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What can go wrong? completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15096 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Lost
- 2-Complicated
- 3-Interesting
- 4-Kitten
- 5-Gratification
- 6-Openness
- 7-Revenge
- 8-Promising
- 9-Lesson
- 10-Looney
- 11-Naked
- 12-Up-side-down
- 13-Breath-taking
- 14-Insights
- 15-Irreparable
- 16-Thrill
- 17-Tight
- 18-Shift
- 19-Tapping
- 20-Discomforting
- 21-Skin-deep
- 22-Intense
- 23-Knotted
- 24-Pivot
- 25-Bridle
- 26-Redefining
- 27-Quell
- 28-Fushion
- 29-Essentials
- 30-Interlace
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Up-side-down

Harry pressed his temples and sighed, the headache just intensified. Between his job, his very hormonal pregnant wife, his unreasonable best friend and everything that transpired in the last couple of days he felt like his head is going to explode. He glanced at Luna then Bill, sitting across him and sighed
- I can’t, we need to… -
- It is not up to you to make the decision Harry, I already have permit to do it. –
- She is my… -
- He has every right, more so in the eyes of the law. He is tied to her legally. –
- By curse. –
- Nevertheless. –
- Did he consult her? -
- No, I asked him not to. Harry, this curse they share, with my help and, I assure you it was only minor once I removed aspect that prevented them from tampering with the curse, he already removed all that can be removed. –
- But they are still chained… -
- Yes, upon my request. She has bigger problem than being tied to him. And, frankly, if someone came to me with that problem, I would ask you to contact him. Not that I’d have much more luck. Her magical core is split, and I can’t find the reason. She needs him. –
- But … -
- Harry, Severus would never hurt her. – injected Luna
- I know that. It just doesn’t sound right. –
- I don’t know what to tell you. But if you give her the option she might decide…and if she does, it is only matter of time. Severus is brewing her potions, he’s taking care of her. –
- I’ve seen them yesterday, they snapped at each other, to me it looked like they are going to kill each other. –
- I bet they had great sex after you left. – smiled Luna, he and Bill stirred uncomfortably, Luna had a way of making them feel oddly embarrassed.
- Look Harry, leave it be, at least for a while. And I must warn you, the curse she released, her notes and what I managed to scramble…it shouldn’t work the way it did. –
- What do you mean… -
- Only one half of the curse, it shouldn’t bond them. I have no idea why are they bonded. The safest bet is that they are compatible, magically. They are both with strong magic, it might be that their magic decided to finish the process. –
- And how is that a problem? –
- If their magic decided to bond them, rather than curse, Harry… - Luna gently sighed - …there is no way to dispel it. It would be as if they chose to marry through old rituals. –
- But they don’t want to be…surely Hermione didn’t …. –
- She might not have wanted that concisely, but if she had any spark of interest or desire… -
- Is there anything we can do? –
- Once I find cure for her, they can submit for official divorce, but…they will stay bound, magically, one to another. – sighed Bill – Harry, I cannot stress how important it is that none of this leave this room. –
- Yes, yes of course. Is there anything else? – he asked with resignation
- Harry, I informed you and Luna because you are secret keepers and I need access to both of them to run some tests, and out of courtesy. But know this, what happened to them is not a bad thing. –
- How Bill, how it is not a bad thing? – snapped Harry
- I’ve seen bonds like that before, it is strengthening, shared magic, healing. Never before, through one of the partners had a split core, and that is what worrying me. They bleed into each other, I think, share more than it should be. That is what I need to check. Once I have results I can send a message to my old Master and see what is the best way to proceed. –
- I think they are quite cute together, compatible. –
- Luna, can you…just don’t. –
- What is the problem, Harry? –
- There are images I’d rather not have in my head. –
- What images? – blinked Luna – Of Severus and Hermione having sex. I think it is rather pleasant image. –
- Luna!!! – he and Bill cried in unison, Harry rubbed his temples again – All right. Luna, you have dinner with them tomorrow? –
- Yes. –
- Can you ask them when and where would they like to see Bill? –
- Sure, I’ll let you know Harry. –
- Thank you. Bill, I’ll let you know as soon as I hear from Luna. –
It was late, and Harry wished for nothing more than to lie down and forget that he ever had this conversation.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Snape grinned, deciding not to linger on his own feeling of giddiness over accomplishment. Her hoarse and primal screams still echoed around the room walls. The girl in his hands had a huge and quite exhausted smile, her features spilled in a sweaty haze of pleasure. He briefly wondered if he can truly take all credit? The girl was…he lacked the words to describe her.
Days before she blurted that she wants to experience as many orgasms as she can. Best to his personal knowledge was three or four. That didn’t seem like a huge task, especially with girl that sensitive. And, he wanted to feel it, to see how it feels to have more than one orgasm at the time. Dual sensation was mind-blowing and exhausting, but they never explored beyond that. Not to mention that Hermione was cranky and wired up past few days which ticked him off, resulting in more than few slammed doors and hissing on both sides. Partially he couldn’t understand why he was so snappy, but he had at least idea that curse made them share more than just feeling of pleasure.
Things with curse escalated, the more aspects he removed the more he could sense her, her feelings, her mood swings. Hermione didn’t take well that he removed aspects without consulting her, which was the reason for arguing and put a screeching halt on anything sex related for the past few days. But tonight….
He sighed and looked the girl in his arms, she nested on his shoulder, tangling her limbs around him like a vine. Her hair tickled his face and chest. When he became all snuggly? He was kind of man who would fuck and then disappeared in a loud crack. He didn’t cuddle his partners, he didn’t hold them in his embrace. He held her now, more than that, he did not want to let her go.
The girl was intelligent beyond what he considered comfortable, her intelligence was arousing to him, a special blend of aphrodisiac far more potent than any potion he could brew. That’s how they ended up in bed tonight. One moment they had heated debate about one lousy sentence in a book and the next…she was sprawled across their notes on the table and he was buried to the hilt in her.
That was another thing, he considered, even pride himself on being careful and gentle lover, each time with her he was anything but. She managed to reduce his power of self-control to primal subtlety of a caveman. How was that even possible? But the feel of her…she was so bloody tight and hot inside. He was by no means…small…nature was merciful in that department, bestowing him generously, so he didn’t find women “loose” as he heard other men complaining. Hermione was maybe too tight, he should be more careful with her, and somehow every time he was inside her bordered on violent, regardless of who initiated the coupling.
Three times in one night was record for him. Shure, he was familiar with certain techniques, but he wasn’t applying any, and yet, somehow, he managed to produce more semen that he was deem humanly possible for someone of his age. Of course, she was a surprise and discovery as well. When she managed to reach double digit in orgasms, he was fascinated, soon after he stopped counting. Even after her body gave up, too tired to withstand and carry on with a physical strain of orgasm, her mind and her desire lingered on, demanding for more. She, literally, fell asleep begging him for one more.
He learned something else tonight, about differences between males and females. While he could feel her need and each of her orgasms, he learned how to control his own reactions. Still, he relished in the endorphin and adrenaline rush but avoided the physical strain on his body. The other problem was, now he couldn’t sleep or rest, his mind still reeling on high voltage energy. He always wondered why women had so much energy after sex, his theory was that they faked it, the enjoyment, now he understood with painful clarity. The more they enjoyed, the more energy they got, only the wariness of the flesh could send them to dream land. Sex for women was like a paper-me-up potion. If men had same boost of energy from orgasm, wars would never stop. He had a need to start doing push-ups until he drops from exhaustion.
Hermione stirred in her sleep, smiled and sighed, snuggling closer to him. His hands drew her to him as close as it was possible. The possessive streak worried him, that was not the curse, that was all him, and it was unhealthy for him to feel that way. With a sigh he closed his eyes, snuggling his cheek to her curls. Pushing his own boundaries was specialty of his, the same way it was to stab himself in the gut and twist the handle. “Some things never change, apparently.” he groused. Fearful of what next day may bring, he descended in to a restless sleep.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
A muffled scream forced her out of her sleep, it took her several moments to remember where she is. Why would she scream, for once she wasn’t plagued by nightmares? She looked at the man next to her. He was thrashing, screaming silently, his hair soaked with sweat. She touched his face gently, calling him softly
- Severus, Severus wake up, it’s a dream. –
Suddenly, he sat in bed, his hazy eyes full of mist bore into hers
- Miss Granger… - his voice hoarse and hushed
- Yes –
- What are you doing here you idiot girl? Go, run, help him. – his voice had pleading undertone, but it was so quiet that she had to decipher what he said. He was still asleep and dreaming
- Help who? I’m here for you… -
- Help Potter, you daft girl! He must survive. –
- I…Severus… -
- I am not important, go before they find you, I can do only so much to protect you. Run! –
- Potter is safe, I’m here to save you…sir. – he paused and blinked
- Why? – she felt tears gathering in the corner of her eyes, his dazed eyes looked at her like she lost her mind, mistrust and doubt ringing in his voice
- Just because, I… I know how good you are. – she whispered
- I'm not...No one knows… - his voice fell and she lied down hugging him, pulling his face on her chest, his entire body stiffen – Miss Granger… - he mumbled
- Shhhhhhhh, I’m here for you. – she whispered, kissing his damp hair and he sighed, hugging her. She tightened her grip around him and rocked him gently until he relaxed, by the regularity of his breath she could say that he was sleeping peacefully once again. Not letting him go, she drifted to sleep once again. Magic crackled in the air around them, pulsating slightly, showering their oblivious forms with light shower of blue sparks.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
His head was pounding, it felt as herd of hippogriffs used it as stomping ground. He tried to open his eyes but he was unable to pear them apart or even to make a crack. This was bad, he knew the symptoms. There was a time when every single morning started the same way, now it was only occasionally. Novelty of the situation was the pain in his neck. He tried to move his head, his face rubbed next to a soft fragrant skin. He was using very naked and extremely soft Hermione Granger as a pillow. “It is worse than I thought.”
- Good morning. – her voice barely above the whisper, he grunted noncommittally in reply as her hands skimmed over his shoulders – If you let me go I’ll make you a coffee. –
- That bad? – he asked in a rasp voice trying to remove himself from her, it felt like he was stuck to her by permanent sticking charm
- I’m sure I don’t know what are you talking about. –
- Do not lie to me Miss Granger. –
- It wasn’t all that bad. –
- What did I do? – suddenly he was kneeling next to her, his eyes scrutinising every inch of her skin, praying silently that he didn’t harm her in any way
- You tried to get me out of the room and send me away, Professor. – she grinned
- And you want me make me a coffee? -
- You were sweet. –
- Sweet… - he snorted – now I know you’re lying. I was and I am many things Granger, sweet was never one of them. –
- I beg to differ. – she giggled getting up – You were sweet, and determent to send me away from you. –
- Now you can see the reason why I don’t bed my ex-students. –
- Impropriety? Don’t be ridiculous! If you exclude all your ex-students that leaves you with very narrow window of possible partners. –
- I live in a muggle world, there is no students there. – he grumbled
- I’m going to make you a coffee, you are grouchy. – she smiled at him and left the room.
When he was alone in the room he moaned, and clutched his head. She was lying. He knew himself well, and even if he never would bed a student, certainly not while he was professor he wouldn’t send a woman out of his bed. Propriety or not. His own moral compass was never that straight to begin with.
His own nightmares never revolved around his teaching days, which raised the question what did he say. There were too many secrets still stashed in his head, safely tucked away, never to see the light of the day. Machinations and horrors entrusted to him from both Dark Lord and Dumbledore alike. Atrocities he never betrayed, not even to save his own skin.
Surely he didn’t betray or said anything too gruesome, she was too friendly and untraumatized this morning, almost protective. This raised more pressing question, what triggered the nightmares to begin with? Mumbling to his chin, he dressed and padded to the kitchen, smell of freshly brewed coffee tickled his senses.
- Here you go. – she pushed the mug to him
- You are suspiciously nice this morning. –
- I know nightmares. – she shrugged – Mine are…crushing, I can’t even begin to imagine yours. –
- Nightmares are nightmares. –
- I disagree. I know that I dream about the final battle, watching my friends die, about being tortured in the Manor. Sometimes I fail and I don’t manage to save… - she choked – But, yours…must be ten times worse. –
- Why would you assume that? –
- I read his diaries. –
- What? Who’s? –
- Dumledore’s. –
- This is the first time… -
- I know. I didn’t even told Luna about them. I knew she would want to use them, and I knew you wouldn’t. I also wanted to have bargaining chip, just in case. –
- In case the trial fails? –
- Yes. – she nodded – The man was cold and cruel, manipulative and calculated. Sometimes I wonder how did he ever managed to be in Gryffindor, then I remember Pettigrew was also, so was the James and Sirius…what a sham. –
- Sham, Miss Granger? –
- You know I forgotten, even when I was kid all that talk about chivalry…it is easy to forget what they really were. A bunch of money and fame grabbing nobleman, trying to cheat their way into higher position. Covering their own low intentions with propaganda of grandeur. What does that say about me? – he quirked an eyebrow, amused and worried at the same time – I asked to be placed in that house, swayed with sparkling stones, like a crow. –
- And I got me a nice tattoo swayed by the promise of success and fame. We all have our weaknesses. –
- True. But feeding us with lies, how low can you be, swaying the children… -
- It is cunning, if you groom young minds…why do you think battle was lead at the school grounds? Why do you think both of them fought for school? –
- They were the mirror image. –
- Don’t let Potter hear you say that. –
- Is that why you left? You are the strongest wizard walking in all the Britany, most probably Europe. You could have all the splendour and rewards that come with that kind of power. –
- Power Granger, put in the hands of known murder, ex-Death Eater. - he smiled – For what I would use that power? I couldn’t go to the street without being attacked. –
- Mhm. – she nodded – Do you know that Harry destroyed all the Hallows? He took pictures destroying them. You were still healing at the time. He told me “I know I’m destroying the peace of history, but this history is too dangerous to be left existing.” –
- I’m glad he is not complete idiot. – he smiled
- So, what is the plan for today? –
- You will finish the research, I’ll prepare the dinner, we have a guest tonight. –
- Sounds like a plan. – she nodded, washed her mug and paced to the door – You know this is fun. –
-What is fun? –
- Playing house with you, you are not half that bad to live with. Make something Luna likes to eat. – she smiled and left him alone in the kitchen to mull on her words.
“Are we really playing house? Luna…” tight nudge in his guts made him sigh “This is not good at all. Everything is up-side-down.”
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