The Guardian of Slytherin
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Chapter Twelve
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Chapter Twelve
Hermione drifted over to where Severus was reading in the library. He looked up from his tome, motioning over to sit next to him. Settling there, she rested her head on his shoulder as she took his hand into her own.
Twining her fingers through his, she asked quietly, “Feeling any better?”
He kissed her hand, murmuring, “Just having you near me has done wonders.” Severus set the book aside and managed to put his arm around her without letting go of her hand, resting the joined hands on her waist. “Tell me something, love. Why would Harry and Ron be looking for you?”
“I don’t know,” she breathed. “It seems to be one of my many questions about that whole situation that I need an answer to.” Relaxing against him, Hermione told him, “I don’t even know if Ron is gay. Honestly, with the way he looks at women, specifically at their breasts, I would think not.”
“And he would do this while in your company?” Severus asked, affronted.
“He didn’t care whom he was with,” she muttered. “He looked all the time.” She glanced into her lover’s eyes and murmured, “And you would think the way he studied them, he would have a clue what to do with them as well.” She shook her head no, looking down at her own breasts. “He played with them like they were squeeze toys.” Wincing she added, “I know how to fondle breasts better than he does and I don’t even go that way.”
“Thank Merlin,” he said chuckling and kissing her temple.
She pressed her face against his chest as she listened to his steady heart beat. Hermione closed her eyes and was about to say something when an alarm went off. She went on the alert, lifting her head as she did so.
“What’s wrong?” Severus asked, not being able to hear the alarm going off.
“Someone is breaking the wards,” she told him as she stood up. “Using auror techniques…” Rolling her eyes, she looked over Severus. “Care to make a wild guess?”
“Don’t tell me it’s the idiot twins,” Severus muttered.
“I can recognize their magic anywhere,” she told him, going over to the main hallway to see Rabastan looking ready to attack whomever charged in. “Relax, it’s Harry and Ron.”
“But…” LeStrange started only to have her go over to him.
“Trust me,” she murmured. “I have an idea.”
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After nearly an hour of trying to break into the castle, Harry and Ron were close to giving up—but that’s when the doors opened of their own accord. Puzzled they walked in cautiously, keeping their wands at the ready as they walked into the castle.
“So do you have a plan?” Ron asked Harry.
“No.”
“I didn’t think so.” The red head tried one of the doors, but found it locked. Continuing to follow his friend, Ron asked, “I haven’t a plan either.”
“Why aren’t I shocked?” Harry and Ron spun around to come face to face with Hermione. “It just shows the auror program in England will take anyone these days.” Both Ron and Harry smiled and were about to hug her, when she said, “What makes you think everything is back to the way it was before?” Their faces fell. “Let’s go over to the main hall shall we? We need to talk.”
Hermione took them over to a large main hall usually reserved for dances and balls. She went over to a chair off to the side, sitting down as she studied them for a moment. “Why come here looking for me? I thought you said everything you had to say before.”
“We were wrong,” Harry told her. “We…I mean I…” His face filled with sorrow. “I wanted so many things and the war was finally over. I was wrong. I didn’t want Ginny. And Ron, he-he’s always been there. I thought…I thought maybe…but I was wrong about everything.”
“I’ll take you back,” Ron sighed, as if making a huge sacrifice by doing so. “I’m not gay, but what can I say? Harry gave great head.”
Both Harry and Hermione looked at him in shocked hurt.
Shaking it off, Hermione stood as she said, “Harry, we’ve all gone through so many changes lately that I don’t even know where…" Anger overrode the calmness she was trying to reenforce. She spun on the youngest Weasley male snapping, "Are you out of your ever loving mind, Ronald? I don’t want you back. Only a brain dead nitwit would after what you put me through.” Letting out a long relieved sigh, she said, “Damn that felt good to say.”
“ ‘I gave great head’? That’s the best you could say about our relationship?” Harry demanded.
“At least he didn’t call you a frigid bitch,” Hermione murmured.
“That’s because you never got undressed!” Ron whined.
“Believe me when I say, I had my reasons,” she replied, looking over to Harry. “But prey tell, where did you get off telling me that I was a prude when we had nothing close to a sexual encounter?”
The man that survived flushed hotly at her words. “Ron told me about how you wouldn’t go down on him or get undressed for sex. I-I made assumptions that I shouldn’t have.”
“Oh yes, because after being tortured for several hours no one in their right mind might be totally insecure over the scars they have acquired, right?” The two young men looked at her in shock. “Bellatrix LeStrange cut me up and cursed me for hours as a form of entertainment for her dark lord and it never once came to you as even a vague notion that I might not want to be seen because I was self conscious of my body?” When neither of them said a word, she asked, “Or was it that you wanted to pretend it never happened?” Hermione walked over to Harry, looking him in his eyes. “You heard me screaming. So you must recall at least some of it…”
“I recall it all,” Harry said quietly. “I guess that since you lived through it…” His words faded away.
“That it mustn’t have been as bad as you first thought,” she said dryly. “No, it was worse. It nearly killed me and for a time it did.” She went over and sat down in the chair. “It was so bad in fact that I begged for my life from the one individual that I thought could saved it.”
“What are you saying, Hermione?” Ron asked. “Who did you beg?”
“Salazar Slytherin, of course,” she answered, leaning back in the chair. When she saw their confusion yet again, Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered, “Why do you think I’m staying in the Chair of Slytherin?”
Harry looked around the ballroom, seeing for the first time the pillars were stone cobras as well as the torches that were snakes as well.
“How could he save you?” Ron asked.
“It wasn’t he who saved my life so much as he was one of the individuals that made the plea for me to live,” she told him, standing up. “It was that group as a whole that gave me a purpose.” She looked over to Harry, who was now looking fearful. “I was made the guardian of Slytherin.”
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Chapter Twelve
Hermione drifted over to where Severus was reading in the library. He looked up from his tome, motioning over to sit next to him. Settling there, she rested her head on his shoulder as she took his hand into her own.
Twining her fingers through his, she asked quietly, “Feeling any better?”
He kissed her hand, murmuring, “Just having you near me has done wonders.” Severus set the book aside and managed to put his arm around her without letting go of her hand, resting the joined hands on her waist. “Tell me something, love. Why would Harry and Ron be looking for you?”
“I don’t know,” she breathed. “It seems to be one of my many questions about that whole situation that I need an answer to.” Relaxing against him, Hermione told him, “I don’t even know if Ron is gay. Honestly, with the way he looks at women, specifically at their breasts, I would think not.”
“And he would do this while in your company?” Severus asked, affronted.
“He didn’t care whom he was with,” she muttered. “He looked all the time.” She glanced into her lover’s eyes and murmured, “And you would think the way he studied them, he would have a clue what to do with them as well.” She shook her head no, looking down at her own breasts. “He played with them like they were squeeze toys.” Wincing she added, “I know how to fondle breasts better than he does and I don’t even go that way.”
“Thank Merlin,” he said chuckling and kissing her temple.
She pressed her face against his chest as she listened to his steady heart beat. Hermione closed her eyes and was about to say something when an alarm went off. She went on the alert, lifting her head as she did so.
“What’s wrong?” Severus asked, not being able to hear the alarm going off.
“Someone is breaking the wards,” she told him as she stood up. “Using auror techniques…” Rolling her eyes, she looked over Severus. “Care to make a wild guess?”
“Don’t tell me it’s the idiot twins,” Severus muttered.
“I can recognize their magic anywhere,” she told him, going over to the main hallway to see Rabastan looking ready to attack whomever charged in. “Relax, it’s Harry and Ron.”
“But…” LeStrange started only to have her go over to him.
“Trust me,” she murmured. “I have an idea.”
***
After nearly an hour of trying to break into the castle, Harry and Ron were close to giving up—but that’s when the doors opened of their own accord. Puzzled they walked in cautiously, keeping their wands at the ready as they walked into the castle.
“So do you have a plan?” Ron asked Harry.
“No.”
“I didn’t think so.” The red head tried one of the doors, but found it locked. Continuing to follow his friend, Ron asked, “I haven’t a plan either.”
“Why aren’t I shocked?” Harry and Ron spun around to come face to face with Hermione. “It just shows the auror program in England will take anyone these days.” Both Ron and Harry smiled and were about to hug her, when she said, “What makes you think everything is back to the way it was before?” Their faces fell. “Let’s go over to the main hall shall we? We need to talk.”
Hermione took them over to a large main hall usually reserved for dances and balls. She went over to a chair off to the side, sitting down as she studied them for a moment. “Why come here looking for me? I thought you said everything you had to say before.”
“We were wrong,” Harry told her. “We…I mean I…” His face filled with sorrow. “I wanted so many things and the war was finally over. I was wrong. I didn’t want Ginny. And Ron, he-he’s always been there. I thought…I thought maybe…but I was wrong about everything.”
“I’ll take you back,” Ron sighed, as if making a huge sacrifice by doing so. “I’m not gay, but what can I say? Harry gave great head.”
Both Harry and Hermione looked at him in shocked hurt.
Shaking it off, Hermione stood as she said, “Harry, we’ve all gone through so many changes lately that I don’t even know where…" Anger overrode the calmness she was trying to reenforce. She spun on the youngest Weasley male snapping, "Are you out of your ever loving mind, Ronald? I don’t want you back. Only a brain dead nitwit would after what you put me through.” Letting out a long relieved sigh, she said, “Damn that felt good to say.”
“ ‘I gave great head’? That’s the best you could say about our relationship?” Harry demanded.
“At least he didn’t call you a frigid bitch,” Hermione murmured.
“That’s because you never got undressed!” Ron whined.
“Believe me when I say, I had my reasons,” she replied, looking over to Harry. “But prey tell, where did you get off telling me that I was a prude when we had nothing close to a sexual encounter?”
The man that survived flushed hotly at her words. “Ron told me about how you wouldn’t go down on him or get undressed for sex. I-I made assumptions that I shouldn’t have.”
“Oh yes, because after being tortured for several hours no one in their right mind might be totally insecure over the scars they have acquired, right?” The two young men looked at her in shock. “Bellatrix LeStrange cut me up and cursed me for hours as a form of entertainment for her dark lord and it never once came to you as even a vague notion that I might not want to be seen because I was self conscious of my body?” When neither of them said a word, she asked, “Or was it that you wanted to pretend it never happened?” Hermione walked over to Harry, looking him in his eyes. “You heard me screaming. So you must recall at least some of it…”
“I recall it all,” Harry said quietly. “I guess that since you lived through it…” His words faded away.
“That it mustn’t have been as bad as you first thought,” she said dryly. “No, it was worse. It nearly killed me and for a time it did.” She went over and sat down in the chair. “It was so bad in fact that I begged for my life from the one individual that I thought could saved it.”
“What are you saying, Hermione?” Ron asked. “Who did you beg?”
“Salazar Slytherin, of course,” she answered, leaning back in the chair. When she saw their confusion yet again, Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered, “Why do you think I’m staying in the Chair of Slytherin?”
Harry looked around the ballroom, seeing for the first time the pillars were stone cobras as well as the torches that were snakes as well.
“How could he save you?” Ron asked.
“It wasn’t he who saved my life so much as he was one of the individuals that made the plea for me to live,” she told him, standing up. “It was that group as a whole that gave me a purpose.” She looked over to Harry, who was now looking fearful. “I was made the guardian of Slytherin.”
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There you go! Another chapter down. Any questions, comments, or wonderings as to why I am now offering kittens instead of puppies for your attentions? REVIEW! LOL! I make me laugh. Have a great day.