The legacy of the Diary
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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30
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9,406
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Quidditch
Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan
Chapter 12 - Quidditch
Hermione returned to her room. The whole evening had been a disaster and yet she still felt an exhilaration that had been brought on by the illusion of Lucius Malfoy, brutally taking her. Her body ached for the climax she had been denied. Her stomach churned at the thought that she had now lost both of the wizards that had come to her as lovers in the past few days.
But if Lucius had engineered tonight’s events – even to some extent – what did that mean? Had she misconstrued his comments? Was he still interested in her? And what about Severus? How could she ever face him again? Ever apologise enough for what had happened? She tried to put both men out of her mind and was succeeding until she took off her robes and threw them onto a nearby chair. She heard a thud as the crystal bottle, cushioned inside her cloak, hit against a chair leg.
She reached into the pocket to retrieve the bottle and pulling out with it, not only the black velvet ribbon she had pocketed earlier but also a scrap of parchment. She looked at it, puzzled, and then unrolled it.
I hope you appreciated my gift to you tonight.
LM
Was it for her? She looked at the bottle. It was a Victorian perfume bottle, about three inches tall. The crystal was spherical and cut into exquisite diamond and octagonal facets. The stopper was silver with a snake like swirling relief pattern over all of it except the top, which was a perfectly smooth plain silver disc bearing the initials LM.
Lucius Malfoy. What was he up to? She had realised of course that he was behind what had happened – but if he had been using the oil like a potion to control her, then surely Severus would have to agree that it was not her fault. He would have to be willing to give her another chance. The drawback was, she had been hoping to see Lucius Malfoy in that room tonight and when she finally did ‘see’ him – albeit an illusion- she had been elated. Her body had been rising to a peak of enormous magnitude and she wanted to find out more. Find out more about Lucius Malfoy and find out more about that little bottle of oil. So what about Severus? Her love and respect for him made her heart feel torn, weighed down with guilt and shame.
She put the ribbon, parchment and oil into the drawer of her bedside cabinet, away from prying eyes. Then lay back on the bed to think about the two men she wanted so badly but now could probably not have.
~~~xx~~~
The next morning Hermione headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. Dreading seeing the two wizards who had tormented her dreams for the past few hours. However when she arrived in the hall she was surprised by her own feeling of loss when she realised that neither of them was there. She badly wanted to talk to Severus to apologise and deep down longed to see Lucius, if only to get some answers from him.
Resigned to their absence she headed over to the top table, taking a seat next to Remus Lupin. “Morning!” she greeted him, summoning all her enthusiasm to the one word so that he wouldn’t suspect her true feelings.
“Oh, morning! I suppose you’ve heard the news?” he responded brightly.
“News?”
“Yes, that toe-rag, Malfoy has gone. Apparently Dumbledore contacted Fudge late last night and demanded he leave! Good eh? You must be relieved he’s not around. Slime ball!”
Hermione forced a smile and nodded, her face pale and expressionless. A thought struck her and nonchalantly she turned to Lupin. “Severus must be disappointed though – Malfoy’s a friend of his – don’t they go way back?”
“Yeah, way back to deatheater days! But it seems they must have fallen out. Severus had a hand in it. Nearly Headless Nick says he saw him going up to see the headmaster last night, then, soon after- Malfoy was called up to the study!” He was obviously enjoying the gossip.
“Oh?” Hermione toned down her interest in the two wizards but inside, her head was racing and her heart was pounding.
“Anyway, what’s new with you?” He smiled encouragingly.
“Oh, nothing really.” Hermione reflected on the fact that she was now genuinely not involved with anyone and didn’t have to lie.
“You seem distracted? Everything alright with the Ancient Runes teaching?”
“Oh, yes – fine! I could just do with getting away from here for a bit.”
“I know what you mean – some times I actually look forward to the full moon! Hey, I know – why don’t we go to the quidditch tomorrow and watch Harry play?”
“I thought the match was on Saturday?” Hermione cast him a puzzled glance and he matched it, equally confused with her.
“Hermione, tomorrow is Saturday!”
Hermione sighed, her first week as a teacher at Hogwarts had been an eventful one. It wouldn’t hurt to get away.
“Ok then. Will you organise it all?” Hermione seemed to visibly cheer up at the thought of getting away and Remus grinned back.
“Get your orange robes out girl – we’re going to see the Chudley Cannons, and I’m sure Harry will find us spectacular seats!”
~~~xx~~~
They did get spectacular seats – the best box that money could buy. Nothing was too good for friends of the Chudley Cannon’s champion seeker. They were ushered to the front of the box. “Harry will be up to see you shortly.” A young wizard in Chudley Cannons colours informed them.
Hermione and Lupin sat chatting as the box behind them filled. “I’m sure I told Severus which box we’d be in!” Remus said suddenly. Hermione paled. “You didn’t say he would be coming!”
“You don’t mind do you? He is a colleague of ours after all. I thought you two were getting along these days!” He winked. “Anyway – I’d better go and look for him – he’s probably stopped to hex someone!” Remus jumped up and headed for the stairway where he almost collided with Harry. “Catch you later Harry!” He shouted in greeting as he hurried away.
Hermione didn’t have long to feel numb about the news of Severus joining them before Harry reached her.
“Hermione!”
“Harry!” The two old friends flung their arms round each other, Harry lifting her slightly into the air.
He looked so different from the Harry that Hermione remembered from her school days, yet in many ways he was the same. His ruffled hair, cheeky grin and infamous scar would always be there but he was so much taller now and had filled out in all the right places with lean muscle.
Hermione felt a quiver as he hugged her, but there was never a passionate feeling with Harry – he was too much like a brother to her. He lowered her to the ground and pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. “What’s wrong Hermione?”
Hermione blushed, “what d’you mean Harry?”
“You look different, troubled. Hogwarts not suiting you?”
“Oh, no! Hogwarts is fine.” She never could hide her feelings from Harry but this time she wasn’t sure whether she should tell him or not.
“Come on, Herm. Spill it – this is me – I know you. Something’s up!”
His tone was persistent, besides he was right. She sighed deeply.
“Ok, yes you’re right – but not here. A lot has happened to me this week. I’ve got some serious choices to make and I do need someone to talk to. I’ll meet you after the match and fill you in on the details, yeah?”
“Yeah, ok! I could do with talking to you too, actually.” He smiled and kissed her on the cheek.
She smiled back, not exactly sure what exactly she was going to tell him but he was her best friend in the world and she knew she could trust him, even if he didn’t like what he heard.
“Got to go! Enjoy the game!” Harry jumped up to leave and spun round directly into Severus.
Severus’ lip curled in automatic distaste as Harry disentangled himself and rushed onwards, grinning that he was no longer risking a detention by crashing into the Hogwarts Potion Master.
Oh, Gods! Thought Hermione How long had Severus been there? What had he heard? As he moved to take his seat she turned her body away from him to avoid attracting attention, but in doing so, a new occupant of the box, two rows behind her caught her eye.
Lucius! What’s he doing here?
“Miss Granger.” He nodded politely in her direction, his face grave and his voice stiff and formal.
Oh no! They had both heard her! What would she tell Harry now?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a shrill whistle as a flustered Lupin made it back to his seat between Hermione and Severus. The quidditch had begun.
By Luciusfan
Chapter 12 - Quidditch
Hermione returned to her room. The whole evening had been a disaster and yet she still felt an exhilaration that had been brought on by the illusion of Lucius Malfoy, brutally taking her. Her body ached for the climax she had been denied. Her stomach churned at the thought that she had now lost both of the wizards that had come to her as lovers in the past few days.
But if Lucius had engineered tonight’s events – even to some extent – what did that mean? Had she misconstrued his comments? Was he still interested in her? And what about Severus? How could she ever face him again? Ever apologise enough for what had happened? She tried to put both men out of her mind and was succeeding until she took off her robes and threw them onto a nearby chair. She heard a thud as the crystal bottle, cushioned inside her cloak, hit against a chair leg.
She reached into the pocket to retrieve the bottle and pulling out with it, not only the black velvet ribbon she had pocketed earlier but also a scrap of parchment. She looked at it, puzzled, and then unrolled it.
I hope you appreciated my gift to you tonight.
LM
Was it for her? She looked at the bottle. It was a Victorian perfume bottle, about three inches tall. The crystal was spherical and cut into exquisite diamond and octagonal facets. The stopper was silver with a snake like swirling relief pattern over all of it except the top, which was a perfectly smooth plain silver disc bearing the initials LM.
Lucius Malfoy. What was he up to? She had realised of course that he was behind what had happened – but if he had been using the oil like a potion to control her, then surely Severus would have to agree that it was not her fault. He would have to be willing to give her another chance. The drawback was, she had been hoping to see Lucius Malfoy in that room tonight and when she finally did ‘see’ him – albeit an illusion- she had been elated. Her body had been rising to a peak of enormous magnitude and she wanted to find out more. Find out more about Lucius Malfoy and find out more about that little bottle of oil. So what about Severus? Her love and respect for him made her heart feel torn, weighed down with guilt and shame.
She put the ribbon, parchment and oil into the drawer of her bedside cabinet, away from prying eyes. Then lay back on the bed to think about the two men she wanted so badly but now could probably not have.
~~~xx~~~
The next morning Hermione headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. Dreading seeing the two wizards who had tormented her dreams for the past few hours. However when she arrived in the hall she was surprised by her own feeling of loss when she realised that neither of them was there. She badly wanted to talk to Severus to apologise and deep down longed to see Lucius, if only to get some answers from him.
Resigned to their absence she headed over to the top table, taking a seat next to Remus Lupin. “Morning!” she greeted him, summoning all her enthusiasm to the one word so that he wouldn’t suspect her true feelings.
“Oh, morning! I suppose you’ve heard the news?” he responded brightly.
“News?”
“Yes, that toe-rag, Malfoy has gone. Apparently Dumbledore contacted Fudge late last night and demanded he leave! Good eh? You must be relieved he’s not around. Slime ball!”
Hermione forced a smile and nodded, her face pale and expressionless. A thought struck her and nonchalantly she turned to Lupin. “Severus must be disappointed though – Malfoy’s a friend of his – don’t they go way back?”
“Yeah, way back to deatheater days! But it seems they must have fallen out. Severus had a hand in it. Nearly Headless Nick says he saw him going up to see the headmaster last night, then, soon after- Malfoy was called up to the study!” He was obviously enjoying the gossip.
“Oh?” Hermione toned down her interest in the two wizards but inside, her head was racing and her heart was pounding.
“Anyway, what’s new with you?” He smiled encouragingly.
“Oh, nothing really.” Hermione reflected on the fact that she was now genuinely not involved with anyone and didn’t have to lie.
“You seem distracted? Everything alright with the Ancient Runes teaching?”
“Oh, yes – fine! I could just do with getting away from here for a bit.”
“I know what you mean – some times I actually look forward to the full moon! Hey, I know – why don’t we go to the quidditch tomorrow and watch Harry play?”
“I thought the match was on Saturday?” Hermione cast him a puzzled glance and he matched it, equally confused with her.
“Hermione, tomorrow is Saturday!”
Hermione sighed, her first week as a teacher at Hogwarts had been an eventful one. It wouldn’t hurt to get away.
“Ok then. Will you organise it all?” Hermione seemed to visibly cheer up at the thought of getting away and Remus grinned back.
“Get your orange robes out girl – we’re going to see the Chudley Cannons, and I’m sure Harry will find us spectacular seats!”
~~~xx~~~
They did get spectacular seats – the best box that money could buy. Nothing was too good for friends of the Chudley Cannon’s champion seeker. They were ushered to the front of the box. “Harry will be up to see you shortly.” A young wizard in Chudley Cannons colours informed them.
Hermione and Lupin sat chatting as the box behind them filled. “I’m sure I told Severus which box we’d be in!” Remus said suddenly. Hermione paled. “You didn’t say he would be coming!”
“You don’t mind do you? He is a colleague of ours after all. I thought you two were getting along these days!” He winked. “Anyway – I’d better go and look for him – he’s probably stopped to hex someone!” Remus jumped up and headed for the stairway where he almost collided with Harry. “Catch you later Harry!” He shouted in greeting as he hurried away.
Hermione didn’t have long to feel numb about the news of Severus joining them before Harry reached her.
“Hermione!”
“Harry!” The two old friends flung their arms round each other, Harry lifting her slightly into the air.
He looked so different from the Harry that Hermione remembered from her school days, yet in many ways he was the same. His ruffled hair, cheeky grin and infamous scar would always be there but he was so much taller now and had filled out in all the right places with lean muscle.
Hermione felt a quiver as he hugged her, but there was never a passionate feeling with Harry – he was too much like a brother to her. He lowered her to the ground and pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. “What’s wrong Hermione?”
Hermione blushed, “what d’you mean Harry?”
“You look different, troubled. Hogwarts not suiting you?”
“Oh, no! Hogwarts is fine.” She never could hide her feelings from Harry but this time she wasn’t sure whether she should tell him or not.
“Come on, Herm. Spill it – this is me – I know you. Something’s up!”
His tone was persistent, besides he was right. She sighed deeply.
“Ok, yes you’re right – but not here. A lot has happened to me this week. I’ve got some serious choices to make and I do need someone to talk to. I’ll meet you after the match and fill you in on the details, yeah?”
“Yeah, ok! I could do with talking to you too, actually.” He smiled and kissed her on the cheek.
She smiled back, not exactly sure what exactly she was going to tell him but he was her best friend in the world and she knew she could trust him, even if he didn’t like what he heard.
“Got to go! Enjoy the game!” Harry jumped up to leave and spun round directly into Severus.
Severus’ lip curled in automatic distaste as Harry disentangled himself and rushed onwards, grinning that he was no longer risking a detention by crashing into the Hogwarts Potion Master.
Oh, Gods! Thought Hermione How long had Severus been there? What had he heard? As he moved to take his seat she turned her body away from him to avoid attracting attention, but in doing so, a new occupant of the box, two rows behind her caught her eye.
Lucius! What’s he doing here?
“Miss Granger.” He nodded politely in her direction, his face grave and his voice stiff and formal.
Oh no! They had both heard her! What would she tell Harry now?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a shrill whistle as a flustered Lupin made it back to his seat between Hermione and Severus. The quidditch had begun.