you witch,” he rumbled back placing their wine glasses safely in the side table before lavishing her neck in kisses and unbuttoning her blouse.
Hermione made quick work of the many rows of black buttons that Severus insisted on wearing. Finally she was down to his pressed white shirt, while she was in nothing but her bra and knickers.
“You always wear to much!” she huffed in complained, and she felt him chuckle against her stomach as he slid down her body.
“My apologies,” he sat up and shucked off everything but his black boxer briefs.
She admired his well-muscled body- lithe, strong and scarred. His coal black hair fell over his pale brow, the piercing obsidian eyes shone with intelligence and strength- an all around handsome man.
He smirked has he watched her eyes roam his person. He reached out and grasped her ankles, she gasped as he slid her down the seat and rested her legs on his shoulders.
He kissed and nipped her feet, and started moving up her legs. He lowed himself and crawled between her soft thighs. He let out a deep groan as he came close to her hot center.
“Oh ma loutre, you are always so ready for me,” he praised as the flat of his tongue moved over the flimsy silk covering her.
“Oh Professor,” she replied her long fingers wrapped in his hair tightly, urging him closer to her aching core.
He growled again, his old title causing his hard cock to twitch, wanting to be buried deep inside her hot willing body.
He whisked her knickers away and took her into his mouth, she arched her back hard and whimpered in pleasure. The man’s voice was not the only talent coming from that witty mouth.
“Sweet as ever,” he complemented.
They both felt the tremors pass through her body- a signal of her first orgasm. He doubled his efforts and soon she was braking apart beautifully. He rose to watch he, his fingers replacing his mouth, strumming along her climax.
By Merlin she was beautiful.
Once her amber eyes opened he slid home, enjoying the ripples of one fading orgasm. He was full planning on making a few more happen.
She locked her legs tightly around his pale body and pulled his mouth down to hers, the moaned together as he seated himself fully inside, their bodies locked together, forming one creature of bliss.
They enjoyed each other until the storm had moved away out to sea and they could not move. She was curled on his smooth chest, a blanket resting over their naked cooling bodies.
Severus stroked Hermione’s hair as she drifted to sleep. It would be a difficult task, but he would stop Mistress Eichelberger.
He twirled his silver ring, the obsidian glass holding an ornate letter H, planning the end of the manic brewer.
**One month after that Night**
Hermione sat at her desk in the Secret Divisions office when suddenly the pendent of obsidian glass engraved with the letter S around her neck turned red. She pulled the long chain in front of her eyes. With the silver framed class words in the familiar scroll appeared.
~ I have the herbs, will brew for a fortnight~
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief; her professor had completed his mission and would be staying at the SD’s safe house.
**Back to present day**
Her fingers danced over the other three pendants around her neck. She stopped on the swirled Maori jade with an R deeply etched into the surface. Her serpent.
AN:
Rapid plot bunny attach- at the worst possible time in the academic calendar! My Hermione/Draco is on hold- felt like I was rushing and want to rework it during so upcoming free time.
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!
cheers- Sarah
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