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Chapter Sixteen: Aftermath

Severus was pacing his private chambers, worry furrowing his brow. Not that he would admit it if anyone asked. Albus, that is; no one else would dare; no one else would know to ask in any case, well, aside from Minerva and she was still out cold in the Infirmary. That thought made him snicker, but worry overcame him again and he continued to pace. Hermione had been gone for hours. She was a good student; one of his best. She had learned Occlumency far easier and faster than anyone else he knew; certainly much faster than Potter had done; the prat.

�Where could she be? I never stay for this long unless . . . Merlin�s bollocks, do not tell me that the one time Hermione is summoned by the Dark Lord she has to participate in a Revel! She will never forgive me.� Not that Severus particularly felt he deserved forgiveness for anything he had done and he did not want to contemplate why he would care if Hermione harboured ill will towards him. He was friendless; the snarky, greasy bat of the dungeons. No one liked him and that was just fine. �You like Hermione,� spoke his inner voice. �Shut up.� He was in no mood for this. �Friendship is of no need to me,� he murmured, �it only causes pain. I disdain the love and laughter.� He shook his head. Severus might convince others, but in his own heart, he knew he truly cared.

He was just about to head down his personal secret passage out of the castle that Albus had transfigured for him to escape out of the castle unnoticed for his summonings, when passageways door slid opened from the other side to reveal Hermione.

He was quite glad that Albus had warded his personal entrance with his own special version of the Fidelus Charm. It did not require another person. As soon as Severus stepped through the door to answer a summons, he forgot where the door was. When he returned to the castle, and only if he were alone, he would remember where it was. Polyjuice, invisibility potions, notice-me-not charms, nor any other trickery would not fool Albus� magic. Thus, he knew without a doubt that this was indeed his . . . �Your what, Severus?� He did not bother to think that through.

She appeared to be all in one piece. The Death Eater mask was clenched in one fist, her face expressionless until she saw him. Something flickered in her eyes for a moment and then was gone once again.

�Hermione?�

A stilted nod. �Professor.� This with a sneer.

�This is not good!� �Back to formalities, are we then?� Miss Granger was on the tip of his tongue, but something kept him from speaking it aloud. Unconsciously he knew it would only make things worse.

Hermione stomped through the doorway into the private chambers and flung herself on the bed.

�I look like a foolish child like that,� mused Severus inanely. �Remind me never to do that if I get my life back.� He was beginning to think he would be forever trapped in someone else�s life. If he had kept Hermione�s body, perhaps it would not be such a terrible thing; Seamus, however, was another story. One that came with horrific tidings he could surely do without; unless perhaps he was obliviated.

Severus gingerly climbed into his bed and sat next to Hermione. Hesitantly, he reached out a hand, and, with the remembrance of how she had soothed him, began to rub circles on her back. �Hermione? What happened? You were gone an excruciatingly long time.�

She turned her face towards him in wonderment. She knew that it was as close as he would probably ever come to admitting that he had missed someone. The thought that he would miss someone he had harangued over the years for various infractions, both real and imaginary, made her smile. It lit the Potion Master�s face and took years off his age.

�Tell me what happened.�

�It was a revel, Severus.�

He paled and his hand stilled shortly while he mulled over the implications. �I am truly sorry, Hermione, but am relieved that you were able to fool the Dark Lord. What did he have you brew?�

�Nothing.�

�You did not brew any potions for the revel?�

Hermione shook her head as best as one is able to when lying flat on a bed. �I participated in it. He said he realised one of his number had not enjoyed a revel in a long time and, well, so now you have.�

Severus cringed. �What did you have to do?�

Hermione mulled over the evening. �The Virginia Reel, the Fairy Reel, the . . .� she paused when Severus held up a hand.

�Wait, wait . . . those sound like . . . dances.� �Was she taking the Mickey?�

�Precisely.�

�Are you sure you went to the right place?�

She raised a brow. �Is there more than one red-eyed, snake-like monster slithering around dark groves in the middle of the night trying to kill off all but the pure blooded?�

Severus sighed. �Fine. I just . . .� �Had Voldemort been drinking?� �I have never participated in anything even resembling such behaviour.�

Hermione looked curiously at him. �But Voldemort only insinuated that it had been a long time that you had been absent � not that you had never participated!�

Severus shook his head. �I have, but never with just the Inner Circle which is what you must have been with tonight. Lucius implied once that the Inner Circle enjoyed more . . . secular entertainment, but I cannot say that is what came to my mind; especially knowing his penchant for cruelty.�

Hermione just looked at him.

�You actually danced?�

�Yes, Severus. With Voldemort, no less. And Lucius, and Bellatrix. It was all I could do not to hex that . . . witch when I had to tango with her. I am glad your body remembered the moves even without you inhabiting it. Just why do you know all those jigs and reels and such?�

�Pureblood traditions decree that all children must in fact be able to carry out each and every dance move that may or may not come into play at any given gathering. Ask any of your friends when you are back in your body, Hermione.�

�That was not all I learned tonight, Severus.�

He quirked a brow, silently asking her to continue while fearing the worst.

�Tommy boy,� Severus winced, �has a wonderful hobby. It involves sharp needles. Long, sharp, pointy needles.�

Severus shuddered. �Yes?� his voice cracked in his worry over whatever new tortures the rapscallion had invented.

�Evidently, along with dancing, he simply loves to crochet.�

There was a long pause and then Severus burst into a fit of giggles, which soon became hysterical as he tried in vain to breathe as his face turned redder and redder.

Hermione lurched upright and brought her face close to his. �Breathe!� she commanded. At least that was her intention. However, as she leaned forward and began to speak, Severus also rocked forward in another burst of mirth and their faces collided with a resoundingly solid kiss.

Surprise was evident on both their faces as they back-pedalled on the bed, trying to regain some sense of equilibrium.

Two suddenly blank faces stared at each other in a mutual horror for a several-second long eternity. Then, Hermione began to snicker, quickly followed by Severus. The snickering became cackles, as both parties grew hysterical over what had happened. Before they knew it, they were holding each other, laughing so hard that tears streamed down their faces.

�Can you believe ��

�You kissed � �

�I? No, that was you!�

�No, see, it was most assuredly you, Miss Hermione. Allow me to demonstrate.�

And with that statement firmly in place, Severus leaned forward and pecked her on the lips . . . his own lips, if he were honest with himself, but he thought perhaps it was best not to think about that at the moment.

He drew back slightly and looked up at his own face. �See?�

Hermione wore a confused look on her face; it gave a pure sense of humanity to the man�s face that was rarely seen by anyone � even the Potions Master himself, and he stared in wonderment.

Before she knew what she was doing, she leaned forward and time seemed to still as she drew closer and closer to the smooth lips she saw before her. The visage of Seamus was in the peripheral of her mind but all she saw before her was Severus. She never had imagined being in this position where she anticipated soundly and thoroughly kissing any man, much less this man who had made many years of her student life a living hell � but she had grown to know the man behind the mask he wore and found him . . . caring, intelligent, funny, . . . human. She traced his lips with her eyes, their smoothness, their assured softness . . . how she wanted to feel them against her own.

Severus was entranced by his own dark eyes; the bleakness gone; no longer like two fathomless tunnels, but rich dark pools where a faint but strong light flickered. He lowered his gaze to Hermione�s lips � for now he saw his own body in the background and it was replaced by the soft lips of Hermione�s; lips he remembered quite well from the weeks he had lived in her body. He knew how soft, how delicate those lips were . . . and suddenly they were touching; testing, tasting lips.

There was a brief pause where Hermione expected him to reach up and shove her forcefully away, perhaps off the bed; instead, his arms hesitantly came up around her body and pulled her closer.

Mouths grew increasingly insistent, as the heat between the two grew stronger. Hermione finally drew back in order to take a much needed breath of air. Examining Severus, she found his eyes glaze over in . . . lust. �Merlin, how I want him,� she mused inwardly with a hint of amusement. �Life never ceases to amaze me.�

Severus leaned closer to her and with skilled hands from years of practice, began to unbutton the first of many layers of clothing the Potions Master kept himself swaddled in; Hermione had learned that even were the man not incredibly austere, the extra layers protected him from many of the less violent explosions that occurred in class.

Hands slowly moved downward over her tall frame, rubbing, caressing, fondling as they went; exciting places on this body she felt she must not have realised the existed. How could she have missed these ultra-sensitive spots? Of course, essentially Severus was touching himself, and she did expect that he at least knew where his most sensitive spots were.

Hermione gasped with shock and pleasure as his deft hands caressed the front of her trousers where she had grown hard and full of need. Waves of some indescribable feeling crept through her veins as Severus began his dance of mastery, bewitching her mind, ensnaring her senses � and she gave herself over to him.

She leaned back against the pillows, legs splayed, as Severus eased her aching member from the constraint of the Y-fronts and into the cool dungeon air. The contrast of the cold against the warmth of his hands left a delicious tickling feel that spread itself throughout her body.

Strong, sure hands wrapped themselves around her as soft lips gently encased the head of her sex.

Severus was enthralled; this was not typical of his encounters; few and far between as they were, but he was not repulsed. How many men were curious about their own bodies? More than would care to admit it, of that he was quite sure. Hermione was sprawled on the bed, giving his usually rigid body the look of one who had taken a high dosage of muscle relaxant. Alternatively, perhaps a reversal of Skele-Gro; his body seemed boneless.

Except for that which he held in his hands. He snickered softly to himself.

Experimentally, he ran his fingers over . . . Hermione�s shaft. It was hard and hot and as soft as silk. He smoothed the glistening wetness over the tip and down the sides, knowing how it would make her feel; a delicious spreading of buttery warmth. Gently, cautiously, he leaned forward and suckled the tip. Hermione�s body jerked in pleasure and then relaxed again. A smirk lit Severus� face as he leaned closer to take her more fully in his mouth. He swirled his tongue �round the hard shaft, easing his head back and forth, as he perfected the art of deep-throat.

Hermione�s groans were growing deeper; she was nearly purring in pleasure, as her hips rocked back and forth on the bed.

Although Severus deeply wished he had no memory of his encounter with Potter and Weasley, he found that it had given him an idea of what to do in the situation he now found himself.

A soft whisper under his breath brought a small vial zooming into his grasp. Uncorking it, he poured a generous amount into his hands and rubbed it onto the hard shaft of the body he was in which he was residing. A few drops more and he began to rub the smooth skin under Hermione�s bollocks. He was pleased with the mewing gasps this produced in his partner.

Ever so tenderly, he aligned himself with Hermione�s bum and began to push inwards, stopping ever few seconds to give her time to adjust to this intrusion.

�Oh, oh Severus, don�t ��

He paused, afraid he had hurt her. His fears were assuaged with her next words.
�Don�t stop!� she growled, her voice a low purr.

A small smile graced his lips and he thrust forward until he was fully sheathed in tight, velvety warmth.

Moving on pure instinct, Severus rocked back and forth, pulling out, pushing back in again, and moving faster and faster to keep time with Hermione�s guttural cries of satisfaction. Her muscles gripped him firmly, enhancing the feeling of tight warmth and raising the heat of his lust.

With one final, sure thrust, Severus erupted in a powerful climax, letting go deep within his mate. In his blissful state, he did not realise what his mind had seen fit to label Hermione as. Panting, out of breath but quite happy, he collapsed on top of her, snuggling into her warmth, both of them spent beyond belief, briefly feeling the wetness of their pleasures between them, they dropped into slumber.

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Minerva woke suddenly to find herself staring at a sterile, white ceiling. She could not reason out why she would be in the infirmary . . . but then it came to her.

Hermione. Her dear, sweet Hermione, had been trapped into Severus� body for months now, and all this time that she had been with her love, it had been Severus. He had been forced � no doubt by the meddling Headmaster � into the role, forced into receiving advances from a mentor and a friend, advances she was sure were abhorrent to the poor man who could barely handle a gentle touch of comfort the few times he was cared for by Poppy. And most recently? She had cursed a number of students for their actions with Hermione. True, it was still the girl�s body, even if her spirit had not been inside of it. She should have known it was not Hermione. Seamus was the only Gryffindor that had that incorrigible streak in him to bugger anything that moved. What had she done? What had Albus done? She would bloody kill him.

Grumbling, Minerva flew out of the bed, only to trigger those blasted alarms that Poppy set on her patients.

Seconds later, Poppy flew out of her office to find Minerva bustling her way out of the Infirmary.

�Minerva!� she hissed.

�I must go, Poppy. I am feeling quite fine, thank you.�

Poppy held back a snicker. �Perhaps you would prefer to leave in your own robes?�

Startled, Minerva looked down and realised she was wearing the standard, un-attractive, and backless hospital gown that seemed to dominate the healing world of Wizard and Muggle alike.

�Oh, for Merlin�s sake!�

With a quick flick of her wand, Poppy was holding the gown and Minerva was once more firmly ensconced in her emerald green robes.

Poppy smiled to herself. The Headmaster was in for a rude awakening. Minerva may have been Gryffindor, but her revenge was cunning and ruthless enough to make any Slytherin proud.

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Hermione and Severus were spooned against each other, cocooned in soft warmth that had been missing from their lives as of late.

As Hermione�s mind swam to consciousness, for a brief moment she believed herself to be at her parent�s house, under the comforting weight of her electric blanket; an item she often wished she could charm into working in the Magical world. Heating charms were nice, but sometimes one just needed a blanket. An electric blanket made it all the better.

Then her vision cleared and she realised that she holding the smaller form of Seamus Finnegan in her arms. She blinked, trying to assess why in the world she . . . and then she remembered that she was still in the Potion Master�s body and it was in fact Severus that was curled up beside her, still trapped in the Irish boy�s body.

Bugger.

Hermione slowly stretched, trying not to wake her bed mate.

She gave up all intention of consideration when her stretch revealed a heretofore unnoticed pain in her bum.

�Bugger!� she swore aloud. Even with no prior experience, there was no mistaking that feeling.

Severus had buggered himself.

Hermione shook her head, trying to clear it of all the thoughts and implications that came with them. She found herself humming, �I am My Own Grandpa,� even though that song was a wholly different situation.

Her mutterings stirred Severus out of his slumber.

He smiled to himself as he came to; knowing subconsciously that he had just had the best night of sleep that he had had in years. Why that would be was made abundantly obvious when his stretching brought his borrowed body into fully skin-on-skin contact with the person in bed behind him.

�Bugger!�

�You can say that again,� said Hermione dryly. �Except that I believe I was on the receiving end of that particular action.

Severus felt his cheeks heat as an incriminating blush stained his face.

�Bugger.�

�And I thought Harry had a limited vocabulary when it came to expressing one�s feelings.�

Severus simply shook his head as he simultaneously buried his face in the pillow.

He had spent the night quite intimately with a student who was currently living in his body. He had spent the night being intimate with himself!

Things could not possibly get any worse.
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