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Confinement	By : Lucreace Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 14059 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The pasta concoction the boys had made was brilliant. The meat was cooked but not chewy and the sauce was lovely too. Everyone ate in silence, devouring the grub until they were satisfied. Plates were pushed away; Clarice and Lara gathered them up and set them to cleaning themselves before heading back to the study. The boys followed and so did she. The book she’d been engrossed in had some useful information in, though not on what they were having problems with. She’d been fascinated with the undead creatures as a whole and had spent the afternoon learning about the animation of the dead and the use of them by dark wizards. Necromancy, though uncommon, was not completely unheard of and there was some general information in this particular tome.
Then she found it, the section on the revenant. Her eyes widened as she read on, unable to tear her gaze away from the text on the page. The lights dimmed and she was vaguely aware of the children taking themselves off to bed but she didn’t look up. Nor did she look up when Minton appeared to draw the curtains closed and douse the larger candles. She carried on reading when footsteps sounded in the corridor outside, only pausing to brush curls back from her face. When a mug of tea was placed on her desk, she finally blinked and looked up. “Oh! Thank you.” Severus had placed it in front of her and he let out a small sigh.
“I knew I’d left that book somewhere,” he said indicating what she was reading.
“Fascinating stuff too,” she replied as she took a sip of tea. It wasn’t boiling hot, in fact, it was rather drinkable and she took another mouthful, realising how thirsty she was.
“Drink up, I need your help with the wards tonight,” he said indicating the cup. She nodded and drained it, wondering why he would want her help, “You can tell me what you’ve learned as well.”
Rising from her desk she readily agreed. She took a moment to fetch her thick cloak, knowing it would be cold before meeting him in the hallway by the front door. Once more, she was taken aback by the sheer beauty of the house. The candle light flickered off the walls, giving it a warm glow, making them dance as the light flickered. “What is it?” he asked as she stared around her like a tourist.
“I love it here,” she said finally. He looked at her askance for a moment before turning to the door without comment. Wordlessly, she followed him into the all-consuming dark, making sure she stayed close to him so as not to lose her way. The cold air took her breath away for a moment and the crisp crunch of the grass underfoot told her there would be a sharp frost that night. When they reached the main entrance, she set the first ward before turning to her.
“So, tell me what you’ve learned then.”
She took a moment as they started walking again to wrap her cloak around her and shivered. “Revenants are not naturally occurring creatures,” she started.
“Obviously,” he said drily.
She shot him a black look before continuing, “They’re created by necromancy. Which technically isn’t illegal but I doubt the Ministry would look favourably on such a creation. Revenants are brought here with a specific purpose in mind and are created from a specific person. The necromancer raises the spirit of the recently deceased and then binds them to their task in a rite. This rite was not touched upon in the volume I was reading,” she added when an eyebrow of his jerked upwards.
“Good,” he nodded. “Carry on.”
“The revenant will not deviate from its task, once it had been assigned it will carry it out until it is either complete or destroyed.” She paused as she set the next ward when they stopped walking.
“And how are they destroyed?” he asked when they set off once more. She watched as he wrapped his own robes closer around his slender form in defence against the cold.
“First, the body of the mortal used to create the creature must be found. They must be exhumed and the head separated from the body.”
“How would that work in this case Hermione? The body may well be hundreds of years old,” Severus said as he turned to look at her. His dark eyes glittered with a strange light and his cheeks flushed.
“It also said something about undoing the magic with a counter spell but it also had no details on what that was.” She gave a little shrug as she shut her mouth and pondered what else she knew. “I think that was it.”
He set the next ward and they were almost at the next one before he spoke. “I’ve been searching for the counter spell,” he confessed as she raised her wand and repeated the spell. “It took me four days to find but I now have it.”
“I thought you said you didn’t want to destroy it.” Hermione frowned as they set off once more.
“There’s no harm in having the spell,” he replied, “We never know how it’s going to react and it may turn dangerous one day.”
“Any idea where its body is?” she asked. He merely shook his head and turned away as he set the next ward. They set the next few in companionable silence. Hermione couldn’t help ponder what she’d learned and matched it up to the few confirmations he’s told her. At least the spirit was merely annoying at the moment and no real threat. When they stopped for the next ward, a deep shiver passed through her and she stamped her feet. Her toes were numb from the cold and the movement would prevent her legs from joining them. She made a mental note to get Minerva to send her some thicker socks in her next letter and wrapped her arms around herself. “Are we nearly done?” she asked.
“There are five more,” he replied simply. Although she could see the flush of cold on his face, he seemed otherwise unaffected. As they walked around, a thought occurred to her.
“If the revenant is only concerned with the protection of the house, why did it attack us the other day?” she said.
He stopped in his tracks then and appeared to think it over. When he walked on and began speaking, she listened attentively. “The creature was not the one who attacked first. I believe that a group of Death Eaters had discovered our location and decided it was a good idea to see if they could do us some damage alone. When the creature realised the house was a target, it defended the place. It did so after I had been fighting the attackers,” he waved his hand as he spoke. She considered his explanation and nodded, it was as plausible as any.
“So the creature is on the side of the house, not anyone else,” she said.
“It would seem that way.”
When they stopped at the next ward, she leaned against a tree, propping her leg against the trunk and shivered. They had three more to do but it was so cold. Her body began to shake and her breath hung in the hair in front of her. Severus turned to her and she gave a wry smile. Moments later, he was in front of her and gathered her up in his arms. For the briefest of moments, she went rigid. His heat transferred to her and she felt better the moment she relaxed against him. Her arms curled up his back and she leaned into him. His delicious scent swamped her and her eyes closed as her head came to rest on his chest. He was slender in build but by no means scrawny.
When he pressed his lips on the top of her head, she let out a small sigh before looking up. Black eyes met her own and for a long moment, she thought they’d kiss. She wanted to, Merlin knew she wanted to feel his soft mouth pressing against hers, feel his tongue explore her once more. He leaned back a little, putting distance between them and he shook his head. “Maybe inside,” he whispered. A shiver went through her that was nothing to do with the cold and she nodded. The wards and their safety had to come first despite her desires.
He let her out of his arms and she went, somewhat reluctantly. The cold flooded back into the place where he had been and she found she missed him already. By the looks of it, he felt the same as well, if the small crinkled frown on his brow was anything to go by. When they set off, it was at a quicker pace than they had walked before and the wards were set in a much quicker time. They were back at the house in no time at all. The heat of the place when they stepped inside made her fingers tingle. As she removed her shoes, pins and needles shot through her feet as the feeling returned. Hermione was only too pleased to remove her now too warm cloak and hang it up on the peg.
Without being told, she headed to the kitchen and made them both a hot drink. It took mere seconds and by the time she was in the corridor again, he was at the stairs, beckoning for her to follow. His face still had that flushed complexion that made her frown a little but he dismissed it with a wave. She followed him up to the rooms which were reserved for his use. He opened the door for her and she placed the cups down on the table with a smile. She opened her mouth to speak but the moment the door shut; he was across the room and had her bundled in his arms once more.
“Severus!” she squeaked as he seized her, more in surprise rather than as a complaint. He snorted a response before catching her chin with his left thumb and forefinger. He turned her head to him and the next thing she knew; a melting kiss engulfed all of her senses. Curling her hands up his back, she drew him in to her. A soft whimper escaped her as his attention drove all thought from her mind. His tongue nudged her lips apart and she willingly did so. The soothing motions drove all cares of the day from her mind. Caressing his tongue with hers, it was his turn to murmur into her mouth.
Before she knew what she was doing, her hands were in his hair, pushing the soft locks away from his face and forcing him deeper into her mouth. Her heart pounded in her chest, her knees began to tremble and she thought they should make their way to the couch before they gave way. “Merlin Severus!” she whispered when they parted.
“What?” he asked in a voice that was breathier than normal. His arms were around her waist, pulling her against his long, lean body.
“Keep kissing me like this and I won’t be responsible for what I do.” She knew it sounded a little cheesy as she said it but it was the truth. His response was to just kiss her again in the manner that she loved so much. She returned his passion as though he was water and she was parched. Devouring his mouth as though it was the last thing she would ever do. It came as a surprise to her that she had missed him as much as she had. Her eyes drifted closed as she focused on the sensation of his lips on hers. This was something she wanted to remember for as long as she could.
This time, he was the one who broke off. He released her and she staggered back a little, not trusting her legs to support her. Her hand came to rest on the back of the couch and she took a deep breath. She glanced at the door and then at the cup of tea on the table. She should go. If she stayed, she wasn’t entirely sure she would be able to stop the evening progressing and their clear desire for each other spilling over into something more than passionate snogging. Striding forward, she took his hand in hers and pressed her lips to the callouses on his palm. “I have to go,” she whispered.
He nodded mutely. His black eyes were on fire and he blinked. “I know.” With that, she dropped his hand and fled, not trusting herself to stop until she reached her room. Her heart was hammering away in her chest and her eyes closed as she shut the door behind her. Part of her wondered what she was doing; the other was demanding to know why she had run. Her thoughts followed her into the bathroom as she turned the taps and ran the hot water. The soothing caress of the soap on her skin would clear her mind surely?
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