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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A/N: Ok folks, last
chapter! Maybe some day I could be
persuaded to write about what happens after
“Missing You,” we’ll see – it wouldn’t have too much of a plot, I wouldn’t
think…by that time, Voldy-poo is gone and so are his Death Eaters (well, maybe!
And it seems I read your mind, Emmie)
Thanks so much for the reviews and for your thoughts
regarding the HG/SS/LM…I realize that not everyone’s into the same thing and
that’s cool (Minerva, you’re so right – no one is forcing people to read) and on that note: siriusluv, when I write
“goatee” I actually mean a little beard, like Alan in Die Hard *woof*– and it’s
just for the time being as he’s yet to beat the Counter Curse out of Sirius
Black for fixing his hair so don’t get your knickers in a twist, lol…if you
don’t think he looks extra delish with a beard when he’s got short hair, there
must be help for you out there somewhere <g>
WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH
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Severus Snape Apparated quietly behind the clearing where at
least a dozen Death Eaters were gathered, talking loudly. Well, as quietly as he could – the air
displacement still made a certain amount of noise and the tell-tale black
tendrils were visible, but he was counting on the other wizards being so
involved in their discussion that they wouldn’t hear or see his arrival. He settled down into the grass and
Disillusioned himself, crawling forward so that he could hear what they were
saying – he cursed himself for not bringing along a pair of those ridiculous
Extendable Ears of Hermione’s. He got
closer, his blood turning to ice as he picked up their words.
“…At Hogwarts, with their two mongrels. You understood what you’re to do?”
“I think we should kill him
first, she’s not as strong and couldn’t protect them.”
“Oh, and have the same kind of thing happen to us that
happened to the Dark Lord? I don’t think
so, you stupid idiot!”
Severus recognized Lucius Malfoy’s sneering voice. “No matter what happens, I get her. She still has to
pay for killing Macnair and for what she did to me – is that understood?” A chorus of voices said that yes, they
understood. “Our Great Lord has told us
that we are to punish the traitor. They
will be watched constantly, and we will wait for the “Half Blood Prat” to slip
up. He can’t be with them all day, now
can he? The mixed-breed brats will be
murdered first, and that’s all there is to it.
I want Snape and his whore to watch.”
With that, the Death Eaters turned the conversation to what they all
would do the next weekend – Crabbe and Goyle wanted to go watch cricket, but
Dolohov stated that it had been too long since their last “party”, reminiscing
about the seven unwilling Muggle women they had all raped and tortured before
killing them. The others laughed and
agreed to it, except for Malfoy whose equipment was still too sore. Severus remained still, listening to them
tease the other Death Eater about it and finally Disapparating back to their
public lives. When he was sure that they
had gone, he slipped from concealment and Disapparated back to the main gates
of Hogwarts.
He made his report to Albus, who looked at him
sympathetically. “I think I’ll have to
set up a safe house for them, Headmaster.
I was thinking of that house…you know, the one on Spinner’s End? We’ll go tomorrow after classes.”
Albus nodded and placed a hand on the Potion Master’s
shoulder as the other man was about to leave.
“Just ask Minerva or myself if you need assistance, Severus. It certainly seems as though your family will
be the first they try for, and I take my role as Godfather very seriously,” he
said with a reassuring smile. The
younger man nodded solemnly and took his leave, rubbing his hand over the
goatee (small beard!) his wife had
provided him with. Dumbledore watched him go, and then turned to Fawkes who
trilled a comforting note at him as he stroked the phoenix affectionately.
The next afternoon, Severus conveyed his family to the
dilapidated house. “It’s not much, but I
don’t believe they’ll know to look for us here.
Minerva offered to be our Secret Keeper in case we need one, but we
should be fine. I think that wherever
they look for us, or more importantly, you three, it will be at the
Manor.” He shifted a wriggling Salazar
over to his other hip and placed a pale hand on his wife’s shoulder. What do
you think, Nin? I believe I can get the fireplace here connected to the Floo
Network – unlisted, of course – with a bribe to one of the regulators. Hermione looked up at him, her face pale in
the shadows of the cold, dark house.
If it means we can get
beyond their reach, I’d say do it. I’m
all for obeying the law but there’s no way I’ll let someone hurt our
children. She stared up at him
determinedly until Contessa broke her concentration by almost doing a backflip
out of her arms and onto the floor. She
lunged to catch the little girl, who giggled and called, “Again, Mummy!” Her parents looked at each other wryly and
traded children – impudent little Tessa always seemed better behaved around her
father, and Sal loved nothing better than to be with Hermione. Let’s get these two down for a nap,
love…then we can have some alone time.
She shuddered at the sudden surge of desire rushing from Severus to wash
around her at this suggestion. Or better yet, maybe Ginny can watch them
for a bit, asleep or not. They
Apparated back to the main gates of Hogwarts, proceeding at as decorous a pace
as was possible with the amount of lust burning inside them. They passed the children off to their Aunt
Ginny, who wisely took them elsewhere as she had seen that “look” on both their
faces before.
As soon as the Silencing Spell was cast on the door, they were
on each other. Severus crashed into the
wall as Hermione pushed him up against it, kissing him eagerly and fumbling
with the buttons of his coat. Why do you always wear this? It takes
forever to get it off! I’m having a
zipper sewn in it, Professor Sn-ummmphhh…she moaned into his mouth as his
tongue captured hers and explored her mouth sensuously.
They could have divested each other of clothing by way of a
spell, but they had long since learned that the anticipation heightened their
coupling so therefore did everything “by hand.”
Severus slid his hands down his petite wife’s body, gripped her hips and
pulled her up so that she not only could kiss him from a better angle, but wrap her legs around his
waist at the same time. This opened her
legs to him, and he placed one hand on the delicious curve of her sweet ass –
pressing her against him, he ground his hips into her…his movement placed his
rock-hard erection precisely in the vee of her thighs. She broke the kiss and gasped as she felt the
iron ridge of him rubbing against her panties and stimulating her clitoris
through the fabric. Drowning in the
sensation of her softness against him, Severus whirled to place her back
against the wall and ripped her shirt open, sending the buttons popping off to
bounce against the wall and the floor. He
was glad when she finally opened his coat, and he thrust his hips forward to
pin her against the wall as he dropped his arms to slide the garment off his
shoulders. She was wild-eyed now,
panting and gasping his name in a way that made him ache to bury himself deep
inside her and make her scream it louder.
He tore his own shirt off, reached behind Hermione with one hand to pop
the clasp of her bra, and palmed her breasts roughly, rolling the nipples
between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.
She was gyrating madly and thrust both hands in his hair reflexively –
unfortunately, thanks to Black, she couldn’t get a hold so she dropped her
hands to his neck, lacing her fingers together.
“For Merlin’s sake, Severus – fuck me already!” she howled
in frustration as he continued to grind slowly against her. Severus placed her back on the floor and slid
his trousers down to his boots, hooking a finger over the waistband of her now
sodden panties and drew them off. He
restrained her from diving to her knees and taking him in her mouth, looking
down at her and feeling satisfaction flow through him at this small beautiful
witch who was now begging for him, needing him as if she couldn’t breathe
without him inside her. A lady shouldn’t have to beg, he said
silkily and with a jerk, tossed her up so that she could wrap herself around
him once more. He guided his throbbing
cock inside her wet core and pressed her down hard so that he was fully
embedded in her silken heat. He felt her
delight as he held her in place and thrust in and out without needing a
support. I could do this to you all day…God, you’re so tight…and wet…
Severus transferred his grip on her and began to draw out of her pussy slowly,
slamming back in with such force that her tiny body jerked as she keened with
pleasure. He kicked out of his boots and
freed himself from the trousers that pooled around his feet and strode over to
a chair whose back looked to be just about the level of his own waist… lifting
her off of him, he laid an Immovable Charm upon the chair. Grab
the back of it, that’s right, face away from me. He felt her shivers as he grasped her legs
and raised her parallel to the floor, walking between them. Severus held her up with his powerful arms
and maneuvered his thick shaft at her entrance, thrusting gently so that the
leaking tip of his penis rubbed with delicious friction against her nub.
Hermione tried to focus on not letting the chair go – she
knew he wouldn’t drop her, but the instinct was still there. When she felt the blunt head rubbing against
her she mewled loudly. Oooh, put it in, Sev…it feels sooooo gooood.
Mmmmmnn, yes…deeper…deeper…no,
no, no, don’t take it out, please put it ba-aaaaahhhhhh…good boyyy…she
babbled to him nonsensically as she was filled up and taken on one of the most
pleasurable rides of her life. It felt
as though at this angle, she should be able to feel him in her throat, he was
in so deep – she didn’t complain when he dumped her on the floor on her hands
and knees so he could get more leverage without bruising her. Every stroke of his pulsating organ took her
another inch towards her climax and she began to shove back against him, ready
to be pushed to the edge and beyond and fully intending to take him with
her. She loved making the stern,
forbidding Potions Master lose control – he was recalcitrant and sometimes
downright scary in public, but with her he was tender, loving, and an absolute
animal in bed with no shame at all…and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Cum for
me, Severus…
As my lady commands,
so shall I do. Severus smiled, thrusting even harder. He could feel her muscles locking down on him
as she screamed her climax, and he fought the urge to orgasm, still pistoning
in and out steadily. He could feel her
peevishness at his “evasion” of her command and had time later to marvel at her
trickery as she used their bond to reach into his mind and send a burst of
stimulation to the pleasure centers of his brain. What do you think you-oh, Godddd… he felt as if an iron band were
tightening around his lungs; he couldn’t breathe and his brain began to shut
down as the feelings he had been enjoying heightened into unbearable
ecstasy. His head was thrown back as he
experienced a climax so powerful, he almost blacked out. As it was, he collapsed on Hermione,
flattening the traitorous little witch – what the hell had she done to
him? He didn’t even register his wife struggling
to get out from under him nor was he aware when she slapped the sides of his
face and called his name.
“Severus? Severus!
Are you okay? Severus! Talk to me,” Hermione said, panicking as her
husband lay there on the floor without moving or speaking; his eyes were
dilated and his pulse was erratic – she felt instantly guilty about what she
had done. She had been reading her
mother’s anatomy and physiology books and had gotten the idea that, since they
were so intimately connected and able to speak with each other internally, they
could take that connection one step further – after all, he was able to
persuade her mentally so she could “feel” a touch (a pinch on the rear was the
usual example) if he convinced her of it.
Having never been able to duplicate this on him, she had decided to try
for messing with the areas in his mind that would give her much the same
result. Now, it seemed as if she had
overdone it – had she hurt him? As she
thought this, a shudder ran through her wizard’s muscular frame and his eyes
re-focused.
“What the hell was
that?” Severus shook his head to
clear it and glared up at Hermione, who was sitting on her heels and biting her
lip, looking for all the world like a fifth year caught sneaking potion
ingredients. Naked. She stammered out her explanation, actually
edging away from him and wringing her hands.
“I’m not my father, Hermione,” he reprimanded. “But I’d rather not be subject to any more
experiments without my knowledge…especially during sex.” He ran a hand through what was left of his
hair – damned Black – and sat up, looking over at his wife who looked utterly
woebegone and stretched a hand out to her.
“You look pathetic, get over here.”
She almost knocked him over again rushing to him and muttering an
apology into his collar bone. Do that again and I’ll shave your head,
Madam Snape. She giggled weakly and
burrowed against him.
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Dumbledore made sure that the Snapes were surrounded by
Aurors every second of the day, even with Severus looking seven different directions
at once when he accompanied his wife to Hogsmeade or London.
One presumed Death Eater was apprehended after he tried to attack the
Professor outside of a lingerie store in Diagon Alley – when the Headmaster
questioned the Aurors about it, he received the reply that the Saleswitch
inside had hired the wizard to chase Snape through the doors..this was a week
later when the man could actually talk, as the Potions Master had seen him
approaching and subsequently hexed him to within an inch of his life. There had
been a most curious gleam in Madam Snape’s eye when he had informed her of the
attacker’s mission, and Albus was admittedly curious as to why that was. When he and Kingsley Shacklebolt questioned
Severus, all they got was a snort and one of his patented glares that announced
the fact that he’d take the information with him to the grave before sharing
it. Ah, well. The Headmaster leaned over to stroke the head
of Fawkes, who warbled at him lovingly.
He thought back to when the Head of Slytherin had come to him about his
feelings for the young Gryffindor – they certainly had come a long way
together. The Snapes were a very loving
couple though their fights, however infrequent, were the stuff of legend. Severus seemed to be born with a bad temper
and though he tried his best to bottle up his ire when around his wife, it
still seeped out on occasion – far from accepting this, Hermione never failed
to take him to task for it. Thinking
back to last month’s fracas, Albus grinned.
***
No one ever knew just how it had started; like all the
Snape’s marital clashes, it was safer to simply be someplace else when it hit
the fan. Students stopped and listened when
the raised voices penetrated the corridors from the direction of the dungeons
(Madam Snape’s classes were held close to the Potions classroom). “Severus Snape, you are impossible,
irritating, infuriating…”
“It seems as though we’re well suited to each other, then!”
“Oh, go play with whatever the hell you’ve got in those
disgusting jars!”
“I’d much rather be around them than around you…!”
“Ohhhh…don’t you dare, you great stupid git! Go find another color to wear, there’s an
entire rainbow, in case you haven’t heard the news!!!!”
“That’s a bit rich, coming from Ms. Nauseating Pink and Purple!”
“Your animagus form should switch to match you – an ass!”
“The only reason your animagus
form is a dove is because the form of an irritating
gnat was already taken…!
“You’re so thick it’s amazing!”
“Two of a kind then, what did I tell you?”
“Overgrown bat!”
“Brainless bint.”
“Hulking moron.”
“Insufferable know-it-all…hey, don’t go in there!”
“Don’t you dare
try to tell me what I can and cannot do, Severus Ignoramus Snape!” This was followed by the sound of a door
slamming. Silence, then the door was
heard to open again. “Why didn’t you
tell me you still had students in there?!?”
Another door slammed, and the other teachers who had also paused to
listen began shooing the students to their classes briskly. When Albus saw the Potions Master later that
afternoon, he asked what had been the cause of the argument. Severus had stared at him haughtily for a
moment, and then admitted that he had absolutely no idea.
***
The Snapes were called to Grimmauld Place a few more times during
the summer holidays when the twins turned two years old. Severus practically beat the Counter-Curse
for fixing his hair out of Sirius when Hermione was occupied with setting up
The Three Broomsticks for the wedding reception. She was very pleased to see his hair long again
and, although she loved how he looked with a beard, wanted him back to the way
she had first seen him. Remus and Tonks
served as go-betweens before Sirius and Rosmerta got married – Sirius had
declared all-out war upon the Slytherin after having to cough up the Counter
Curse while having his head shoved in a toilet.
Hermione dragged her unwilling mate halfway around London in search for the perfect wedding gift
and finally they (she) decided upon a portable garden, somewhat like Fred and
George’s “gift” to Umbridge but with a lovely variety of trees and scented
flowers. She hushed Severus after he
suggested nastily that they buy the newlyweds an array of marital aids, stating
“That bugger would need all the help he could get.” Hermione suggested that they try to put aside
their differences – perhaps he could buy Sirius one of those nice knives that
could open any lock? “No thanks, I
really don’t fancy arming him with something he could use to sneak into our house
so he could hex me again.”
The wedding was beautiful, with many well-wishers and
friends gathered there. Severus wrote
out the card for the couple, and Hermione was startled to see how satisfied he
looked when his rival opened it, read it aloud, and thanked them politely. You
look like the cat that’s got the canary – fess up, Sev. What’d you write in there?
Me? Nothing
special. I’m sure Rosmerta
will…appreciate… its content later on tonight.
They didn’t stay too long at the reception, the children
were tired and swiftly becoming crabby.
After getting Sal and Tessa tucked into bed, Severus pulled Hermione
into his arms as soon as he set the wards around the Manor house and began
kissing her. The wine they both had
drunk was going to their heads and Hermione slid her hands into her husband’s
shirt sensuously…they had never made love when inebriated; she wondered how it
would differ from their usual coupling. Her thought process stuttered to a halt
as he began using his mouth on other parts of her, gently pushing her onto her
back in front of the fireplace. She
arched her back as his tongue began to stroke her inner thighs, swirling over
occasionally to dip into her wetness.
Languor spread through her bones as she opened her legs further to
him. “Mmmm, you’re so good at that,” she
murmured, reaching down to run her fingers through his long hair. She gasped as he rubbed his tongue against
her clitoris and began to suck gently – he always acted as if there was nothing
else he’d rather be doing- and she kicked off one heeled sandal, stretching her
leg underneath him to rub it against his arousal. He groaned against her, his fingers
tightening on her thighs.
He kissed and licked her until her hips wriggled wildly and
she climaxed against his mouth, screaming.
Severus moved to kneel between her legs, two fingers moving idly against
her and prolonging the spasms of ecstasy while his other hand worked on
unlacing his trousers and sliding them down far enough for him to have enough
leverage to begin thrusting inside her.
His swollen cock strained eagerly towards her and he almost came when he
saw the way she pushed herself up with her elbows and stared at it, licking her
lips. She looked up into his eyes and
grinned wickedly as she beckoned to him. Up
here, first… He moved to straddle her
and lowered his hips so that his engorged phallus hung directly above her
lips. Lower, please! He grinned
and dropped lower…his grin disappeared as his mouth opened in satisfaction at
the feel of her hot little mouth wrapping around his cock. This felt dirty as hell, fucking her mouth,
but he knew that she absolutely loved it – of course, he didn’t mind
either. He groaned as she gripped his
hips and pulled him down onto her face so that his balls were pressed against
her chin and her forehead was flush with his pubic bone. It felt as if lightening were coursing
through him; ah, Merlin, but it felt good!
“We’d best stop now, or you’ll be getting more than wine to drink,” he
threatened, moaning when she swallowed convulsively around him.
She released him and let him slide from her mouth with a
popping sound that made her laugh. He
sat back against one of the pillows she “accio’d” and settled her on his lap as
she reached beneath herself and guided him inside her. He pressed down on her hips and made a low
noise deep in his throat as she sank down onto him. Bracing his feet on either side of her, he
began to push up into her. Hermione
leaned back slightly to place her hand behind her and steady herself as her
wizard thrust in and out of her, his cock filling her then sliding out slowly
and setting all her nerve endings afire.
They made love slowly and sweetly, not needing to rush things –
attending the wedding had brought back fond memories of their own nuptials and
they had been more than ready to return home where they could indulge their
feelings. Tightness began to build and
Hermione braced herself with both hands on the floor as Severus thrust harder
and faster, readying for his own release.
He guided her up and down on his swelling cock and pulled her down hard
as he felt his sac draw up against his body.
She wailed another orgasm just as his rolled over him and he pulsed
heavily deep inside her contracting sheath, groaning her name against her neck. She pushed off from the floor and curled her
legs around him as he drew her closer, kissing her tenderly. What I
would do without you, I don’t want to ever know, my love. He conveyed her to their large bed and curled
around her, ready for sleep as she asked what exactly he had done to Sirius. The
card…there was an incantation in it that the idiot read out loud. So now, while we are tired from lovemaking,
they are tired from doing absolutely nothing – it was an impotence spell. He smiled into her hair and felt her
giggle tiredly and snuggle into him as she told him that he was evil, did he
know that? He replied that, yes indeed,
he was aware of it.
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The Death Eater attack finally came when it was least
expected – the start of term banquet and the Sorting. Professor McGonagall had just sorted Smythly,
Michelle, into Ravenclaw when the enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall went
blank. Great tremors rocked the Hall and
the teachers all came to their feet with wands out as a tingling zap passed
through every person present. Severus
looked at Hermione, then they looked as one to Dumbledore, who wore an enraged
expression. “The wards are coming
down! Prefects, get the first years into
their Houses immediately. The rest of
you, wands out! We have approximately
ten minutes before they arrive, unless some of them are on brooms.” He instructed Minerva to organize the
students into ranks – normally he would never put the children at risk, but
he’d be damned if they’d be sitting ducks for Voldemort to pick off one by
one. He sent the ghosts on
reconnaissance; perhaps they could get a good look at their attackers and give
them time to organize a suitable defense.
He turned to the Potions Master and the Muggle Studies teacher. “Severus, Hermione. They’ll waste no time trying to get to you
and your children. One of you will have
to take Contessa and Salazar to safety, and you’ll have to go through Voldemort’s
people to do it…whatever they did, it disconnected the Floo network.” Turning away from the couple, he strode away
bellowing orders and calling for Harry to be brought – it looked as if the last
battle was upon them. He shook with rage
at the fact that the Death Eaters were attacking children.
Severus and Hermione ran to the dungeons to where Sal and
Tessa were still fast asleep in their beds, arguing about who would take
them. “Severus, they need their father
now. You’re the only one who can get
through them… please,” Hermione
begged, tears sliding down her cheeks.
He stared at her a moment longer, then crushed her to him in an embrace.
“I’ll come right back for you, I swear it, Nin.” They kissed one last time. “I love you.
I’ll come back.” He swung on his
cloak and plucked the children out of bed.
They woke with a start and immediately sensed the overlying mood, the
way children always seem to do.
“Mum! Mummy!” they
cried, stretching their arms out to her when it became clear that their father
was taking them somewhere. She cried
harder, placing a quick kiss on each of their heads. As he began to turn away, she flung the cord
of the Time Turner around his neck – maybe, somehow, it would keep her beloved
safe. He looked back at her a final
time, his anguish at leaving her plain.
Then he was gone, running with his precious cargo. She wiped her eyes roughly…why wouldn’t the
tears stop? Then she grasped her wand
firmly and sprinted up to help the others.
The first ranks of Death Eaters arrived at the same time she
did. A blast from a tall blonde woman
killed a line of Hufflepuffs before they had a chance to react, and the
students were forced further into the school.
A stream of Dark wizards pushed them back and ran past, Cursing students
right and left. Hermione recognized the
long hair of Lucius Malfoy behind his mask as she stood protectively in front
of a bunch of first years who had escaped from their common rooms, obviously
just wanting to see what was happening.
The tall man raised his wand and sent a hex at Hermione which she
blocked – he sent three more in rapid succession and she just managed to block
them when she heard him begin the incantation of an Unforgivable. “AVADA KEDAV-” he started, but Hermione was
faster. “Avada Kedavra!” she howled, putting all the hatred she could into
the spell. Green light blazed in the
hall and Lucius dropped silently, seemingly untouched. She whirled on the first years. “GET TO YOUR COMMON ROOMS NOW!”
They scrambled obediently.
The fighting was the most intense around the doors, and the
flagstones were littered with bodies – her heart twisted as she realized that
most of them were students. The
remaining defenders were nearly fainting in fear as a tall, white skinned man
with red eyes stepped through a breach in the walls. Voldemort had arrived at last. She saw him square off with Dumbledore and
shook her head in disbelief as she noticed that Harry had Apparated just behind
the dueling wizards…how had he..? Ah,
yes. The wards preventing Apparation had
been brought down. Another Death Eater appeared in front of her and engaged her
in a duel – she brought the man down easily with a Curse Severus had taught her
and turned to keep her eyes upon her friend, but he had already hexed Voldemort
into oblivion with the Killing Curse.
They swept through the rest of the castle, apprehending
various Death Eaters, until the premises were clear. Dumbledore led them all down to Hogsmeade,
where fighting was still happening…Hermione was so busy fending off curses and
hexes that she could barely spare a moment looking for her family, but then she
caught sight of something – a tall, raven-haired man silhouetted against the
flames of a burning house…was it Severus?
Aurors were pouring into the village now, helping the teachers and
students regain control of the situation.
Hermione automatically reached her mind out to her husband and found…blackness. SEVERUS!!!
Talk to me, damn it…! She
Disapparated to Spinner’s End and found the thing she feared the most…the Dark
Mark was hovering just over the roof….
*****
Severus had just managed to evade several of his former
comrades near the Shrieking Shack – he was desperate to find a clear space to
Disapparate; in close quarters, there was a very real danger of being splinched
and he wasn’t about to risk his children’s lives. As it was, he had to hide in the shadows and
watch as the Death Eaters fought and killed the inhabitants of Hogsmeade. Students and other teachers began to arrive,
and he took his chance, Disapparating with Sal and Tessa who were clinging to
him in terror. He Apparated in Spinner’s
End and began to approach the house when he heard it.
“MORSMORDRE!” The Dark Mark appeared in the sky directly
above his destination and two wizards began to advance upon him. He put the children down and quickly deployed
a Shielding Spell, standing in front of them protectively.
“Well, well…Crabbe and Goyle. The both of you are too stupid to live,
really. Why don’t you just back away
from me before I’m forced to do something you don’t like?” he bluffed, hoping
they couldn’t tell that most of his energy was focused on maintaining the shield. The way they laughed at this dashed his hopes
– they knew. One of the wizards raised
his wand, pointing it at his chest.
“AVADA KEDARVA!!!!!”
A rush of greenish light flowed towards him and he threw the
rest of his energy to buffer the shield on Contessa and Salazar. I’m
sorry, Hermione…
Darkness rushed in.
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A/N: Well, you know
what happens after this… and how freaky is Hermione, messing with his “head”
like that, lol.
Well, someday I’ll get around to writing a sequel to “Missing You”…so he
can get her back, nine + years later.
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