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And They Didn\'t Live Happily Ever After	By : ElizabethStump Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 90306 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"And They Didn't Live Happily Ever After"

Chapter One Hundred Four
"Pensieve Pleasures"

Disclaimer: So I got to keep on disclaimin'.
I got to write on, oh, ho, ho.
I, I, I, I'm so tired,
But I just can't lose my stride.
I got fifteen disclaimers to go now,
And I can hear the lawyers calling my name.
It's not as if, as though, I'm stealing Rowling's oeuvre.
I'm gonna tell you till my meaning is plain.
Now I'll be so glad to wrap this up,
And start my own original fic, that's the plan.
Now, when I post my fanfic,
I disclaim all over, rip, and remember who owns this franchise.
I got to keep on disclaimin'.
I got to write on, oh, ho, ho.
I, I, I, I, I'm so tired, but I just can't lose my stride.
Read on, let me tell you, ya'll, I, I, I, I, I, I'm so tired,
But I just can't lose my stride .
Come on fic, don't fail me now.
I got ten more chapters to go.
I got nine, eight, seven, six, six, six...

A/N: Disclaimer a parody of the song “25 Miles” by Edwin Starr. Songwriters: BRISTOL, JOHNNY WILLIAM/STARR, EDWIN/FUQUA, HARVEY. Published by Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Severus woke up to something warm, furry, and rumbling attached to his face. Gently pushing the cat aside, he sat up to find his bed empty and the sun much higher in the morning sky than when he normally woke.

Glancing at the floor, he saw the corset still lying there as when it was tossed aside during their extended night of passion. Taking a second dose of the Sequoia potion within one day certainly explained why he had slept in.

"Katrina!" Hermione gently chastised the cat, who had finally been given a name by Severus. "I told you not to wake him. He had a long night."

Hermione came prancing in, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, with a tray floating behind her. There was fresh fruit, a croissant, and a freshly made pot of tea, all for one.

"We both had a long night, yet you're up and about looking chipper." Severus couldn't help but suddenly smirk to himself in memory of the night before. Even he couldn't believe he'd let Hermione bind him to the bed as part of her "therapy" by reversing the roles. What's more, he couldn't believe he'd enjoyed it, but it was merely the illusion that he had given up control. Just the sudden visual recollection of Hermione in her corset, riding him wantonly as her hair tossed about while he was unable to hold her, but knowing he could have her free him at any moment, made his cock stir.

"Breakfast in bed is served," she announced, a lingering twinkle in her eye.

Severus sat up and braced his back against the headboard. He let Hermione set the tray down with the guidance of her wand. "This is something new." He was feeling quite pampered.

"You sleeping in this late is new," Hermione pointed out.

She leaned over and gave him a soft, yet lingering, kiss before going around to the other side of the bed to climb in and keep him company as he ate. She kept Katrina from sticking her nose in Severus' breakfast by keeping her busy with a thorough two-handed scratching behind the ears.

Severus had the tea and milk pouring themselves into a cup with the use of his wand, while he was busy looking at the Owl Post that had arrived that morning. Opening it, he hummed to himself.

"Anything interesting?"

"Gary Fujitani, your new temporary Japanese tutor, wants to come over today to begin lessons. He wants to know what time he should arrive." Severus knew that Gary would have probably come over instead and knocked on his door or met him down at his shop, but given that Severus had company, Gary probably didn't want to bother him.

"Where's your owl? I could send a reply that eleven o'clock would be fine." Hermione began to get up until Severus stopped her.

"Don't bother owling. I usually keep the owl at the shop. And the custom here is to go over in person."

"That's not very efficient," Hermione noted.

"No, but personal interaction is more highly valued; it's part of the sense of community here. While sometimes a bit impracticable, it does allow for more face-to-face time. It's a small community; most of the island's inhabitants live in town within walking distance, and not every home here has a fireplace. Besides, the menehune are frightened of owls, so people keep the use of owls to a minimum as well, more out of politeness, formality, or official business." Severus ate a forkful of pineapple before washing it down with a sip of tea.

Hermione had read in the Muggle guide book on Hawaii about local folklore of the menehune – ancient little forest people who build great construction projects overnight, fitting lava rocks and stones together seamlessly to build fish dams, aqueducts, irrigation channels, and temples. However, should the menehune be discovered, they abandon their project, forever leaving it unfinished.

There was a lot about life in Malu Palekaiko Hermione still had to learn about. She was still getting used to taking her shoes off when entering a house, a custom Severus had already picked up. It was strange to watch him pad about the house barefoot most of the time, so different from seeing him in black wool trousers, long-sleeved shirts, and boots. She did notice he had proper footwear when he was brewing, though; no open-toed sandals when he was in the Potions lab.

"Speaking of face-to-face, that reminds me of something I wanted to talk with you about," Hermione said, prompted by Severus' use of the phrase. She had wanted to speak to him last night about it, but they got carried away dealing with other matters. "Do you remember that mirror Harry once had that was a gift from Sirius? The mirror that had a twin in which you could see the other person's face and converse over distance?"

"You mean the two-way mirror that if Potter had bothered to use, Sirius Black might still be alive this day?" Severus bit out unkindly.

Hermione winced from Severus' acerbic tone, recalling the guilt Harry had gone through, thinking the exact same thing as Severus had clearly stated. She was not about to defend Harry, nor was she going to dwell on that part of their past either. Instead, she kept the conversation focused on the present. "Well, I was thinking, since Jerry is quite talented at Charms, as you say he is, perhaps he can help us create a set of two-way mirrors with which we could continue to see each other and talk a bit every day, instead of these long months apart. And though I might be here in as early as maybe nine or ten months, I really did miss talking with you terribly after you left. Once I do move here, it will be much more practical to stay in contact with Lavender back in London instead of albatross or Portkeys."

Severus mulled it over and wished he had thought of that himself. It was something that would certainly allow him to keep in contact with Hermione and see her, though not in person, every day. He had missed talking with her just as much, and having her around made him the happiest he had been in a long time.

"Perhaps we should visit Jerry before we visit Gary to see if he is capable of such a thing. As much as I am loathe to admit it, Black and Potter were quite talented wizards, and it is a rather ingenious device," Severus reluctantly confessed. "Then if you can continue your lessons with Gary via our mirrors, a long-term tutoring plan can be arranged."

Severus finished up his breakfast quickly and got ready for the day. Upon entering the kitchen, he saw what had kept Hermione busy while he slept in. She had her books on tropical flora out, and a few from his library. Also, she had been working on her scrolls for Albert, no doubt scribbling what information she had gleaned from working in the garden yesterday. Seeing that Severus was ready, she put her work away, and they headed out into the late morning together.

Now strolling, instead of rushing because they were late like the day before, Hermione could look about and admire the lushness of the island. Ferns, ti plants, orchids, and palm trees decorated people's front yards, which were accented with hedges of different gingers, sugar cane, various bamboos, and hibiscus in a rainbow of colors.

They walked together, with Hermione's arm tucked into Severus', towards the edge of town to an area where the jungle was less tamed. Turning off the main road they walked single-file along a path that was slightly overgrown, and where they had to duck their heads under the fronds of a tree fern, until they rounded a turn in the gravel path dotted with pink and red anthuriums growing wild. Then they came upon a multi-storied treehouse about fifteen to twenty feet up in the air, built atop some long pieces of lumber and around a few trees. Had Arthur and Molly built The Burrow as a tropical treehouse, it would have looked very similar to the house Hermione now stood nearly under, since it seemed there was not a right angle or plumb line in the entire structure.

They climbed a long flight of stairs that led up to the front door.

Severus knocked on the front door, and the two were greeted by a very bleary-eyed Jerry, who had a blue-and-white Japanese men's cotton kimono tied only half-closed. Hermione could see his black T-shirt and paisley boxers on underneath.

"Jeez, I thought you guys would still be busy playing 'hide the Beater's bat' this morning," Jerry drawled sleepily, his New York accent sounding rather pronounced that morning.

Severus was about to do something about the rudeness of Jerry's crude sexual innuendo as he began to go for his wand, but Hermione minutely shook her head, indicating to let it go. If she was offended enough by some remark Jerry made, she was fully capable of letting Jerry know of her displeasure. Besides, a wizard like Jerry who loved a pissing and vomiting Santa figurine was bound to make some uncouth comment about their sex life.

Scratching at his grizzled chin, Jerry stepped away from the doorjamb and waved them in. "Since you're here, might as well come in. Sorry about the mess; I had a party here after dinner last night."

Jerry ambled off towards the bathroom while Severus and Hermione walked carefully. They wanted to avoid the many bottles and drained cups, most of them empty of alcohol, strewn about the floor. When they found their way to the couch, Severus swept his wand across the couch to simultaneously dust and clear it of food crumbs before he and Hermione sat down.

Emerging from the bathroom, Jerry was now in a pair of shorts and a clean white T-shirt featuring a photo of four sullen-looking men with the word "Ramones" in a hastily scrawled font above it, Severus' co-worker staggered to his living room, tipping a vial of hangover relief potion down his gullet.

"Ah, better," he said as he chucked the empty vial over his shoulder, then cast his wand about, making the falling vial and all the empty and partially empty bottles and cups around the place disappear. The room was now clean and presentable, even with the Santa standing over in the corner. At least the over-sized novelty figurine's drawers were currently in the up position, though to Hermione's shock, two "nude" gingerbread cookies were still busy rutting away on the cookie tray, making the platter softly buzzle and rattle. She hoped Severus wouldn't notice, because she had not told him about her idea of a confectionery sex show featuring stripping gingerbread people – an idea that the twins seemed to have included in their present to her.

"What brings you over to Chez Jerry's at the ungodly hour of ten in the morning? Hey, aren't you supposed to be observing that British Boxing Day thing? Rest, sleep in, let the servants and house-elves have a day off? All that stuff?"

"We're here because Severus tells me you are quite talented at Charms. He told me about the dancing tables and chairs you charmed during your impromptu interview. And I was wondering if your talent in Charms was extensive enough to help us with a commission," Hermione began, sounding very business-like.

Jerry sat there yawning as Hermione started to explain her proposal, but he stopped her. "Sorry, I'm no damn good before my coffee." He flicked his wand, and a tray and hat rack walked out from the kitchen. A full coffee service for three was set upon the tray. "Coffee?" the host offered.

"Yes, thank you," Hermione accepted. Severus nodded as well.

The hat rack played butler and served coffee to all the guests and its master before walking off to stand in the corner.

"So what is it you think that I can do you for? Considering Severus is no slouch when it comes to Charms, I'm surprised you're here to see me." Jerry sipped his coffee and set his cup to hover in mid-air next to the armchair he was currently slouched in, as he didn't have an end table nearby.

Hermione explained the two-way mirror concept to Jerry, who kept nodding along as he periodically sipped his coffee.

"And this Black guy made a two-way mirror when he was what? Fourteen or fifteen? Man, I'd like to meet him someday," Jerry said with admiration.

"Unfortunately, he passed away," Hermione informed him.

"Not that unfortunate," Severus grumbled under his breath.

Jerry decided not to delve into whatever bug Severus had up his ass in regards to Sirius and merely replied, "Yeah, that's simple enough. Well, if you've had advanced training in Charms, it's simple enough." Jerry started to lean forward as if he was going to stand up then stopped. "But you could have gotten around this the Muggle way with a web camera on a computer with a bit of face chat time." He looked at the blank faces on them both. "You guys do know what a computer is, right?"

Hermione sat up a bit straighter and said, "I am Muggle-born. My parents do have a computer, and I do know what the Internet is. I've been on it a few times."

Jerry smirked. "Yeah, but do you have an email account, and could you get lover boy here on a computer too?"

Severus, not taking kindly to being referred to as "lover boy," knew about computers and even had a basic understanding about the Internet, as Hermione had explained it. He reminded Jerry why computers were not an alternative option. "You forget we have no electricity on Malu Palekaiko, and until some months ago, I could not go to the nearest available public-use computer over in Hilo, where they take the children to introduce them to computers during Muggle camp at the Hilo public library. Besides, there would also be a complete lack of privacy in a public library, which is why it is 'public.'"

Jerry looked a bit sheepish and said, "Yeah, there is that. I still have one foot in the Muggle world, and while I will be the first one to use magic when it is convenient, I also tend to think of Muggle solutions, too."

Hermione sighed, understanding his position. "Yes, my Aunt Christine, who is a Muggle, does marketing, advertising, and sales for Lavender, my boss. My aunt wishes we would find a magical equivalent of email instead of dealing with owls, since she and my Uncle Tim are not fond of cleaning up the owl pellets in the backyard."

"Yeah, computers work fine, until someone magical gets upset, then the circuits and motherboard get fried," Jerry remembered. "Had to pay fifteen hundred bucks out of my own pocket to replace my brother's computer I toasted, plus there were all those files he lost." Jerry laughed to himself, then stopped and frowned. "Yeah, maybe staying away from computers is the best."

Jerry agreed to make the two-way mirrors. When Severus and Hermione offered to pay him for his trouble, he refused payment. "Listen, if it wasn't for the opportunity to work at your shop as a tutor, Severus, I might have gone back to Arnold, and all that other stuff we won't go into. This job gave me a way out and a way to move out."

Hermione and Severus sat on the couch for the next ten minutes while Jerry rifled through dozens of books until he found the right one.

For testing, Jerry took a small hand-mirror and cut it in two. There were a few incantations and complicated wand movements. When he was done, he handed the two pieces of charmed glass to the pair for testing.

Severus went outside while Hermione went to the upper tier of Jerry's house, to prevent any accidental bleed-over of sound. The visuals and sound came through perfectly clear.

As they shook Jerry's hand, the Charms tutor said, "When you finally get the two mirrors you want me to charm, just let me know and I'll come over to your place. No point in schlepping them all the way here and back."

Hermione was smiling to herself as they walked on towards Gary and Iolana's house.

"You look very pleased with yourself," Severus noticed.

Shrugging, Hermione was indeed pleased with herself, but she was smiling thinking about how instead of masturbating and trying to imagine Severus was watching her, he actually could watch her now with the charmed mirrors. Masturbation, home alone back in London, was about to get a whole lot less boring and lonely.

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Gary was thrilled to teach Hermione Japanese. He had taught his own children, but they had grown up and moved away years ago, and it was too far for him to Portkey all the way to Seattle, Washington, to teach his grandchildren on a weekly basis. He had tutored a few others around the island, but opportunities were few and far between for those who were serious enough to become proficient in the language.

Upon finding out about Hermione and Severus' two-way mirrors, Gary was even more excited to help teach Hermione long-term. Severus, who had been taking lessons from Arnold until Jerry started working for Severus, asked Gary to help him continue his learning of the language, since he and Arnold were currently not on good terms.

"How much would you charge for daily tutoring?" Hermione asked.

Gary waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it."

"At least I should pay you then," Severus insisted.

Gary sat back in his chair and gave a light chuckle. "Listen, Severus, before you got here, we only had Arnold and Ranjit for Potions masters. I'd teach you just for thanks for being someone I can ask to brew commissions for me without giving me the stink-eye or opening his big fat trap."

Severus had brewed quite a lot of Sequoia potion for Gary, much to the delight and thanks of his wife, too.

Looking at Hermione, Gary added, "And the sooner you finish your Japanese language requirements, the sooner you get here. That means the sooner business will be up and running, and tax dollars will be coming in. We're hoping with the tax revenue Lovely Lavender will bring in, the town council members can give themselves a pay raise for the first time in nearly eight years. And with the additional taxes we are hoping to come in, we are planning on sprucing up the downtown with a few nice benches, better tiki-torch street lighting, maybe a wizard-Muggle chess corner in the park, but mostly money for the new school. So the sooner you're here, the sooner the money comes rolling in."

Severus had a vague idea how much town council members were paid, as Mounga had encouraged Severus to run for the town council. There was hardly any pay in it, and all the council members, except for Gary who was retired, had to have other jobs as their main source of income. Severus figured his time was better spent working on other endeavors. He was ambitious, but ambition didn't mean you had to work for a pittance; there was little pay for what little power he could attain through a seat on the town council.

Since Hermione and Severus would be long-term students of Gary's, it was decided that lessons would begin tomorrow morning at nine, at Severus' house. Gary gave them a list of primer books to pick up at the local bookstore.

At Paige Spien's Bookstore, the pair spent so much time browsing and shopping, they were almost late for supper over at the Malfoys'.

Arriving at their friends' home, with their bags of books in hand, Draco laughed at the pair standing on his front porch.

"It figures you two would go to the bookstore together first chance you had." Draco ushered them inside.

"Given we both have our first Japanese lessons with Gary tomorrow at nine o'clock, it was best to shop now while they were still open. I just wish Flourish and Blotts had after-Christmas sales like Paige Spien's," Hermione said with a huff as she set her bags of books by the door and slipped out of her shoes to go barefoot like her hosts and Severus.

Ginny waddled into the living room, greeting Hermione and Severus.

Hermione realized she was now living this other life she had thought so strange a year and a half ago, yet Ginny and she had both longed for it. Her and Severus having weekly Sunday suppers with Draco and Ginny. While it was surreal the first time they all dined together back in Severus' flat, it now seemed a comfortable and natural situation to find herself in. And while Harry and Ron used to run off and abandon Hermione and Ginny to talk Quidditch, Severus and Draco made no such move to segregate themselves from the company of their witches. This was the life that Hermione had dreamed of for months: A slice of normal domesticity in which she could see herself happy, instead of muddling through frustrated and disappointed, feeling like she had settled for less in life.

"Draco was quite busy this morning with the news that we have three babies on the way instead of one now," Ginny began the conversation.

"Why? What were you so busy doing?" Hermione asked out of curiosity.

"I finished the baby's quilt a month ago, but now that there will be three, I had to start working on two more if they are to be done in time," Draco replied.

"You're making the babies' quilts?" Hermione asked, not thinking Draco to be the witches sewing circle type.

"Oh yes, didn't Severus tell you? Draco won first place at the Pele Festival craft competition for novice division in Hawaiian quilting," Ginny beamed with pride.

Hermione couldn't help herself, she turned to Draco and dryly remarked, "Cooking and sewing? You'll make a wonderful housewitch for some wizard some day."

There was a moment of silence, and Hermione wondered if she had gone too far or if her joke had fallen flat, until Severus and Ginny simultaneously gave a sudden laugh each.

Draco gave a short laugh at himself before saying, "Well, they encourage everyone who moves here to pick up one of the Hawaiian cultural traditions. Severus is studying the language, and Ginny is learning hula. While I have an ear, I didn't feel like learning an instrument, and I'm not dancing bare-chested in a ti leaf skirt in front of thousands at the Pele festival. So I chose this instead, which I can do quietly in the evenings."

Hermione asked to see the blanket, and praised the fine workmanship and the quartered design of the flying Golden Snitches. "What charm did you use for the thread work?"

"No charms. Hawaiian quilting is done by hand, no magic."

"No magic? But why?" Hermione asked.

Draco took the blanket back from Hermione, folding it carefully. "Because it was a craft brought over by Muggle missionaries, and because the witches and wizards thought that to learn it without the use of magic was a way to teach patience and understanding so they could better understand those who were born without magic. But even though the Statute of Secrecy forced the split of the Muggle and magical Hawaiian communities apart, they still kept the tradition of sewing by hand."

"Well, it's simply lovely. You did a beautiful job."

Draco smiled and nodded his head, accepting her compliment.

For supper, Draco grilled a whole opakapaka (a local crimson snapper) on the grill in the backyard. Ginny made the salad and side dishes.

Sitting out on the back patio under the shade of an African Tulip Tree, a cool chilled drink in her hand and wonderful food shared among friends, the conversation flowed easily. Hermione couldn't believe that the sun was getting close to setting; time had flown as everyone enjoyed the long afternoon together.

As Hermione and Severus slipped on their shoes and picked up their bags of books to carry home, Hermione told Draco she would be over by ten-thirty, after her Japanese lesson, in order to go over construction plans and survey the site. Ginny and Hermione also made plans to have lunch together in Honolulu later that week, in addition to a bit of shopping.

The sun was low in the sky as Hermione and Severus finished putting their books away in the library.

"So how much space do you think you'll need with your current library?" Severus asked, wondering if he'd planned enough shelving for their combined collections.

"Oh, I'll take up less than half of available shelving once all my books are here." Hermione ran a finger lovingly along some of Severus' books, remembering reading certain ones by the fire in his flat while snuggled next to Severus as he read his own book. "I'm still full. How about we go read on the front porch and enjoy the sunset?"

Severus had been thinking the exact same thing, and he felt contented that they were so well suited with one another. He grabbed a book he was in the middle of that was marked with a silk ribbon, while Hermione grabbed one of her newly purchased books on native Hawaiian birds and their magical uses.

Rarely had Severus ever laid in the hammock on his front porch by himself. With the two of them on the hammock together, head to foot, reading by the late afternoon light, their skin caressed by the tropical breeze that came up from the ocean, Severus could barely keep his eyes on the page in front of him. There was Hermione, book in hand, an arm crooked behind her head to support it as she read, one leg hanging over the edge of the hammock, the descending sun making her hair shimmer with golden highlights.

This was the vision he'd had of her back in London, a sight that now made him feel at peace with himself. These past three days had been the happiest of his life. There was little more Severus could think of that could make his life more complete than what he had at that moment. He had a life and career of his own choosing, the respect and admiration of friends and the community, and a beautiful witch he knew would someday marry him and bear his children, binding them together.

He was so lost in his self-reflection, he didn't notice that Hermione had caught him staring at her in an odd way and had set her book down.

"Severus? Are you all right?"

Shaking himself from his reverie, he admitted freely, "Yes, everything is perfect."

Hermione turned around in the hammock to cuddle up next to Severus. She noticed that the sky was darkening and probably close to the horizon, the sun having finally disappeared behind the trees and mountainside.

"Are the sunsets always so vivid here?" Hermione asked.

They couldn't see the sun setting over the ocean, but trails of scarlet and vividly orange clouds that streaked the sky could still be seen from the front porch.

"Quite often." Severus suddenly had an idea. "The view of the sunsets is spectacular from my farm on the west side of the island. We should have a picnic and watch the sunset from there. I can also show you where I grow my Mediterranean plants in the rain shadow of the volcano. You can also see some of the lava fields from recent flows nearby and the ferns, ohelo shrubs, and the ohia lehua trees growing in the lava cracks, the beginning of reforestation."

Hermione intertwined her fingers with Severus. "In the Muggle tour books, they tell the tale of the ohia tree and lehua blossoms."

"How close do the Muggles get this story correct versus the way I was told by the natives here?" Severus prompted her.

"Let's see," Hermione began, her eyes glancing upwards as she began to recall the tale. "Pele fancied Ohia, a handsome young Hawaiian man, and she asked him to marry her. But Ohia was already in love and promised to Lehua."

Severus hummed in agreement, encouraging her to go on.

"Pele, furious she had been rejected and out of jealousy, turned Ohia into an ugly tree. The gods, unable to undo Pele's curse, took pity on Lehua and turned her into a blossom on the Ohia tree so that the lovers will never be parted. And local legend says if you pluck a Lehua flower, you are separating the lovers, and it will rain that day."

Severus put his arm around Hermione, and she snuggled closer. The context of the story was too close to the truth that at the end of the week, they too would be parted and there would be tears falling like rain.

As if sensing their sudden melancholy mood, a cluster of dark storm clouds appeared on the eastern horizon, a sign that it would surely rain tonight.

Stroking her jaw with the side of his finger, Severus felt his heart ache knowing that this happiness he had been reveling in for these past three days would come to an end. They would be parted. The last time they parted, even he had cried at the loss of his love.

Hermione tilted her face up to look at Severus. His eyes looked larger than normal, shining with what looked like unshed tears in the fading light. Her heart went out to him, knowing that he was thinking of how they were to be separated once more. Overwhelmed with her love for Severus, she craned her neck up and captured Severus' mouth in a kiss.

At first it started off soft, a soothing caress to assure him she felt the same way, but then it grew more urgent. Their kisses became more possessive, familiar with the same feeling they had in those last few weeks before Severus fled, knowing they would soon be apart from one another.

Severus' hand snaked up under Hermione's top, cupping her breast. She arched her back, pressing into his hungry touch. She tilted her head back, allowing Severus to trail a mixture of kisses and nips along her neck while her hand began undoing the button and zipper of his shorts.

Suddenly, they stopped when they heard two people talking along the road in front of the house. Severus had left enough dense vegetation along the front property line, but one might have been able to spy the amorous couple in the hammock when passing by the front gate.

Remembering that the front porch wasn't entirely private, they quickly moved their activities into the house, shedding clothing in a trail from the front door to the bedroom upstairs.

As Severus was spooned up behind her he slowly thrust into her, his arm clasped around her waist to hold her in place. His hand stroked her, as he moaned, "If I could change the stars and turn the world inside out to keep you here with me, I would."

"I know," Hermione sighed, arching her back to allow Severus to go deeper. "But it will be a shorter time apart, my love, I promise. And we'll have the mirrors," she reminded him.

He tilted his head forward and gently bit her shoulder, a subconscious sign of his desire to possess and mark her as his own. "You can't make love to a mirror."

Hermione pulled away from Severus momentarily as she changed position. Pushing him onto his back to mount him, she slowly rolled her hips back and forth as she sat up, letting Severus watch her above him, his hands stroking her thighs and caressing her hips as her breasts jiggled and swayed. "No, but you like to watch me touch myself. And while it won't be you, I do have those toys the twins gave me." She smirked openly at Severus before biting her lower lip to add a sense of false coyness to her suggestion.

Severus grabbed her hips and spread her a little wider as he drove himself up into Hermione, lifting his hips of off the bed with a few quick, pistoning thrusts. "Yes, I heard about you and your Pensieve trips. You like to watch as well."

"When I have something as beautiful as you to watch, how could I not?" Hermione leaned forward and kissed Severus as his hands reached up and grabbed her breasts firmly. He tweaked her nipples enough to make her gasp momentarily, knowing he had pushed her to the edge of pleasure and pain. She tore her mouth away from his to gasp harshly and concentrate on the sensation of what his hands were doing to her breasts.

"Do you want to finish your 'therapy' and watch something else?" Severus suggested.

The night before they had made great progress with Hermione and her corset. She even let Severus momentarily bind her to the bed, after he had let her bind him down first. It was a dual exercise in trust and conquering her fears. She had mentioned her inability to find arousal from the memory in which he had bound her back in his flat, but now that her fears had been mostly broken down – so it seemed – this was a way to address some of her lingering trauma in a non-threatening situation.

Hermione stopped riding Severus and stroked his hair lovingly away from his face. Severus had suggested something she found far more compelling than any remaining fear she had over watching herself in a memory bound and tied. She had longed to be with Severus in a Pensieve, watching each other in an intimate moment. While she had not openly told him of her secret desire, it was as if he had read her mind.

"Yes, I want to watch something else," she breathed heavily, even more turned on by the thought of it alone. "Oh, yes," she added once more heartily, letting Severus know just how much she was willing.

"Do you want to wear the corset?" Severus asked, wondering if the undergarment would help her with her "treatment."

"Why not. We can always remove it later on... as needed." Her implication of the last phrase was that it was hard to breathe when one was rigorously fucking and trying to get enough oxygen in the process.

Severus helped her with the garment, cooing the soothing words to her he said the night before that helped her deal with the sensation of the corset constricting around her rib cage. "These are my arms about you, keeping you safe. This silk is me, holding you close. The tighter I cinch, the tighter I am embracing you." He pulled the laces by hand, caressing her shoulders and kissing the nape of her neck with each round of tightening until it was snug yet still comfortable for Hermione.

"I'm ready," she sighed with anticipation.

They walked to the Potions lab, Severus completely nude, carrying only his wand, and Hermione in nothing but her corset, her wand tucked down the front of it. Severus lifted the silver dome over the Pensieve.

Hermione closed her eyes and recalled the memory that no longer seemed to frighten her as much. Slipping the silvery threads into the basin, they watched as the swirling waters carried the memory on an unseen current.

The lovers held hands as they both leaned forward, allowing themselves to be pulled into her memory together.

They found themselves back in the flat in London, when it was still Severus'. His armoire was there, along with the rest of the furniture he’d left that had come with the flat.

The scene began with the memory version of the lovers bursting through the kitchen door.

Severus was running after Hermione. He was supposed to be a threat to Hermione in this little game, but the periodic knowing smile that graced Hermione's lips as she escaped his clutches once more by ducking sideways belied the true nature of the chase. Her torn nightgown hung precariously from one shoulder, her breasts periodically visible through the large tear in the fabric as she swayed back and forth, attempting to fake out her pursuer.

The real version of Severus, who watched this memory unfold, slid up behind Hermione and wrapped an arm around her waist, while the other toyed with a tendril of hair, stroking her neck and shoulder in the process.

Hermione leaned against Severus, resting her head back against his shoulder as they watched together.

"You never told me what the inspiration behind this fantasy of yours was," Severus murmured in a low and seductive voice into her ear. His hand slipped from her waist, gliding along the silk and lace to rest between her legs, cupping her mons.

Feeling a bit heady in the intoxication of fulfilling a fantasy and Severus' languid touch between her legs, Hermione felt any hesitation or shyness melt away. "That time I caught sight of Ginny and Draco, I saw him restrain her. And... and..."

It was hard for Hermione to continue as Severus' finger was stroking her clit in such a way that it was making it hard not only to think, but to talk coherently while watching the scene before her.

Hermione gasped harshly in mock fright as Severus finally caught her and roughly threw her on the bed, ripping at her nightgown, tearing it away completely. Her captor laughed menacingly in a way that sent a visible thrill through her.

The real Severus felt Hermione shudder in his grasp, thrilled at reliving the vision of the scene as when it originally happened. "Tell me what you were thinking at that moment. You're pretending to fight me off, but not that hard. Why?" he asked sweetly.

"That I wanted you so badly. I wanted you to take me roughly, like an animal," Hermione admitted with a plaintive sigh as she rolled her hips into Severus' touch, increasing the friction of his hand between her legs.

"But why fight me? Why not just sweetly beg? Why the pretense of a chase and refusal to submit to me?" Severus prodded with his line of questioning.

Severus had flipped Hermione over onto her stomach as if she weighed nothing. Then he yanked her up roughly up onto her feet, but in a way so as not to hurt or pull her arms out of joint.

Still, the memory version of Hermione struggled against him, pleading in tones that were not very believable. "Please, let me go. Don't hurt me." They had already pre-arranged safe words to use.

"Hurting you is the last thing you'll think I'm doing to you when I'm done," Severus promised, a leer plainly written on his face as his eyes raked over the nude form of his prey. He quickly latched the metal chains around her wrists and ankles by hand; Hermione reduced her efforts to resist, in order to allow him to restrain her more easily.

This was how the lovers got around the restrictions of the Death Eater Decree that still allowed Severus to bind Hermione. She had placed the chains there beforehand with her own wand.

Hermione, watching herself chained up, felt her breath become more rapid, but it was not fear that caused her breath to become short. She was beginning to remember more aspects about this fantasy with Severus by her side she had pushed out of her mind.

She reached down and found Severus' length was hot and hard, and it twitched in her hand as she firmly grasped it, her hand slowly stroking him.

Severus felt his own breath hitch briefly as Hermione clamped her hand around his cock with a firm grip. "Why?" he breathed into her ear as his hand slipped further between her legs and his fingers began toying with her entrance. "Why pretend to not want me when clearly you do?"

Severus began toying with Hermione's body, gently stroking her skin in a way that made her body shake and shiver. The captive struggled against her chains, but it was more for show than any desire to escape, adding to the false narrative. Pleas for him to stop came feebly from her lips.

"Because I wanted to lose control completely," Hermione admitted.

"But you were always in control," Severus reminded her. "Look at me," he told her, directing her to continue watching their memory selves.

Severus was hastily pulling off his clothes. "I don't think your begging is very convincing. Beg harder for my mercy," he sneered, but the curl of his lip quickly faded and was replaced with a look of unadulterated lust. His mouth hung open, visibly panting as his hand stroked Hermione's body much more tenderly than from anyone who wanted to do her harm.

"Please," Hermione wailed more piteously, fighting against her chains more earnestly.

Severus grabbed her roughly from behind, embracing her. One arm wrapped tightly about her waist, the other grabbed at her breast greedily.

Hermione threw her head back. Her hips bucked backwards, grinding up against the erection Severus was pressing into her hip.

"Please," she begged once more, her voice becoming near hysterical. "Release me."

Severus moved behind Hermione and placed his cock between her thighs, grazing between her cheeks. "But you didn't want to be released."

"No," Hermione replied as she moved her hips to rub against Severus' cock, her hips making small movements to tease the head around her entrance. "Not that kind of release."

"See how I am fighting with myself from not taking you right there and then? I'm waiting for you to give me permission to proceed." Severus felt the tip of his cock catching on the edge, almost slipping into Hermione only to slide past and almost stroke her clitoris from behind. "You're in control. Why the illusion?"

"Please," Hermione wailed once more as Severus' hand slipped between her legs and began to stroke her clit.

"Please what?" Severus growled in response, his head bent forward resting on her shoulder as his other hand stroked her more tenderly, caressing her hip and softly cupping her breasts as his finger worked faster between her legs.

"The illusion of complete surrender," Hermione finally admitted, all of it coming out as if a dam were breaking. "To be seduced, to be so willing to be taken by you, to give complete control over to you that I would do anything you would ask. To be your slave if you asked, trusting you so fully I would do anything and everything you asked of me, wanting to please you in an act of submission I didn't think myself capable of."

"Please, take me. I beg you, have mercy and take me please!"

Simultaneously, the memory of Severus and the real Severus entered their respective Hermiones, who each cried out in their own ways.

Hermione shrieked with release, fighting against her chains if only for the fact she wanted to clasp her arms about her welcomed attacker and hold him fast to her as his hips pumped furiously into her. His own screams and grunts were telling that he was also equally lost within the rapture of the game they played.

"Oh God, Severus. Take me any way you want. I'm completely yours!" Hermione wailed. Her eyes were shut tight, as she was unable to keep her eyes open any longer as she pushed back against each of Severus' thrusts. He came close to knocking her forward and nearly off balance, if it weren't for the fact he had a death grip on her hips as he slammed into her.

Severus was close to orgasming, but he valiantly held back. Roughly grabbing her about her torso to pin her back against her chest, he asked in a harsh whisper into her ear, "Any way?" To make his point, his finger slipped between her cheeks and pressed against her anus.

"Yes," she said, arching her back to let Severus slip a finger inside of her, knowing full well what he meant.

They didn't need to remain in the Pensieve until the end of the memory. With a swish of Hermione's wand, then found themselves back in the Potions laboratory.

Kissing each other, their hands grasping and clutching at each other, Severus moved Hermione backwards until her back pressed up against the edge of a workbench.

His arm shot out and grabbed the bottle of safflower oil she had pointed out the other day. Quickly flipping the cap off, not caring that it landed on the floor and rolled away to rest beneath another workbench, he sloppily poured a handful of the oil into his cupped palm. His body kept Hermione pinned in place against the work bench as she feverishly kissed at his shoulder, chest, upper arm, and neck.

She squealed momentarily as Severus began urgently rubbing the oil all over his cock that was currently pressed along Hermione's stomach. The oil dripped down both their bodies, running down their legs as Severus grabbed Hermione by the hip and encouraged her to turn around.

Hermione, now facing the bench, bent forward, enjoying the shock of the cool wood against her skin.

Severus, presented with her backside, slowly began rubbing oil all over her hips, making a circular pattern with his hand before pouring a small measure into his hand. Then he started tenderly applying the oil to her other entrance. Severus generously coated his finger in oil before inserting it, making sure there was plenty of lubrication in Hermione when he finally entered her.

"So you want me?" Severus asked, wanting Hermione to be sure she really wanted this, given her aversion to the act in the past.

"Yes, Severus. Take me. I want you to finally have all of me," Hermione sighed as she pressed her check against the bench top.

"Stroke yourself," Severus suggested as he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, which was clinched tight and was unyielding. "Relax," he cooed.

"Then I should get rid of this," Hermione suggested as she stood back up and unhooked the front of her corset, now temporarily stained with oil.

Hermione's and Severus' wands, which had been stowed in her cleavage, stuck against her sweaty skin. Severus set his aside, but Hermione held out her wand and said, "Accio Junior Assistant."

A small dildo flew out of Hermione's trunk, sailed through the house, and landed in Hermione's outstretched hand. Smiling, she said, "This will help me relax."

Using a familiar charm, Hermione set the dildo to vibrate while simultaneously rubbing up against her clit in a familiar mode she often used when masturbating.

Bent over once more, her arse presented to Severus and the beginning of tingling threads in her abdomen beginning to bloom, Hermione announced, "I'm ready for you."

Severus could tell Hermione was much more relaxed as the magical dildo vibrated and stroked her clit. As he held himself with one hand, he concentrated on entering Hermione slowly. She had taken one or two of his fingers, but nothing of this girth before. As he pushed his head into her, he heard her breath momentarily hitch. He could tell from her grunts it was a little uncomfortable, but also she was feeling pleasure. Her vocalizations encouraged him to go a little more, a little more, a little more...

Finally, Severus' head was inside of her, past the tight sphincter, and she gasped from the sensation of the intrusion of him in a place he had never been before.

Hermione could feel him inside of her. It was quite different. She breathed to get through the stretching of his head as he entered her, but now that he was inside of her, with her tight ring snug around his shaft, she wanted him to start moving in and out of her.

She pushed back against him, having his length go deeper into her, and sighed, "Yes, oh yes."

Severus started slowly, adding a little more oil to make sure she was properly lubricated.

It was all Severus could do not to come right there and then. Hermione was tight, unbelievable tight. In appreciation of the trust she gave to finally let him have her this way, he softly sighed, "I love you, Hermione."

Quite uncharacteristically, Hermione said as sweetly as the moment allowed, "Shut up and fuck me, Severus, before I get too sore to enjoy this much longer."

Severus began thrusting into Hermione with ever increasing speed, which was met with ever increasing screams of pleasure from Hermione.

The application of the magical dildo augmented the pleasure Hermione was feeling from this strange sensation of Severus in her arse. She was reluctant to believe Severus when he said it was yet another erogenous zone, but in the heat of the moment, she had to agree it was quite incredible. It was different, but in a good way, though she was quickly becoming a bit tender. Hearing Severus panting and groaning so sweetly, Hermione felt herself reach orgasm, helped by the stimulation of her clit.

Feeling Hermione clench and tighten around him as she came, Severus let himself go and pumped himself into her with abandon, unable to hold back any longer.

A strangled cry came from Severus, feeling as if he was cumming all the way up from his toes. He shuddered and nearly collapsed.

She felt Severus' cock pulse with each spurt as he emptied himself into her. She was quite tender now and felt every twitch and throb of his cock in her.

As Severus very slowly pulled himself from her, she made small mewling noises indicating she was quite sore. The jar of soothing salve was still on the bench top within arm's reach from the last time. He reached for it and very tenderly applied a little to her anus, kissing her oily back in gratitude.

"Thank you," he said. There was no need for him to say it, but he said it anyway. Hermione had told him about her fear of pain, given her one previous attempt at anal sex with Ron years ago, and for the fact she had trusted him enough to let him try, he was grateful.

"Thank you for making it pleasurable," Hermione said, though it was a bit uncomfortable towards the end. "I was afraid I wasn't going to enjoy it."

Both slick with oil along their stomachs, loins and legs, they padded on the balls of their feet through the house to the nearest bathroom, which was one of the other bathrooms downstairs next to a guest bedroom. Fortunately, Severus had it stocked with the basics, as Draco had stayed overnight as a guest once. While still a very nice bathroom, it wasn't quite as luxurious at the master bath.

They took a lengthy shower, as there were lots of places they had to soap to completely clean the oil off. And some of it got in Hermione's and Severus' hair, which required a washing as well. They canoodled about in the shower, kissing, and Hermione giving her honest feedback about anal sex.

"While I wouldn't want to do that all the time, once in a while would not be amiss," she admitted, knowing that with more frequent activity, Severus' size would not bother her as much.

As Severus was rinsing his hair, Hermione suddenly asked, "Severus?"

"Hmm?" Wiping the water from his eyes, he answered, "Yes?"

Hermione began soaping a spot on his thigh that still had some oil clinging to it. "Remember your suggestion about using Polyjuice Potion?"

"I hope you're not suggesting we do that tonight, because between the extra exertion and recovery from Polyjuice Potion, neither of us will be awake in time for Gary's Japanese lesson tomorrow morning," he reminded her.

"No, of course another night, but I was wondering about something. Now that I've had the pleasure of trying anal sex, when you are Polyjuiced as me, would you like to try that as well?" she asked as her soapy hand slid up the back of his thigh and caressed his buttocks.

Severus glanced at her over his shoulder, a smile curled at one corner, but not answering, since he had not contemplated it.

"Or," she breathed quite huskily, "I could transform into you first." Her soapy hand slipped between his cheeks and pressed against his anus this time. "And I could give you a proper prostate massage."

Given what it took for Hermione to be completely lost in lustful abandon for her to finally let him fuck her up the arse, it was a rather quick and sexually assertive leap to suggest she fuck him up the arse now as well with his own cock. Severus had now thoroughly stripped her of her sexual timidity for her to suggest such a thing as she began soaping his arse and pressing a finger against his own entrance.

"Why don't we take it slow the first time. We can see where the evening leads us, and we can see how comfortable we are in our new positions," Severus said, pleased at his own inadvertent pun before positioning himself for Hermione's attentions.

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A/N: Thank you to my ever glorious betas, JuneW and Hope. I cannot thank them enough.

You can further read about the menehune (pronounced "meh-neh-HOO-nay") here: http://www.mythicalrealm.com/creatures/menehune.html

If you would like to see the inspiration behind Jerry's House, check out the video I made when I stayed at Skye Treehouse in Volcano, HI. It was so unique I had to incorporate into the story somehow, when I was still working on this story. You can view the video here: https://youtu.be/knXtL39NEVU

You can visit Skye Treehouse website's here: http://www.volcanotreehouse.net/
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