Old Posters,Paper Flowers, and Angel Wings

Three weeks Later

Hermione was reading her inheritance from Dumbledore Beetle the Bard for what felt like the hundredth time. Scrimgeour, the new Minister of Magic, during Harry’s Birthday party gave her the book two months ago. It was obvious that the Minster was suspicious of the contents considering he withheld it from her and Harry. She had no doubt there was a reason for this but for the life of her could not figure out why. But she did read it and keep it with her as well as the snitch and the Deluminator at all times. The sword of Griffindor that was also passed to Harry was withheld for reasons the Minister would not name. The idea of not having something so powerful taken from them was a very unsettling thought.

To be frank the entire two months were unsettling to her. She was forced to alter her parent’s memories to make sure they were safe. She had to lie to Mr and Mrs. Weasley the only other parental figures in her life and make them worry constantly. She watched as the Ministry fell to Death Eaters, murdering Scrimgeour and essentially making Voldemort the Minister of Magic. She was forced away from two safe places, the Burrow and Grimmauld Place that she considered home and separated from her other best friend Ron in the fray of his oldest brother’s wedding. She was separated from her friends from the Order and Dumbledore’s army not being able to lend support and help in their various troubles in life. She especially regretted the way she left Remus after the row he and Harry had. She wanted to take Remus with her so she would not feel so out of her league. In the end it was better that he didn’t considering the real reason he offered his services. Tonks was having a baby, and he was not all happy at the prospect of it. He was worried about them being social outcasts, and worst yet inheriting his “condition” of being a werewolf. Harry got angry with him for leaving his family and called him a coward. She never thought she would see the day she saw this gentle, wonderful, compassionate man actually draw out his wand and use it on Harry. She ran after him and pleaded with him to come back but he never did. She prayed that they make it ok, she could not bare the thought of something happening to him and not be able to sort things out and be friends again.

The other thing that troubled her besides the row, was the paper that Remus brought with him that told her and Harry troubling things. Harry was considered enemy number one and a bounty was actually put on his head. Then there was her name on a list of Muggles that were set to for interrogation for “stealing” magic. Lastly Severus Snape was appointed Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

She outwardly was outraged at the thought, but inwardly was curious and intrigued at the thought and despite all rational thought was worried for him.

He had told her the manner of Dumbeldore’s death was planned for their primary goal to work. Was taking the job part of this goal or was it simply part of going along with the Death Eaters and keeping his cover?

Damn it all! She was not supposed to care for that vile, bitter, and bully of a man. She was content with the knowledge that he was evil and it was just to hate him and until that
that night she did. For some reason that night they where together she could not walk away from him. And in that brief moment in time she saw a glimpse of the true man that was Severus Snape. A complex fascinating man that she could sympathize with and admire who made her hurt go away.

She still felt him touch her, heard his breath thick with lust. The way he held her after, like there was nothing in the world but them.

She hated that she feared for him and what he had to face every day as a spy. Now that Voldemort had all the power the risks where getting greater and greater for him. She had already made this promise to Harry to stick to the end to whatever fate it lead. She hated the fact that her best friend and the one she longed for were enemies and would never see eye to eye.

She shook herself to get away from that train of thought. She had to plan the ministry invasion to get the real locket Horcrux. Another piece of information gotten in Grimmauld Place from Kreatcher. He told them of the story of switching the lockets and trying to destroy the real one. He failed no matter how hard he tried. He also told of his furry of when a fellow Order member took it and gave it to a minister worker as a bribe.

A ministry worker that was none other than Dolores Umbridge. A nasty piece of work that can’t be underestimated. She proved that fifth year when she took over the school and made it intolerable, giving out vicious punishments and making friends into enemies She will not let Umbridge get the best of her in this situation or any other.

“Don’t worry Harry we will make it,” she said at his concerned face.

“I hope so Mione for everyone’s sake”. As he nestled into her and put his head on her shoulder.


Meanwhile at Hogwarts

Severus Snape was going about his duties like any other day or so it would appear to anyone on his staff. He however felt as though he was being torn apart with madness. He was forced to put two vile individuals in charge of DADA and Muggle Studies, a brother and a sister by the name of Carrow. They where two of the most vicious death eaters around. He had no choice but to employ them, it was the only way to contain their lust for blood, but the idea revolted him. He also hated the way his co-workers looked at him now. Even the ones that never liked him showed him civility and respect, now they show nothing but contempt and fear. They stayed not for him but to protect the children, something he could not help but respect.

Dumbledore’s portrait was made on his behest, but was not hung with the other headmasters on the wall in his office. He hung him in his private study in the back where he was covered unless he was speaking to him. And that was only when it was necessary. It was hard looking at the man he killed even months later.

The final and possibly the worst thing was that he did not know if Harry Hermione were alive or dead. His entire adult existence was dedicated to keep Harry alive, and now he was separated from him, not knowing if his hard work was worth it.

Dear Hermione.
Even when he was not thinking of that night he despite himself worried for her with the law or what passes for the law these days descending upon her. He truly admired her loyalty, courage and intelligence, there was no way Harry could have survived this long without her. But it always came back to the same thing with her, how it would be like to touch her again hold her and have her be there in his bed the next morning.

He was not the type of man that would linger on what was past or what was considered a lost cause. For some reason he needed to hold out hope that she wanted him as much as he wanted her and that night meant something to her as well, something that they could build on. So much so that he would dream about it, how different it would be if he had a second chance.


She would be sitting there in the master bedroom of Grimmauld Place crying over the loss of loved ones from the war. She would be sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a sweater, skirt, and high heels her hair in a ponytail. He would be in his usual attire of black slacks, white shirt, and black waistcoat and shoes. She would be startled at his appearance but not afraid. She would resist his embrace at first but eventually melt into his arms allowing him to feel her body and smell her hair once more. She would look up into his eyes with her chocolate brown ones after they spoke and offered sympathy to each other. She would attempt to kiss him on the cheek as a gesture of thanks. He moves in that split second, making it the kiss on his lips instead. They would be surprised but not sorry for the contact.

He stops for a moment to look at her, to wait to see if she objects he was not the sort to force himself on a woman. When he senses none he kisses her again with all the passion and fire that had been building up for months.

While she is kissing she kicks off her heels and starts to unbutton his coat for him and pushes it off his shoulders. She then takes his shoes and socks off him before sliding backwards on the bed to be more comfortable. He was confused at first when she pulled away from him before he realized what she was doing and copied the motion himself and kissed her deeply once more. He had forgotten that she tasted like orange, her favorite toothpaste. The taste was mixed in with chocolate and wine this night making it that much more intoxicating. He would stroke her cheek needing to touch her soft skin one more time. He would free her hair and let it come down her shoulders the way he loved it the best.

She would unbutton and remove his shirt, admire his body with a lusty gaze. He in turn would remove her sweater and caress her breasts through her bra as he kissed the length of her neck. She would moan in pleasure of his touch making him even more confidant. He would remove her skirt and slip in one movement in his haste to get to her. She would smile up at him in a teasing way at his impatience before helping him remove his pants from his body. She would caress his chest and arms as if to memorize him as he removed her bra to nip and kiss her marvelous breasts. As he does she moans and arches to his touch “Please Severus, take me” she would beg when she feels she can take no more of the pleasure. She pushed down his knickers to encourage him to return the favor. He would gladly oblige removing the last barrier that kept him from claiming her completely. He would kiss her one more time before pushing himself in to her welcoming warm womanhood. He would give her a moment to get used to him before he entwines his fingers in hers as he thrusts into her trying to need they booth where struggling with this whole time. HE could feel her walls come around him as she reached her peak of orgasm, “I can’t hold on anymore I’m Cumming!”

This exclamation would push him over and have his own, saying “It’s alright love, cum with me.” As he felt his own body climax ready to empty himself into her. They would come together in long and hard shouting each other’s names in perfect completion. He would lie on her for a moment to catch his breath before pulling her beautiful sweaty form under the covers with him. There he would look at her with eyes of warmth and love, and be thankful that the same sentiment was reflected back at him. She would ask him to stay with her and he would reply “always my love” before falling in a deep and satisfied slumber.

He wiped his tired eyes as he finished his paperwork. It was getting late, almost time for dinner. He could feel his body tighten at his impossible dream and be terribly painful.
He could not go to the hall like this, so he allowed himself to unzip his pants and remove himself from confinement using his hand to relive the pressure of what he hoped one day would be Hermione’s full lips.


Meanwhile somewhere in the afterlife.



…“Please, Severus, fuck me,” …

“Your cunt is so tight, so good”…

“I’m cumming, I’m CUMMING!”

…“FUCK, FUCK YES!”…,

“HERMIONE!”

Lily walked to where the fountain that showed the activities of the living. It also was able to see the past and future. A privilege of being an angel. She saw that Sirius was playing over a scene that occurred months ago. This was not good for two reasons, he had not received his wings yet and not allowed, and second he still obsessed over his childhood rivalry with one that is still living.

“Who is calling whom a voyeur?” she teased as she approached him.

Sirius jumped and swirled around grabbing for his wand out of habit. “Merlin’s balls Lily. You should not sneak up on someone like that.”
“I was not sneaking Sirius I am allowed here. You on the other hand are not. It is one thing to look after Harry to make sure that he is safe. It is quite another obsessing over Severus’s love life.”

“I am not obsessing over that greasy git. But now we are on the subject, he was a complete bastard taking advantage of Hermione like that! In my room and in MY BED!” he then gave a shudder at the thought before continuing “Hermione is a decent girl who does not deserve being taken advantage of!”

“I agree from what I have seen she is decent. Therefore does not deserve to be spied on. And while we are on the subject she did not appear to mind Sev touching her at all”. Lily replied in a calm yet admonishing tone.

“This is the exact attitude that has kept you from getting your wings in the first place Sirius. If you want to follow James and I you need to learn forgiveness.”

Sirius looked appalled at the idea “ There is no way that I will forgive him for what he did and what he still does to Harry! James hated him to yet he has he wings! How can you tell me that is fair!?”

“James did forgive him Sirius even if he never said it out loud. There would be no way for him to have his wings otherwise. He never liked him, never will but respects him for what he as done after our deaths to insure Harry’s safety. You have to make a choice Sirius you can’t be halfway anymore. The final battle approaches wither you want to admit it or not. There are two possibilities to this scenario be stuck in between and not be able to see and protect or become an angel and protect Harry in his time of need.
I can’t force you Sirius this choice must be yours and I will love you no matter what. “

She heard a tinkle of what sounded like a bell. “ They need me again. Think about it Sirius.” She then gave him a kiss on his right knuckle left. She left Sirius to make up his mind with what she hoped would be the right choice.