The Courtship of Miss Granger | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 11792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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buttons on Snape’s…nemmind.
A/N: Thanks oodles
for all the reviews! I’m glad you’re
liking this mess so far, and SnapesPet30 – I don’t think I could ever get a higher
compliment than you thinking I was Ms_Figg (if even for a second)… I absolutely
love her work!
Now, let’s see how the rest of Hogwarts has taken the
news………and I believe someone will be
getting detention………….
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“Did you hear what
Dumbledore announced yesterday?”
“I didn’t have wax in my ears, of course I did!”
“Granger and…SNAPE???”
“That’s wrong on so many levels; I don’t even know where to
begin.”
“Where are they, anyway?”
“Granger’s probably hiding out somewhere, too ashamed to
show her face.”
“I don’t blame her.”
“The Headmaster said that she was sick, and so was he,
remember?”
“With what,
mononucleosis? Ick. Snape.”
This was the general trend of conversation in classes,
between classes, after classes, and in the Great Hall as well as all four
common rooms, not to mention the dormitories.
Harry, Ron, Ginny and Lavender were lambasted for not spilling the beans
sooner – their lack of shock had been noted and leapt upon immediately. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan rolled about
laughing when Ron finally admitted just what had driven Snape to deduct so many
points from Gryffindor two years past, but the other Gryffindor girls seemed to
think it was all very romantic… except for the fact that it was Snape who was involved. The Slytherins
walked around in a perpetual state of shock and disillusionment – Draco Malfoy
had fainted dead away, falling face-first into his pudding when Dumbledore made
the announcement. The entrance to their
Head of House’s private chambers received many a wounded and reproachful look
as they went to and from their common room.
The students of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were no less startled by the news,
but did not mind it all that much; most of the Potion Master’s ire had always
been directed at Gryffindor House, even though he was an equal opportunity
detention-giver…except in the case of his own
House, of course.
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The couple decided to return to the world outside Severus’
door two days later, when Madam Pomfrey gave them both a clean bill of
health. Dumbledore suggested they go to
Diagon Alley – Severus needed a new wand, and Hermione’s had been damaged when
they had been unceremoniously dumped onto the Grounds by the Portkey. Both of them were roundly scolded by
Ollivander himself, who found a 15-inch black wand for Severus, with intricate
carvings on the handle…he shook his head in dismay at the state of Hermione’s
wand and instructed them to come back in an hour while he repaired it. Severus tucked Hermione under his arm
possessively, determined not to let her out of his sight again. She smiled indulgently at him and snuggled
close, secretly thrilled at such a public display of affection, something that
he would never have done before. They
strolled around, and she grinned mischievously as she spied the store that had
helped her on her way to being where she was now – “Witchy Woman.” She nudged him and pointed. “I want to go in there,” she cooed.
Severus rolled his eyes. Good Lord. Having his arm around her in public was one
thing, but actually accompanying her into a lingerie store was quite
another. However, he could see that she
was determined, so he gave in gracefully (Hermione thought it was more of a
snorting “Well, you might be abducted while trying on knickers” sort of thing,
but she wisely remained silent) and let her tow him inside. The Saleswitch that Hermione and Ginny had
met earlier was there now, and jingled upright from leaning on a case
officiously, her arms covered with so many bangles that Severus thought she
resembled a human hoola-hoop (he had seen one of the Muggle toys when growing
up).
She glided over to them, clapping her hands together
joyfully. “Hellloooo, I remember you, my dear! And how did those garters go over, then? I assume that this is the Slytherin you were out to snare? My, my, he’s a big boy; that he is.” She came toe to toe with Severus and sent him
what she was sure was a “come hither” stare – he stepped back, thinking the
witch looked ready to sick up on his boots.
She reached out an impossibly long cherry-red nail and tap it on his chest. “Oh, yes. A lusty wizard, this one. I can tell by the look in his eyes” her eyes were currently surveying his
lower regions “and I’m sure there are
plenty of other…items… I’m positive he’d enjoy.”
Severus stepped back another pace. “My eyes
are up a bit further,” he advised, swirling his cloak around him protectively
and looking over at Hermione with a hint of panic in his dark eyes. She was delighted to see him so discomfited,
although she certainly had to admit the Saleswitch was overdoing it by leaps
and bounds. “Did you want anything in
here?” he asked desperately, sidling away from another groping attempt.
Hermione couldn’t resist.
“Why, yes…I think so. You wait
here with the Saleswitch while I take a look around, Severus. I saw some nice things in Gryffindor colors
last time I was here.” She kept from
laughing by way of great effort as he cleared his throat and shifted
uncomfortably. I’ll only be a minute, love.
Severus glared at her retreating back. Make
sure it’s only a minute, I feel as
though I’m about to lose my virtue all over again and I- A swift intake of breath punctuated this
statement. Oh, too late. It’s as if she has
seven hands…! I don’t think I’ll ever be
clean again, please hurry it up… He
let out a relieved sigh as his fiancée trotted back up to the counter with an
assortment of lacy things in different colors…he was so thankful at her
reappearance that he wasn’t even remotely curious as to what she was
purchasing. The Saleswitch never took
her eyes off him as she shoved the lingerie into a bag, and even licked her
lips as she held it out. Hermione took
the bag and tried to restrain him from sprinting to the door as the
unbelievably forward woman came out from behind the counter and gave him one
last pinch. As the door clanged shut, he
rounded on Hermione. “I can’t believe
you made me go in there, that woman was insane!
I’ll have to bathe non-stop for a month to rid myself of the memory,” he
snarled, hauling his robes around him violently.
She soothed him with kisses and caresses (the Saleswitch was
watching with her nose pressed to the glass) and he recovered enough of his
equilibrium to return to Ollivanders with her.
Hermione caught the replay in his mind of what had transpired earlier
and couldn’t help but giggle – the tall, fearsome Slytherin set upon by an
overly made-up harpy with delusions of her own attractiveness. Her laughter earned her a scowl and a
side-trip into a rather large puddle.
After retrieving her mended wand, they stopped for a hot drink and
Hermione pulled her purchases out to display them to him. “If Your Highness consents to letting me stay
in his chambers tonight, you might be able to see me in these,” she teased,
making him take her hand and pull it over in his lap. “Oh!
Well, I guess you have no objections, then.” Her breathing sped up and she looked at him
from beneath her lashes. Remember that Disillusion Charm that you set
in the Shrieking Shack? D’you think we could find a secluded spot?
His deep, silky voice assured her that he could, but only if
she was ready to leave now. Severus
flipped a coin to their waiter and escorted her out swiftly, casting about for
an empty, out of the way place. He found
one and set the spell as Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck. I want
you now…bend over. As she complied,
he lifted her robes and pushed her jeans down to her ankles, positioning
himself behind her. I can’t wait until spring; this is much easier if you’ve got a dress. She was more than ready for him, and he slid
inside her with a grunt, seating himself to the hilt. They gasped at the sensation, and Hermione
quickly used a Charm to allow her to remain bent over and accessible to Severus
– it was hard for her to get a grip on the wall without having her legs free to
brace her. He gripped her hips and pulled
her against him at the same time he thrust forward…the feeling was
indescribable. She wailed as his strokes
hit against her g-spot and his hips banged against her clitoris, creating shock
waves that spread over her entire body.
As she squeezed her muscles around him tightly, he slammed into her a
final time and exploded inside her. She
was driven over the edge at the sound of his strangled cry of release as well
as the feel of his seed shooting forcefully inside her. Their minds slipped into their link and she
could feel his intense pleasure; his head was full of her, only her and the way
she made him feel.
Severus held her tightly against his loins as Hermione
quaked and shivered – bursts of ecstasy quivered through their bond as she
savored her orgasm and he felt her vivid love and lust for him, as unabated as
if this were the first time they’d come together. He pushed a swell of love
through to her and felt it trigger another climax as she writhed and sobbed his
name. As she came down from her sexual high, he stroked her hair, kissed her
back and helped her stand up. He slipped
out of her and tucked himself back in his trousers after twitching his fingers
and activating a Cleansing Charm.
Hermione sagged back against him after she hauled her jeans back up, and
he massaged her shoulders while murmuring praise in her ear. “Ready to go back?” She nodded sleepily and he wrapped his arms
around her to Disapparate. In the
shadows of the alley, a man stepped out of where he had been hiding after following
the couple there. He limped over to the
spot they had disappeared, knowing that they had Disillusioned the spot they
had fucked in…he had heard their voices, along with various other shoppers who
had looked around quizzically at the passion-filled cries. He tossed his long white-blonde hair over his
shoulders, rubbing his aching crotch gingerly as he walked out of alley to the
“Mediwizard, Inc.” shop to get something for bites that had gone septic,
swearing that he would never ask for nor demand another blow-job for as long as
he lived.
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Hermione reluctantly said goodbye to the pleasure-filled
times of the Potions Master’s bedchamber and returned to her dormitory in Gryffindor Tower, while he returned to his reign of
terror in the dungeons. All the students
stared at them, but none could find fault with their conduct – Hermione was
just as much a know-it-all whose upraised hand was ignored by Snape as before,
and Professor Snape was just as irritable and frightening as ever he had
been. The Slytherins were still full of
disbelief at what they considered their Head of House’s betrayal of his values,
until he called them all into the common room for a “talk” where he assured them
that, if he had any power over the situation, he wouldn’t even consider such an
association. The girls dispersed at
this, and the boys began to fire questions at him, but he would only answer
one. When Draco Malfoy demanded to know
just why he would want to be around Mudblood Granger, Snape fixed him with a
glare. “Mr. Malfoy…if you had the power to have the ultimate Gryffindor witch
screaming underneath you, what would you do? Now, go to bed, all of you.”
The subject was never raised again, except for the
occasional Slytherin snickering, “Nice one, sir!” whenever Hermione arrived for
Double Potions. While she would turn bright red, he would lazily drawl out a
thank you and commence with the day’s lesson.
They spent the Christmas holidays with the Grangers, who were delighted
to have their future son-in-law over once again…when Wanda and Stephen were
unable to convince them to accompany them on a skiing trip to France, Severus put Hermione
through her paces in the bedroom, dining room, and kitchen.
And, of course, Hermione received at least one detention
before the graduation ceremony, carefully timed so that Albus Dumbledore had
left the castle on business for the Order.
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When the entire expanse of desk caught on fire, Professor
Snape whirled from where he was placing unused test tubes. Hermione frantically tried to extinguish the
bright pink flames by using a spell which, instead of putting the fire out,
caused it to leap onto the next desk.
Snape took out his wand and aimed it at the fire before it leaped onto
Harry’s robes, causing a mist to issue from it to the flames, snuffing them
out. Harry flopped back in his chair,
clutching his chest in an excess of relief.
Ron’s sleeve was aflame, and he danced around wildly until Snape waved
his wand at it angrily, advancing upon the unfortunate Hermione. “Your…status…
does not excuse willful stupidity, Miss
Granger. Perhaps you think I will
overlook your idiocy? Twenty points from
Gryffindor, and detention. See me after
class,” he hissed. Hermione was scarlet
from shame and the Slytherins jostled each other, pointing at her and making
nasty comments such as “Bet you thought you were such a good shag you couldn’t
get in trouble.”
Her eyes met the professor’s for an instant. If only they knew the whole scene had been
staged. By both of them. She shivered, looking forward to Snape’s
“detention.”
After she had eaten dinner in the Great Hall, she hauled
herself off the bench to sympathetic glances and trudged “unwillingly” down to
the dungeons with a scowl upon her face.
As she entered the empty Potions classroom, she looked around for
Severus – he was sitting at his desk grading papers. She cleared her throat, and announced that
she was there for her punishment. He
raised his head slowly to look at her, and she was glad that she had unbuttoned
her shirt so far down as his eyes rested on her cleavage momentarily. He crooked a finger at her. “I believe you know what you are to do, Miss
Granger.”
A delicious shiver ran through her. That she did.
As she approached, he pointed his wand at the door, closing it and
placing a one-way Silencing Spell upon it as he pushed his chair back far
enough for her to crawl underneath the desk. As she was settled, he pulled the
chair back forward. “You know the
rules. The entire hour.” She heard the rustle of parchment – was he
going to keep grading as she did this?
Excitement coursed through her veins at the thought and she reached with
trembling fingers to undo his trousers.
She grinned as she opened them…he had taken some kind of potion to keep
him calm, because he was still soft. She
would have to rouse him. She worked his
penis and, after some thought, his scrotum out of his pants and felt him begin
to harden in her hand. Leaning forward,
she sucked his semi-erect member into her mouth and he hardened fully once
inside…she drew off of him with a slurping sound and he nudged her with a leg –
he had stipulated that she make no noise.
She wriggled up and kissed his stomach in contrition, and he reached
down to stroke her hair before pushing her back down to her “task.” She licked up and down the silk-covered steel
of his erection, sucking the pre-cum that leaked from the head before drawing
in a breath and deep-throating him vigorously.
She coaxed a soft sound from him and the rustling stopped for an
instant, before starting again. Bobbing
up and down slowly, she caressed his bulging sac, tugging it gently in the way
she knew he loved. She worked him with
her fist for a while as she licked and sucked his testicles, hearing him
continue to grade papers above her.
Once, a knock sounded on the door and she heard him place
the quill down and call out for whoever it was to enter. His hand reached down to urge her to continue
and she obeyed, sucking him slowly as she heard the door creak open and
Professor McGonagall’s voice ask Severus about her. “I haven’t laid eyes upon her for thirty
minutes. Perhaps she wandered off
somewhere? I cannot be expected to keep
track of your students.” His voice was
calm, and never gave a hint of what was happening beneath the desk. “If you are truly that worried about Miss
Granger, I will help you look for her after I am finished.” Hermione heard
McGonagall say something else (her hearing was a bit obstructed, as she was
between her wizard’s thighs at the time) and the door closed again. “And why have you stopped again, Miss
Granger? I believe your time is not up yet. Get going,” he told her, relaxing
in his seat once more and spreading his legs wider. Eventually she had worked him into such a
frenzy that his papers were forgotten and his hips rose and fell involuntarily
as he threw his head back and tried to bite back his moans.
Severus rolled his head over to the clock over the door – it
was time, finally. He’d never had a more
enjoyable detention with a student, and never would again (unless his future
wife had a predilection for role-play).
He murmured to her that she had one last thing to do before she left,
and pushed his chair back to stand. She
crawled out from under the desk and knelt before him, gripping his hips and
wrapping those luscious lips around his cock one last time. She sucked him hard, bobbing up and down his
swollen organ until he felt himself approaching the edge – he backed her
against the wall and spread his legs further, slamming into her mouth as his
balls tightened and his climax came.
Hermione felt him pulse between her lips as he groaned, then
his hot, creamy seed filled her mouth… she closed her eyes and concentrated on
swallowing without choking. She felt the
warmth sliding down her throat into her belly and almost came from the
sensation of it. After allowing her to
lick him clean, he moved his hips back and let her fasten his trousers once
more, idly caressing her face as she did so.
“That will be all,” he said slyly as he motioned to the door and it
swung open. She got to her feet shakily
and worked her jaw gingerly as she felt as though it had been dislocated – she
truly enjoyed servicing her wizard orally, but it was one drawback to having
such an…anatomically gifted lover. “Oh,
and Miss Granger?” She turned at the
door to face him. “You might want to see
Madam Pomfrey for any…discomfort.”
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She had graduated at last, Hermione thought happily as she
joined the other chattering Gryffindors filing out of the Great Hall. She had been at the top of her class and
could barely get her speech out, she was so keenly aware of Severus watching
her. She had felt his pride in her,
along with so much love that she felt dizzy – at long last, they could begin
their life together. All her things,
along with a squalling Crookshanks, had been transferred to Snape Manor days
earlier and she gave Harry and Ginny big hugs as she caught sight of her tall
wizard discussing something with the Headmaster. Lavender ran off somewhere to bid farewell to
Parvati, and Ron was about to go for a kiss when something rapped him on top of
the head sharply. He looked around in
befuddlement, only to see Professor Snape giving him the evil eye and replacing
his wand back into his robes. “Here
comes your one, ‘Mione. I can’t believe
you’re still gonna marry him. Well, you can
always leave him at the altar,” he added in a burst of hopefulness. Hermione gave him a quick hug and pushed him
towards where Molly Weasley waited, beaming.
Severus appeared at her side. Shall we? She nodded,
smiling up at him as the Weasleys bustled up to them. “Severus!
Hermione! You two still haven’t
come over for dinner with us yet,” Molly scolded affectionately. “Perhaps tomorrow night around four?” she
peered at the couple hopefully.
Severus looked back at her evenly. “Well, we have a lot to catch up on, so I
don’t think so-” he caught sight of Ron’s relieved face, and amended what he
was about to say “-but four-thirty would be just fine.” Hermione giggled at an extremely horrified
Ronald Weasley and gave Molly a kiss on the cheek, promising that they would be
there. Then she slipped her hand through
the Potions Master’s arm and allowed him to conduct her out of Hogwarts,
ignoring the myriad stares and whispers of other students and their
parents. As they crossed the wards,
Severus pulled her into him and Disapparated.
They spent the rest of the day making love, talking about
various things in the intervals needed to revive their energy. Hermione showed her lover the scholarship
documents she had received from the Ministry of Magic, enabling her to attain
the title of Professor. “When I complete
the program, I’ll be teaching Muggle Studies, with a minor in Potions. And they
say that I can use a Time Turner – that means I’ll get my degree next
year! Dumbledore hinted that he would
hire me when I got my teaching certificate…he said that students wouldn’t know
what to do with two Professor
Snapes!” She rambled on excitedly, even
disclosing that she had her lessons already planned and how field trips to the
Muggle world would be necessary. She
made Severus laugh when she proclaimed that she had their wedding, honeymoon,
and first child all factored into her timetable.
“Is any time with me
on that schedule of yours? I want to
make an appointment right now,” he said pointedly, flinging the bedcovers back
with a flourish and uncovering what she really
had an appointment with. She crawled
back over to him, unwilling to argue with good planning.
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The arranged dinner at the Burrow came all too soon for
them, and Hermione ran around wildly looking for suitable clothing while
Severus lounged in a chair and watched her.
“Oh, come on, Sev! You can’t wear that towel to dinner,” she
yelled, brandishing a high heel at him.
“And NO robes!” she said from the bathroom. His hand fell away from his first selection
(robes) and he fished around in the wardrobe for jeans and a white long-sleeved
shirt. A spell dried his damp hair and
he was pulling on his boots when Hermione came back in the room, hopping on one
foot as she attempted to fasten her strappy high heels. He knelt before her and performed this
service for her while she grabbed a handful of his hair to help keep her
balance. He looked up appreciatively at
her lavender sun dress that ended mid-thigh, and wondered if there was enough
time…she waggled her finger at him. “No,
there isn’t, we have to go now.” He sighed and stood, encircling her with an
arm so that they could Apparate to the Burrow.
The dinner was excellent, Hermione decided as she leaned
back in her chair with a sigh. She
smiled as Severus complimented Molly – Mrs. Weasley had exclaimed over and over
again how different he looked when not wearing black, something that set his
teeth on edge as soon as they had arrived.
Ron had excused himself from the table as soon as possible, making Ginny
laugh long and hard since she knew the reason for it - Severus had insisted
upon sitting across from him and glaring at him, every other forkful. After helping Molly clean up, they all went
into the yard to talk. Ron made an
unfortunately audible slur concerning his ex-professor, prompting Severus to
ask him how well he did at Transfiguration and usher him to the other side of
the house for a demonstration. Hermione
looked over worriedly, but soon returned to discussing their upcoming wedding
with Ginny and Molly.
They heard Ron’s voice chant a spell for changing a Gnome
into a tea cozy. “Have you ever seen
this one?” came the deep voice of Severus. “Engorgio!” A
shriek sounded in the late afternoon stillness, and then they heard Severus
again. “Matris Persecutus!” This was
followed by Ron’s appearance, the youngest Weasley boy running at top speed by
them, closely pursued by a giant, very excited spider.
As they stared at Ron legging it down the road still being
followed by the spider, Severus appeared and dropped into a chair beside
Hermione. “Severus Snape! What did you do?!?” Hermione yelled in shock.
Her fiancé looked at her innocently. “It seems that the
rather large spider has come to the erroneous conclusion that Ronald Weasley is
its mother.” The rest of the family
collapsed into fits of laughter, and Ginny had tears streaming from her eyes as
she howled, slapping her thigh. Fred and
George looked at their former teacher with respect in their eyes, clearly
wishing that they had thought of such a thing.
They had calmed down somewhat when Ron hustled by yet again, the spider
eagerly bounding after him; they all screamed with renewed mirth before Severus
ended the spell with a flick of his wand and something suspiciously akin to a
smile.
Hermione got the hiccups after laughing so hard, and Severus
patted her on the back as Ron came gasping up to them and collapsed on the
lawn. The twins busied themselves taking
the mickey out of their little brother as the couple took their leave and
Disapparated back to the Manor.
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Their wedding was a small one, as Severus proclaimed that he
“detested public spectacles.” The bride
wore white, something that made her friends nudge each other and grin like mad,
but only when Hermione or her groom weren’t looking. After much argument, they had decided not to
have either groomsmen or bridesmaids, as Severus commented that he didn’t like
anyone, so how could he choose? Sirius
had harassed them both regarding the choice, saying that someone had to make a speech after the ceremony. Severus’ reply was short and to the
point. “Well, Black…aside from the fact
that I detest you with every fiber of my being….if we find ourselves in need of
a speech beginning with ‘There once was a girl from Hounslow,’ we’ll know just
where to find you.”
As Hermione worked long and hard to earn her teaching
certificate, they were both very pleased when she discovered she was pregnant
with twins. Severus had to be forcibly
restrained by Remus and Dumbledore when Sirius, hearing the happy news,
immediately turned to Hermione and asked who the father was. “Don’t you dare try to duel him,
Severus! I don’t want our children to
have a murderer for a father,” Hermione said reproachfully, scowling at Sirius
and making Remus laugh out loud. The two
wizards were constantly fighting and trying to find ways to avoid their
witches’ notice, determined to have it out in a formal duel. Sirius had been given a formal pardon and was
now allowed to return to public life – he had been dating Madam Rosmerta of the
Three Broomsticks for quite some time, but was highly disappointed to discover
she held much the same views as Hermione on the subject of dueling. Not to mention the fact that the comely witch
knew, and liked, Severus Snape. Why this
was, she refused to tell the details of until one night it came out in an
argument between the two men.
Sirius had been, as usual, baiting Severus non-stop to see
how far he would defy his new wife’s wishes that he not fight. Getting no response to his snide remarks, he
kicked things into high gear by casting aspersions upon the couple’s bedroom
compatibility when Hermione had left the room for a glass of water. “How did you manage it, Snivelly? Actually “knocking her up”, as our friends
from across the pond so bluntly term it.
Have to take a potion to get it up?
Well, I guess you can’t get up what you don’t have…” Sirius grinned
broadly as the other man blinked slowly and turned his head to stare at him. He was, however, completely unprepared for
the response he recieved.
“You sound very sure of that…why don’t you ask Rosmerta just
what I’ve got?”
Sirius had paled with rage.
“What is that supposed to
mean, Snivellus?”
“Just this. Before
her judgment was so impaired that she chose you
as a bed partner - and I have been meaning to ask you of the excellent Confundus Charm you’ve obviously laid upon her – she knew
me….how does the statement go? Ah, yes.
In the biblical sense. So don’t be surprised if my name accidentally
slips out sometimes….Snuffles.”
Hermione re-entered the room just in time to see a wild-eyed
Sirius Black jumping the sofa to reach her husband, who was calmly sitting
exactly where she had left him. “What
is going on?!” she exclaimed. She could
practically feel the satisfaction oozing from Severus’ every pore as Sirius,
almost foaming at the mouth in rage, pointed at him and opened his mouth to
speak.
“Now, now, Black… I don’t need you to distress my wife unnecessarily
with your social woes; she’s in a very delicate state, after all,” Severus
drawled lazily, slipping an arm around Hermione protectively. “Are you ready to go? I don’t want this oaf bringing you into
premature labor with his nonsense.” Hermione
had to smile at this, since she wasn’t even a trimester along yet. Sirius wore a “curses, foiled again!” look on
his face as they Flooed back to their manor house.
TBC… Can you believe it? I’m still not done.
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A/N: Okay, so the “Witchy Woman” scene might not ever happen in “reel” life,
but I thought it would be fun to have Severus so out of his element, if only
for a little while. And who knows? She
might really have been abducted while
trying on knickers. I just HAD to put
Lucius in there; it serves him right, lol, and I hope
y’all enjoyed the “Matris Persecutus”
(follow mother) spell. The goatee is
coming up soon, I promise – it will
go hand in hand with a sneaky little spell Sirius tries on our professor.
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