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Debaucery Complete	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26266 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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A/N: Kvarta – Thank you for your lovely comments. ‘I like that "new" one’ – yes ‘new’ Hermione seems to be a more fun, open version. ‘This part made me feel giddy’ – hahah, that’s excellent. 'Perfect cliffhanger ending as always’ – I’m glad not everyone hates a cliffhanger ;) ‘I think I'll let her stay with you for a while longer then :) – just one more chapter?
Ali – ‘I have a very soft spot for the Lake District too.’ – I’m yet to visit Scotland but it is very high on my list. ‘Sev quite rightly acknowledged the oil and water mix of a stiffy and cold water’ – Bahahah, loved that! I thought this might have been the last chapter but it isn’t. I think one more. x
OO – ‘Contortionist Hermione’ – hmmm, never thought of that. I wonder if that could go with the ‘Kung-fu’ grip Hermione? ‘I love how they've switched places since the start’ – yes, they seem to be melding in their personalities. I knew you would love that line – I remember you saying you liked something similar I wrote a few fics back. ‘I could use a thorough hug myself.’ – here’s lots! ooooooooox

Chapter 18 – Sinbiotic
“Sevvy, can you lay the table please?”
“I’m sleeping.”
“No, you’re not. You’re reading. I can see you.”
Severus glanced up from his book to see the small globe floating just inside the doorway.
Huffing, he slid a bookmark between the pages and placed it on her bedside table. He was having second thoughts about the value of teaching her the ‘Sky Eye’ incantation. The amount of times she’d used it to spy on him was getting ridiculous. She was a worse stalker than he’d ever been.
“You’re still not moving,” Hermione called. “Breakfast is getting cold.”
Severus gave a sly smirk before throwing the bedcovers back, exposing his naked cock to the globe. Relaxing his legs apart, he simply lay there with his arms crossed.
He heard her snort from the kitchen. “I’ll deal with that later. You do know what’s happening tonight, don’t you?”
Of course he knew. The same thing that had happened the previous three months on the anniversary of the night she’d been snatched by a werewolf. It was a full moon. And something very special happened on a full moon . . . something that made his cock twitch just at the—
“We’re catching up with my Hogwarts friends.”
Oh, fuck! He huffed again, frowning down at his cock. It better not interfere with their full moon frolicking.
“We won’t be late, will we?” he called back.
She laughed at that.
“Of course not. I’m beginning to feel a little . . . wild . . . already. You’ll need to get me out of there before the moon gets too high. Otherwise . . . I might just have to do you . . . right . . . there.”
His cock twitched again.
“But only if you lay that bloody table!”
“As long as I get to lay you afterwards,” he muttered, leaning down to pick up a pair of socks from the ground and hurling it at the globe, knocking it out the door.
Hermione grinned as he sauntered from the bedroom—boxer shorts hanging so low she could practically see his cock—pulling an old grey tee-shirt over his head before running his fingers through his mussed up locks.
He stopped when he saw her sitting at the table, book on her lap, two plates of eggs and bacon before her and no cutlery.
“I don’t suppose you could have retrieved them yourself?” His voice was deep and growly.
“No. That’s your job. Remember how you were going to be responsible for . . . other things.”
“I am.”
He padded into the kitchen, ducking under her low-set cupboards to open the cutlery drawer. She loved seeing him having to negotiate her tiny kitchen. He looked so awkwardly adorable.
“Such as?”
He glanced up at her, having to crane his neck to see through the gap in the cupboards.
“Such as doing half of your work for you.”
Hermione gave a dismissive wave.
“You just do the bits I can’t do . . . Like getting Parsons to spill the beans.”
Severus humphed before returning.
“I have you and your meddling cronies to thank for that.”
Hermione took the cutlery that he offered.
“Draco and Ginny are hardly my cronies,” she said. “And I explained all of that to you ages ago.”
He hadn’t been particularly impressed when she’d related the story of how and why the Amory potion had been created. He was even less impressed with the idea that she’d considered taking it. After the hundreds of women who’d thrown themselves at him, the notion of someone having to take a potion to sleep with him was probably a blow to his ego. Still, she hadn’t taken it. And it also happened to have saved their lives. So she was pretty confident that he’d forgiven her—although he did seem to quite enjoy bringing it up at opportune moments.
“You can interrogate Draco about it tonight if you like,” she added, popping a piece of bacon into her mouth.
“Draco?” He frowned. “I thought this pleasant little gathering was for your Hogwarts friends.”
“Friends and partners.”
He snorted. “So Potter’s fucking Malfoy now is he?”
Hermione clamped her lips together, trying not to smile. “You say the most ridiculous things sometimes.”
He smirked as he lifted his coffee to his lips. “You like it.”
It was true. She loved it. He was so much funnier than she’d expected. He’d been extremely dry and sarcastic at Hogwarts but now she found him to be quite delightfully absurd, just like herself. His delivery was brilliantly timed and so surreptitious that, when they were out together, she was often left shrieking with laughter while he remained deadpan, a single eyebrow cocked to indicate he suspected she had a screw loose.
“I was going to keep it a surprise, but it turns out that Draco is the ‘Mystery Man’ that Katie has been talking about this past couple of months.”
He raised both eyebrows this time. “Katie and Draco?”
Hermione nodded, picking up a triangle of toast with her fingers.
“That’s a good match.” There was a small smile on his lips as he took another sip of coffee.
Hermione watched him closely. She wasn’t concerned about him having residual feelings for Katie but she knew he was ashamed about the way he’d treated her and had been pleased when she seemed to be smitten with another man.
However, Draco would hardly have been Hermione’s first choice for Katie. She needed someone who would treat her well—especially after what she’d been through with the cursed necklace—and, admittedly, with Severus. But there was no accounting for taste—and it was clearly working on some level.
She bit into her toast.
“Did I provide cutlery so that you could eat with your fingers?” he queried.
Hermione took another gratuitous bite and smiled sweetly at him. He picked up his own cutlery and set about fastidiously dissecting and consuming his breakfast—forever the Potions Master in so many of his mannerisms.
“I’ve actually been meaning to ask how you’ve managed to get so much out of Parsons.”
Severus finished his mouthful and took another gulp of coffee.
“Sometimes I let him lick me.”
“Really?”
He peered at her from under knitted brows and she knew she was being gullible again.
“So how do you do it?”
Severus sighed and leaned back. “I carry some dog treats in my pocket, scratch him under the chins and tell him what a good boy he is.”
Hermione smirked. “Anyway, despite your unwillingness to share your ‘wolf whispering’ methods, it has been extremely helpful. He’s implicated so many others in the uprising, we’re going to be interrogating and prosecuting for the rest of the year. ”
“It sounds like the new Head of Division is going to have her . . . hands full.”
Hermione gazed at him wondering, not for the first time, how his luscious voice could mould the most innocuous of statements into sexual ones.
“Indeed, I am.” She decided to ignore the innuendo. “In fact, I’d be far less busy if you’d agreed to the co-head position.”
“I’ve had enough head in my time,” he drawled, easing his backside forward so that his knee nudged hers. “Headmaster, Head of Slytherin, Head fucking spy for Voldemort. I’d rather allow someone else to take the responsibility.”
“And just interfere at every opportunity,” Hermione finished.
He snorted, rubbing his bare leg against hers. “Someone needs to ensure that the correct decisions are made.”
“I always make correct decisions,” Hermione replied in mock indignation.
“Sometimes.” His hand slid onto her knee and massaged it gently.
“I made the correct decision about you,” she smiled, extending her leg to nestle her heel in his crotch.
“I believe so.”
She curled her toes around the warmth of his cock. Dropping his fork, he brought both hands down to massage her foot, simultaneously rubbing it against his swelling member.
“You need to save that for this evening,” she groaned. He had the most wonderful hands. And cock.
“I believe I can make myself . . . available . . . again by then.” He continued rubbing her sole against the contours of his erection.
Her breathing had already turned ragged. “Okay. Just one fuck. On the table.”
He chuckled. She always needed to have the final word—to feel like it was her decision.
With a wave of his hand, he cleared the breakfast away. Eyes never leaving hers, he stood, but rather than stepping around the table, he simply forced it forward with his groin until he reached her, lifting her with one arm and lowering her onto the smooth surface.
The flush of her skin enhanced the silvery hue of the claw marks tracking down one cheek. He loved that she never Glamoured them. They looked like the markings of a warrior. Which, of course, she was.
***
It was the first time that either Severus or Hermione had been in a pub since they’d returned from Scotland. They’d tended to avoid such places, preferring to take walks in parks, drink coffee in quaint cafés, spend hours trawling through book shops and, of course, play chess and just be together in their flats.
Despite the fact that they hadn’t been to any of his usual haunts, Hermione was often aware of being watched. She’d notice a young woman frowning at them from across the room while they were eating breakfast, another looking her up and down in an antiques shop, a couple of women smirking as she and Severus passed on the way into a movie theatre.
Severus was well known—practically a celebrity and, no doubt, people thought it odd to see him with someone as . . . ordinary . . . as she. There were no slutty clothes or gaudy jewellery. She didn’t hang off him, simply holding his hand on occasions or leaning across the table to peck him on the cheek. One woman asked her in the supermarket, when he was off choosing a loaf of bread, if she was his therapist. Obviously people were having difficulty imagining ‘Bad Boy’ Snape settling down with someone so seemingly proper.
But she didn’t care. And even tonight, despite entering a bar which was likely packed with his past exploits, she held her head high, leading him through the door by the hand, dressed in a nice dress and a pair of killer heels. They could all kiss her ass. She wouldn’t be watching him. She trusted him. Despite everything, she had to trust him. Otherwise there would be no future between them. And that wasn’t something she was ready to entertain.
She couldn’t see anyone she knew, so Hermione headed for the bar, figuring that a glass of wine would go down well before the others arrived. Severus would only drink sparkling water but he never minded her drinking alcohol around him. In fact, the only vice he seemed to have retained were the cigarettes. And she’d come to accept those as part of him. She didn’t approve but it wasn’t frequent enough to be annoying. And, she had to admit, the sight of him leaning over his balcony rail in the late evening, shirt open, smoke curling from his lips, was kind of really sexy. Actually, just about everything he did she found sexy so it wasn’t really a tick in the cigarette box.
“Severus! How good to see you!”
A man dressed in a pale blue suit and wearing a chunky gold chain strolled up to Severus with his hand extended.
“Edgar.” Severus shook his hand and nodded stiffly.
“And who do we have this time?” The man flashed a gold tooth at Hermione, who only just managed to avoid screwing up her face in revulsion.
“This is Hermione Granger, the Head of the Ministry for Magic, Magical Creatures Division.”
“Oh.” The man’s smarmy grin fell away. “I see. Well, um . . . pleased to meet you.” He offered a weak handshake. “Oh look, there’s Nigel. I promised I’d buy him a drink. Good to see you both. Bye.”
He forged through the growing crowd, clearly eager to get away.
“Git,” Severus muttered.
“Really? He seemed like such a nice man.” Hermione smirked. “Actually, it’s getting busy, I might grab a table while I can. Would you mind buying?”
“Of course.” He slipped away toward the bar while Hermione sat at one of the bench tables in a corner.
No sooner was she seated than someone slid into the seat opposite.
“Granger.”
It was Draco. She hadn’t seen him in some time and, she had to admit, he seemed different, softer somehow, not as slick and angular and . . . ferrety.
“So the potion worked then?” He nodded at Severus, who stood out in his stark black and white against the bar.
Hermione hadn’t told anyone what had ultimately happened with the potion.
“You might say that.”
“Good. I hoped I hadn’t I’d lost my touch,” he grinned.
She appraised him for a moment. There was something that she’d been wanting to know since Parsons had unwittingly taken it.
“I was led to believe it was an Amory potion. It wasn’t, was it?”
Draco shrugged. “Lust doesn’t last long. I figured you two needed a bit more than that.”
Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door. Ginny came stumbling in, lips locked onto a dark-haired man. Hermione blinked in surprise when they finally came up for air. It was Harry.
“Like I said.” Draco nodded at them. “I figure some people just need a little more.”
It took a few moments for his words to sink in.
“Are you saying that you made a potion for Ginny?”
Draco scooped up some peanuts from a bowl on the table and dropped a few in his mouth.
“Not that she’s aware of. And I’d prefer if it was kept that way. She tends to get a bit . . . feisty.”
“So you gave her a binding potion without her knowing it?” Hermione was on the verge of being appalled when she realised that that was pretty close to what Ginny had wanted to do to her.
“She seems happy.” They looked at the couple who were at it again.
“Doesn’t that particular potion require a sample of a certain bodily fluid?” Hermione frowned.
Draco swallowed his mouthful and tossed a few more in.
“Where there’s a will there’s a way.”
“A way to get Harry’s . . . stuff?”
“Polyjuice.”
Hermione’s mouth hung open. She absolutely didn’t want to know any more.
“I’d met someone else,” Draco continued, apparently unconcerned. “I liked her a lot. Ginny didn’t understand. I needed to do something.”
“Couldn’t you just tell Ginny to bugger off back to her fiancée?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“She wouldn’t have. And, anyway, that wouldn’t have been very . . . nice.”
“Nice?”
When the fuck had Draco Malfoy suddenly started worrying about being ‘nice’? And since when had drugging someone to make them do something that they wouldn't otherwise want to, and deceiving another person as a result been considered nice?
“Dray, I need you over here.” Katie Bell called out from a table a little way away. Hermione hadn’t noticed her there.
“Dray?”
He shrugged again and tossed a final handful of peanuts into his mouth before smirking and sauntering away.
Hermione watched as Katie grabbed him possessively and dragged him down for a kiss. She didn’t expect Katie to come over and talk to her. They were professional at work but she knew that she still wasn’t Katie’s favourite person. Katie had been the one to send Luna back out to Scotland to check on them. Apparently she’d been worried about something. No doubt worried that Hermione was getting too close to her man.
Anyway, there was a chance that ‘Dray’ would eventually make her forget her feelings for Severus—if not with his sparkling personality, she was confident he wasn’t beyond resorting to an underhanded Obliviation potion or two.
Ginny finally released Harry when she spied Hermione sitting in the corner.
“’Mione!” Ginny gave her a huge hug. “I haven’t seen you in ages. I thought you might be avoiding me.”
“No, I’ve just been busy.”
“I bet you have.” She raised her eyebrows and nodded toward Severus who was still at the bar. Hermione’s gaze followed hers. She smiled when she saw him fix the barman one of his stern frowns. Their drinks wouldn’t be far away now.
“And I see that you and Harry seem to be getting along . . . amazingly.” Hermione smiled.
“Isn’t he just gorgeous?” Ginny gazed at him adoringly.
“Um . . .” Hermione looked at Harry who was now talking to Luna. “I can see why you think so.”
It was the best she could come up with. Harry was Harry. She loved him. But he wasn’t Severus. Not by a long shot.
“Well, I just think he is the most wonderful person in the world. I’m so lucky to have him, ‘Mione, I really am. I just don’t know why I couldn’t see it before?”
“Well, sometimes you just need to infuse a little . . . magic . . . into the relationship.”
Ginny nodded as though she’d just said something wise. She hadn’t. And she really shouldn’t be alluding to what Draco had done until she'd had a chance to think about if, when and what she should tell her—in fact, both of them. But it was a conversation for later. Not now.
“Miss Weasley.” Severus had finally returned, handing Hermione a drink.
“Professor,” Ginny replied evenly.
They stood awkwardly for a moment before he continued. “May I have a word?”
Ginny glanced at Hermione who gave a faint nod before she moved around to speak with him. Meanwhile, Ron had arrived and was talking to Harry so Luna approached Hermione.
“Yes, Professor?” Ginny folded her arms.
He cleared his throat. “I wanted to apologise for what happened . . . the last time I saw you.” He was clearly uncomfortable but she remained quiet, allowing him to speak.
“You said that you hoped I’d managed to get that . . . woman out of my system?”
Ginny nodded slowly.
“The truth is that I haven’t. And I don’t think I ever will.”
Ginny could just see Hermione’s back behind him. She wasn’t listening but Ginny was on edge—she wondered where this was going.
“But I realise now that I can only accept the past—not bring it back.” He paused, gathering his thoughts. “One’s life should be dedicated to the living, not the dead—spent with people who enhance life. I’m fortunate to have that now. It’s no excuse and I certainly don’t expect you to forgive me but I wanted to provide you with some sort of . . . explanation.”
“I do actually understand. I’ve lost people close to me too.” Ginny’s lips tightened with the painful memory of Fred.
Severus suddenly reached out with one arm and drew her into him. “And that’s what makes what I did all the more reprehensible. I’ve been wallowing in my own . . . shit for so long, I couldn’t see my way out. And I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to recognise the pain in others—pain that I often caused. I do sincerely apologise.”
Ginny nodded as he released her, looking up into his face and seeing that he meant it. “You can make it up to me by looking after my girl. She’s a pain in the arse. But she has a heart bigger than anyone you will ever know. And she loves you. I can tell by the way she looks at you.”
Hermione had never said it. And yet she didn’t need to. He already knew. They both did. It was so natural that they should be together that neither of them even questioned it. She was an oasis in what had essentially been a desolate life. Even when he’d had everything he thought he wanted, he was never satiated, never quenched, he thirsted for more because it was all wrong—everything. And when he found the right thing, the relief was so monumental, so complete, that it was something he never wanted to risk losing.
He squeezed Hermione’s hand that had been locked inside his for the entire conversation. Hermione squeezed him back.
“And how’s the hugging going?” Luna asked her, an enigmatic smile quirking up the corners of her lips.
“Very well as a matter of fact.” Hermione smiled shyly, but there was a heat in her eyes that revealed the true depth of her feelings for him. “You were right. He is a very good hugger.”
Luna tipped her glass appreciatively before her face turned serious.
“And the demons?”
Hermione sighed. “They’re still there—they always will be I think. But the intensity is gradually subsiding. Now, I can manage to get him back to sleep when he wakes from one of his nightmares. It just takes a hug . . .” She eyed Luna “. . . a proper one . . . and a few reassuring words.”
“That’s wonderful. It really is.” Luna put a hand on her arm. “But I meant yours.”
Hermione stared at her, then sighed deeply. It was just like Luna to see right through her.
“I think I have them on the run too. He calms me. His energy is so . . . fluid . . . sanguine . . . I can’t help but melt when I’m around him.”
Luna smiled. “Maybe another dip under the falls would help with that?”
Hermione laughed before glancing furtively over her shoulder.
“We actually have plans to return . . . on the full moon,” she said.
“Full moon?”
“Oh, it’s just the anniversary of us getting together.”
Luna nodded sagely but Hermione couldn’t help wondering what she knew. She was much like the moon herself—beautiful, bright and mysterious. Luna by name and nature.
Glancing up at the window, Hermione gasped. The full moon had risen and was hanging like a huge luminous melon in the sky.
“We have to go, Severus,” she spoke urgently over her shoulder, her fingernails digging into his wrist. “Now.”
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