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When the Magic's Gone	By : Avrild Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10 - When the Magic Returns

It all belongs to Rowling, except what you don’t recognize.

Ms. Annie Harris was reading her morning mail when there was a knock on her office door. ‘Yes,’ the door opened and in walked a handsome young man with unruly black hair and green eyes. He was dressed nicely and Annie couldn’t help but stare a little.

‘Ms. Harris?’

‘Yes, and you are?’

‘The summer intern. The name’s Potter, Harry Potter.’ He shook hands with her and pushed his glasses up on his nose.

Nice firm grip, and other things were quite nice, too. Annie noticed all this with pleasure.

Harry made as if he were about to leave.

‘Why don’t you have a seat, Mr. Potter?’

‘Please call me Harry.’ He had a smile that could melt an iceberg.

‘Very well, Harry. Tell me about yourself. Somehow, you seem familiar.’

Harry sat down and crossed his legs. ‘I’d be glad to.’

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‘Hermione, your friend from Hogwarts is here.’

‘I’ll be right down, Dad.’

Hermione straightened her dress and double-checked her hair. Her mum had called from work to let her know to get dressed nicely and to expect a surprise. She figured Harry or Ron had decided to drop by. But then, why would either one have called at her parents’ workplace? Well, it was probably Harry; he was the one unafraid of using a phone.

Hermione stood stock still at the base of the stairs. Sitting on the sofa was someone vaguely familiar. He uncoiled his tall, thin body from the couch and gracefully crossed to her, giving her a quick hug. He was wearing a lightweight grey suit, sage green shirt and silver tie. His hair was short! He smiled shyly, revealing straight, pearly white teeth. In one ear lobe, there was a tiny emerald-eyed silver snake earring. And he was using a youth glamour. Oh My God, thought Hermione.

‘So mister, what was the name again?’ asked Peter Granger.

‘Russ—Russ Snape. Just plain old Russ would do. And may I call you Peter? Mr. Granger seems so formal after all Hermione has told me about you.’ His smile broadened showing off dimples to die for.

‘Right you are, Russ. Will you stay to dinner?’

‘I’d love to. Also, I have tickets to a concert, my date cancelled at the last minute and I was hoping your daughter would do me the honor.’ Snape flashed the tickets at Hermione’s mum.

‘Oooh. We have her CD. My and don’t you know that concert’s been sold out for months? Well, Hermione?’ Liz Granger was wondering why her daughter was standing there with her mouth open, gaping like a codfish. It seemed a little rude.

‘Umm, professor?’ Bloody brilliant, Granger, blow his cover. Hermione mentally kicked herself.

‘Professor? Why you look way too young to be a professor,’ said Peter.

‘Thank you. I was the youngest ever to teach at Hogwarts! But, you know teaching just wasn’t my cup of tea. I’m now doing research at Cambridge. I heard our dear Hermione was going to Cambridge herself. And since I happened to be in your neck of the woods this evening, well, I just had to look her up.’ He winked at Liz. ‘You know our kind ‘ witches and wizards ‘ need to stick together.’

Liz blushed and made a note to herself about checking on the silver flatware patterns at Harrods. ‘Well, of course. I feel so much better knowing that our little princess will have a friend looking out for her at Cambridge.’

‘Oh yes, I expect we shall see a great deal of each other’’

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Harry looked out the hotel window on Times Square. It was raining: the bleak September day was in sharp contrast to his own feelings of excitement. He’d just discovered that Annie would be in an adjoining room while they were in New York City attending the ‘New York is Book Country’ events for the next six days. He’d been hired as her personal assistant after his internship was over and, so far, he had not found a way to bridge the gap between their ages and work status.

‘Harry, could you come in here please.’ Harry quickly responded to Annie’s request.

‘I bought some postcards to mail out. Would you like to send one to your Godfather? I think my daughter would like this one and I have this for Jackie, though she doesn’t deserve it. What could she be thinking getting us adjoining rooms?’ Annie blushed.

‘Actually, I think I should pick her up a present for doing that.’ Harry couldn’t believe he was actually going to hit on his boss.

‘Harry.’ Annie touched Harry’s face affectionately. She sighed and turned to the two dresses on her bed. ‘Which do you like best for the cocktail party this evening.’

‘You’d be beautiful in anything.’ Harry really wished he had a better way with words. ‘I mean-- they both have qualities which bring out your best features. This one shows off your figure and this one brings out the color of your eyes.’

Annie studied her assistant for a moment and then seemed to come to a decision. ‘Harry, if something were to happen between us, you wouldn’t feel that I was taking advantage?’

‘I’m eighteen now. Okay, I’m still living with Sirius, but I’d prefer to be treated as an adult. Bugger all. What I mean to say is that I would love something to happen.’ He stepped closer to her and felt really glad that he’d just showered and put on clean underwear.

‘Well, since you started working for me, my nickname around the office has been ‘That Jammie Cow’.’ She smiled. ‘Maybe we should prove all the rumors true. Even my daughter keeps asking when we’re going to --.’ She opened her arms.

Harry didn’t need to be asked twice. He took her in his arms and kissed her. This was going to be the best business trip ever!

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‘WHAT DID SHE HAVE THAT I DON’T?’

Severus Snape was rapidly learning why the family and friends of Hermione Granger tend to run the other direction when she was angry. The whole room was pulsating with wild magic, blue sparks were arcing from metal and the bookshelves were vibrating. He knew she was talented, but had had no idea that she had this sort of power.

The problem was that Hermione and Snape had quite different ideas as to how to celebrate the end of her first semester at Cambridge. Snape had planned a quiet evening of a catered meal from a fine restaurant and then out to a poetry reading at the local coffee bar. Her idea of celebration was to lose her virginity.

She had let herself into his flat a couple of hours before he returned from his lab and had made herself at home. She was wearing a lacy silver silk teddy with a matching full-length robe. Hermione was proud of how it showed off, even enhanced, her best features. While waiting for him, she had bathed and fixed her hair. She felt that there was no way any man, or wizard, could resist her. And yet he had.

Fueling Hermione’s fury was the fact that she’d been patient, very patient, over Snape’s slow as a snail approach to their relationship. He didn’t hold hands until the second date. No good night kiss until the fourth date. Snogging had only been recently introduced with a no hands below the belt by-law. Hermione was frustrated and fed up. She’d studied hard. She’d earned this. Where was the hot sex demon of the notes she had sent herself? Or the wizard she’d experienced after he’d rescued her from the Death Eaters? The man was simply impossible.

‘Hermione, princess.’

‘Don’t you dare call me princess.’ The bookshelf trembled again and was about ready to collapse.

Snape felt a sudden surge of white-hot pain behind his eyes as a tension headache began to erupt. He pinched the top of his nose and then put pressure on his eyes.

Hermione watched him go pale. ‘Are you feeling unwell?’

‘I don’t dare say that I have a headache or you will think I’m making even more excuses.’ He smiled grimly.

‘I’m sorry. It’s just that--.’

‘That you are disappointed in our relationship? Perhaps you had expectations of a more dramatic lover? I’m very sorry but that Severus is gone - probably for good. I need to lie down, please see yourself out.’

Snape wet a washcloth in the bathroom and proceeded to his bedroom. He kicked off his shoes and lay down in the bed with the cloth over his eyes.

Hermione followed him in. ‘Why don’t you take a potion? Can I get one for you?’

‘Hermione. Thank you, but no. There are a few things I should have told you. I’ve been putting it off and I see it’s just another example of my misjudgment in things.’ His voice wavered a bit. ‘I didn’t leave Hogwarts by choice. I was fired by Albus for substance abuse, that’s the Muggle term I believe.’

‘NO! He couldn’t have. You’re a hero. You brought down Voldemort. You are brilliant at potions. You—’

‘Yes. Yes. And now that you are completely disillusioned, please feel free to close the door on your way out.’

‘What happened?’ asked Hermione in a quiet voice.

‘It all caught up with me; twenty plus years of drinking and taking Dreamless Sleep potion. Eventually Laudenum on top of that for the ‘pain’,’ he snorted. ‘Albus told me you went down to the dungeons looking for me after the Leaving Feast. By that time, I’d already checked myself into St. Mungos.’

Hermione sat down on the bed next to him. She took his hand and held it to her face.

‘Checking into St. Mungo’s was the best thing that could ever have happened. It took six weeks for the Dreamless Sleep Potion to clear my system. That’s how much it had built up. Of course there’s a price. I can’t have you stay the night because I usually wake up at least once a night screaming down the rafters. But at least for the remainder of the night I have a normal rest.’

‘Well, good for you. That took courage.’ Hermione wasn’t quite sure what she felt. It was a combination of stupid over her earlier outburst along with a sense of being clueless about the man before her.

Snape made a face under the cold cloth. ‘Not really. Albus could have destroyed me if he’d wanted. I complied with his wishes and, in return, he pulled a few strings so I’d have a cozy research position here.’

‘Why Cambridge?’

‘Because I wanted to be close to you. I had promised to let you be part of my life. What role you play is your choice. But I had to be honest first about my circumstances.’ He sighed. ‘I was a frightful teacher. I owe an apology to you and all the others I taught. My only excuse was that I was in chronic pain from being hung-over and never getting proper rest. Also, I was in constant fear, not just from Voldemort, although he was a large part of it.’ Snape stopped.

Hermione moved closer to Snape and put his head in her lap. She massaged his temples and he groaned in relief.

‘That feels wonderful.’ He gave a quick smile. ‘My predecessor taught at Hogwarts for over fifty years. In that time, a dozen students died in various potions accidents. I’m sure you can understand how that could happen.’

‘Not in your classes. You always kept a careful eye on us.’ She started massaging his neck.

‘Except that I did lose a student. It was in my first term teaching. One student decided to play a little trick on another. The consequence was a boy who was in a coma for two weeks before dying. There was an investigation and I was exonerated, yet again. Many parents demanded my resignation, but Albus stood up for me. Gave me yet another chance.’ Hermione wiped away a tear that was trickling down his face. She continued to massage him, feeling the tightness in his neck and shoulders start to ease.

‘When I told Albus about us, I was in the worse physical and mental condition possible. I guess I should be grateful that he no longer needed me as a spy. That made it very easy for him to dismiss me. And he has been most generous with his emotional support since then.’

Hermione leaned down and gently kissed Snape on the lips. ‘Do you know I love you? I’m sorry for being so selfish. We’ll take as long as you need.’ There was a long pause.

‘Would you wait for our wedding night?’ Snape removed the cloth from his eyes.

Hermione playfully hit Snape on his shoulder. ‘Only if we get married today,’ she laughed.

‘Would you marry me?’ He looked up and around at her. ‘I’m no prize.’

‘You are to me.’ Hermione shifted her position to lie right next to him. ‘Can we live together first?’

‘That would guarantee my losing you; in case you weren’t aware of it, I am a vile beast of a man. No, it must be marriage first. That way you won’t be able to change your mind.’

‘What if you’re awful in bed?’ Hermione teased.

‘Oh, I can almost guarantee that.’ Snape quipped back.

‘But, that’s not what the other Hermione said.’

‘Oh?’ he smiled.

‘She said you were hot, a real Slytherin Sex God.’ She blew him a kiss.

‘Really?’ Snape felt the room turn warm.

‘I remember how you kissed me after you rescued me.’

‘Yes, you do remember that?’ Snape tried to keep the lust out of his voice.

‘When you kissed me then, I practically came.’ Hermione also felt the room get warm.

‘Ahhh.’ Snape smiled at the recollection.

‘That’s how I’d like to be kissed again.’

Snape licked his lips, and played with her hair. ‘Would you now?’

‘And then I’d like to crawl on top of you and lose my virginity.’

‘What? Give yourself to the ugly, evil old Potions Master?’

‘None other.’ Hermione put her hand on the fabric-covered erection that was straining for release. She stroked him delicately. ‘And I’d like to put you in my mouth and suck you until you screamed my name.’

‘Hermione, please.’ He blushed.

‘How’s your headache?’

‘Now the other one is aching.’

‘Let me fix it.’ She gave a wicked smile and continued her caresses.

Snape bit his lower lip. ‘Very well, whatever you’d like.’ He lay back down and closed his eyes.

‘That’s better.’ She kissed him, and began to unbutton his shirt. He groaned with frustration when she removed her hand from his cock.

Unable to restrain himself, he grabbed her arms and rolled over her. ‘Oi,’ she pouted, ‘I haven’t finished with your shirt.’ In response, he ripped his shirt off and threw to the floor. He was breathing heavily and his black eyes glittered.

‘What else would you like?’ He growled to the girl beneath him.

Hermione felt breathless and a little scared, even though she’d asked for this. ‘Touch me -- everywhere.’

‘With pleasure.’ Snape cupped her chin, lifting it up for a long, slow kiss. He then allowed his mouth to slide over to her neck. He nibbled the lovely white flesh, and his hands traveled to her silk covered breasts. Hermione gasped as he gave her a small love bite. He lifted the straps of her teddy from her shoulders and slipped them down. He kissed and then licked the soft flesh between her breasts. He slid the teddy further down to her waist. Gods, he’d missed her sweet rosebud nipples. He laved one and then another.

Hermione was quickly losing consciousness from his touching and kissing. She felt dizzy and her blood pounded in her ears.

‘Hermione, are you all right?’

‘I think I’ve hyperventilating. But don’t stop.’ She closed her mouth and tried to breath normally.

He pulled her to him in a tight hug. ‘You’ll be fine. You have nothing to fear.’ He stroked her hair and her back, trying to get her to relax.

‘I’m not afraid. Just, oh, fuck me please.’

Snape was mildly shocked by her language. He removed the rest of her teddy. He then slipped off his trousers and knickers. Hermione revived when she saw his hardness. She reached out a hand to touch it. It was hard, velvety and bulging with veins. She smiled. She worked her hand up and down the shaft and saw a drop of liquid come out from the slit.

‘Oh, Hermione.’ He took her face in his hands and kissed her fiercely. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes. ‘You’re sure now?’

‘I’m going to kill you.’ She sweetly said.

He positioned himself over her and felt her tense up. He thought to himself that he’d hurt her if she didn’t relax, so went onto his back and pulled her over him. After all, it had worked well the first time, why not the second?

‘Just do whatever makes you feel good.’ He put his hands behind his head and waited.

For a moment her eyes widened with the realization of what he was asking. She looked at his penis, it was huge and she was going to impale herself on that? She touched it again and it jerked with a life of its own. At least it seemed rather friendly for all its size. Still breathing hard she raised her hips over and placed the tip insider herself. It only went in so far. She knew the barrier was her hymen and it was time for it to be gone. She rocked gently, feeling him push up harder against her and then with a faint burning sensation, his cock was all the way in her and their pubic hair entangled. had had hurt, but nothing like Lavender had talked about. Hermione sighed with relief.

Snape had been watching and shared her relief. He so wanted to pound himself into her, but knew that that would wait for another time. This was Hermione’s special day. He stroked her arms and then her breasts. She looked down at him and spread her hands over him. She enjoyed the texture of his black chest hair and the feeling of the muscles underneath her fingers. After a little while she felt that she was ready to continue fucking him.

She leaned forward a little and was rewarded with the sensation of his cock moving inside her. She felt unsure what to do next and looked into Snape’s eyes for guidance. He brought his hands down to her hips and slowly moved her up and down on him. She found that with small circular movements she could increase her pleasures. Sweat beaded on her skin as he continued his slow rhythmic slide in and out of her. She started to feel the throbbing heat of an orgasm build within her. She allowed her weight to slide forward using her arms to support her. And then she slammed herself back onto him keeping his rhythm, but increasing the power of his thrusts. She worked to make her orgasm come closer and closer. She felt it rise inside her and explode, spreading out through her limbs. She screamed his name and threw back her wild mane of hair, riding him hard, grinding her pelvis into his.

Snape felt her cunny tighten rhythmically over him as he tried to maintain a steady pace. When Hermione screamed, something broke inside him and he let go, arching up and pouring into her. He called out her name breathlessly and gripped her arms. She continued to move over his sensitized penis and he grit his teeth trying to withstand the int sen sensations while she launched herself into yet another orgasm. Finally she stilled and collapsed on top of him. He kissed the top of her head and rested his hands on her back. He was still inside of her, warm and soft. ‘Hermione, my love.’ He sighed deeply again and felt embarrassing tears creep from his eyes.

Under half closed lids, she watched him cry. Yet she felt so at peace that she couldn’t help but to drift off to sleep.

It was dark when Hermione awoke. She could just make out Snape’s eyes glittering near her in the darkness.

‘How long have you been awake?’ she asked.

‘Not long, not long enough, I love watching you sleep. However--’ Snape snagged his clothes from the floor and got his wand out along with a tiny box. ‘Lumos.’ The candles in his room lit up.

‘Hmm. I’m cold.’ She huddled closer to him. He pulled up the duvet over them and intertwined his legs with her. ‘That’s so much better,’ she purred.

‘Was everything to your satisfaction?’ he asked innocently.

‘Hmmm.’ She sounded like the cat that got the cream.

‘Good. Then the marriage is still on?’

Hermione stared at him as he presented her with the small box. ‘Severus, what’s in the box?’

‘I had planned to ask you to marry me during dinner. This was part of it. It is what Muggles do, isn’t it?’ He handed her the box.

She opened it and took out the ring. It had a large diamond and several emeralds. She stared at him. ‘You weren’t joking?’

Looking down he answered, ‘No, why should I joke? I love you. It might seem a bit old fashioned by Muggle standards.’

Hermione hugged him. ‘No, not at all. I was just surprised.’

‘So you will marry me? Albus has invited us to the Yule Ball. If you don’t mind, we could announce it then. Unless you’d feel embarrassed--’

She stopped his mouth with a kiss. ‘Yes, I will marry you and yes, we will announce it. I love you and I’m proud of you. Of course, you might want to wait a year or two to tell my parents.’

‘I already asked your father for your hand in marriage.’

‘You what!!!’ Hermione forced herself to calm down. ‘All right, and what did he say?’

‘That you were of age and it was your choice. I think I have their blessing, he asked me to go bowling with him. Is that ten pins?’

Hermione stifled her urge to throttle him. ‘I think so. Let’s go eat.’

‘Excellent idea. The chilling spell on dinner should still be in effect. Sadly, we’ve missed the poetry reading.’

‘Bollocks to that.’ She kissed him long and hard. After a little while, ‘Do you think we could have dinner here in bed?’

‘As you wish. But I think an appetizer is in order.’ He spread her legs and headed down under.

It was a good thing that the chilling spell continued to hold for another few hours.

Finite

A/N: My sincere thanks to everyone who reviewed from Whispers (site is down right now or I’d list them) and my reviewers here at AFF.NET: GeekGirl and Red Writing Hood.

I know that this story isn’t canon Snape and my only defense is that I have written him as canon elsewhere. This was just a little something I wanted to write. I had a lot of fun doing it and I hope my readers enjoyed it as well.

Please do read and review.

Many thanks,
April Grey
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