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Guardians In Love	By : FyreFawn Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 16181 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Hermione sat on the edge of her seat, desperately trying not to jump out of it. Why wouldn’t the professor call on her? Her hand felt like it had been the air for an eternity. She couldn’t take it anymore and stood up, only to be snapped at by Snape. “Sit down!”

She immediately plopped back in her seat. Grumbling to herself, she immediately felt guilty. At least she wasn’t the one getting the worst of the treatment. “Poor Harry.” she thought to herself. She suffered through the rest of potions and was relieved when class was over. She stuffed her books into her bag as she walked out the door only to be stopped by Snape's voice.

“Miss Granger”, he drawled. Hermione froze in her tracks.

“Yes professor?”

“Look at me when I am talking to you”

She gulped, “Yes professor.” She turned slowly and looked Snape in the Eye.

“If you ever stand up again, whether you know the answer or not, when I haven’t called on you I will deduct fifteen points from Gryffindor. I am not blind and can see your raised hand perfectly.” he said threateningly. “Is that clear?”

“Yes professor.”, she said in a weak voice and was glad to escape the classroom.

Remus was fixing lunch when his owl landed on the counter, a scroll of paper tied to his leg. “Hello there Wicket. That must be a letter from Severus about our Gryffindor girl.”

Wicket, a small brown owl, hooted and nudged at Remus’ hand. Remus had purchased him three years ago.

Of course Severus had to tease him about naming an owl after a character in a Star Wars movie. Remus argued that the movie was similar to their lives in the magic world. There was dark and light, sides to choose, forces to be reckoned with. Heck, the movie even had a Dark Lord in it, a prophecy and a chosen one.

“Be that as it may Remus, there were no owls involved.”, Severus would smirk. Severus most often won that argument.

Remus quickly opened the letter and eagerly read it;

Remus,

I don’t know if our girl is actually intelligent or a little know it all. She had her hand raised in class for about 5 minutes. When I didn’t call on her, she had the gall to stand up. Does she think I am blind? She gets enough praise and attention from her other professors. Though I want to acknowledge her, it would not be a good thing to do. It would spoil her and then we would really have a problem. It’s bad enough that Draco is a smart alec brat. If I wasn’t a spy and playing at a lie I swear I would knock that boy upside the head and hope that some sense would come to him. Of course, there is a change that sense, if any, could be knocked out as well. All this pureblood this and pureblood that is ridiculous.

Back to the topic of Miss Granger. I warned her of the consequences of trying to gain attention when she isn’t called out. She seemed quite eager to escape me. I have a feeling she can be stubborn as well. I foresee conflict in the future. Hopefully we will be able to resolve it quickly when it occurs.

I have heard the other students in passing call her a goody two shoes. Apparently she abhors breaking school rules. I see this as a good thing. After all, she will have rules to follow that are set by us when she comes of age.

Her parents seemed to have raised her well so far. She respects others and authority. All in all, I am pleased with her.

I hope you are well.

Severus

Remus shook his head and set the letter aside. Leaving the now forgotten lunch on the counter, he went to his office, and grabbed a quill and parchment to write a reply to his lover.

Hermione had been at Hogwarts for two months now, and not without some excitement. Last month she had ended up tagging after Ron, Harry, and Neville in an attempt to keep them out of trouble. All because of a challenge to duel. Instead they ended up hiding in a room on the third floor, from Mrs. Norris and met a three headed dog. Hermione was pretty sure it was guarding something as it was standing over a trap door.

This night found Hermione in the girls bathroom. It began in charms class earlier today. They were learning the spell to make objects fly. Ron couldn’t pronounce the spell right to make the feather fly. She didn’t know why she snapped at Ron. She didn’t mean to show off and be a know it all. She just wanted to be able to prove herself.

She ended up over hearing Ron’s cruel words. He was right, she didn’t have any friends. No one wanted to talk to her. What made it even worse was bumping into Snape on the way to the bathroom. He had been near enough at that time to overhear the comment as well.

He sneered at her, “Don’t be throwing yourself a pity party just because people don’t like you Miss Granger. It’s pathetic.”

That comment made her burst to a fresh new set of tears and she ran from him, missing the look of agony, then anger at himself on his face.

She had run into the girls bathroom to cry. The tears by now had dried on her face and she was exhausted. Hermione heard a loud noise, startled, she look up. It was a horrible sight. Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trucks with flat horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arm were so long.

Hermione screamed! The troll came closer to her and she scrunched back against the wall as if she believed she could work her way into it. She was trying hard not to faint, for if she did, it would be the end of her.

She was slightly aware of Ron and Harry running in and trying to save her, but she was frozen on spot and couldn’t move. Even Harry tugging at her hand didn’t break her of her terrified trance.

Sinking to the floor in fright, she didn’t come to until the troll was on the ground. Her eyes blinked, she slowly sat up, gulped and asked, “Is it- dead?”

Harry replied, I don’t think so. I think it’s just been knocked out.”

She tried to keep the nausea down as Harry pulled his wand out to the troll’s nose, its boogers sticking to it.

The next thing she knew Professor’s McGonagall, Snape and Quirrell burst into the room. She noticed Snape glance at her quickly with a relieved look on his face before masking it and turning his glance to Harry. McGonagall was in the process of coldly chiding Harry and Ron. Hermione it gratefulness to them for saving her life lied to Professor McGonagall and took the blame for the incident. She felt Snape’s gaze on her, but dare not look at him. She had an uncomfortable feeling that he knew she was lying.

She went to sleep happy that night, for if one good thing came out of that terrifying event, it was that she became friends with Ron and Harry.

Severus was sitting at his writing desk, quill in hand. He hadn’t had time to write Remus lately as he was busy with a few other professors in maintaining puzzles to protect the Sorcerer’s Stone.

Remus,

Thank Merlin that the school year has been passing quickly. It makes it seem as if the rest of our mate’s years will pass by just as quickly, and before you know it, we can claim her as our own.

Forgive me for not keeping in contact lately. Many things have been going on here, and I don’t think it will ease up. Since Potter started school, I have felt the cold chill of darkness creep back into my soul, not that it had left completely when the Dark Lord died, but it had eased somewhat.

My leg has been injured by that blasted three headed dog. He was much more aggressive than usual when I ended up rushing there Halloween night. It was like someone had been there not too long ago.

Ah, what should I tell you about our girl? Much to my disappointment, she has become friends with the Potter and Weasley boy. Who knew Trolls could bring people together? I still grit my teeth when I remember that night, and not only because of the three headed dog incident.

They had made our little lioness cry. I didn’t help matters at all when she met me shortly after she left Charms class. I spoke out of turn. I was pissed at those two idiots for their insensitivity and took it out on her.

It turned out that somehow a troll had gotten into the school. It ended up in the girls bathroom. Professor’s McGonagall, Quirrell, and I had found Granger with both dunderheads in there. I was very relieved to see she was unharmed, but I would have held no ill will if that troll had gobbled up the other two brats.

She also ended up lying to Professor McGonagall. Deceiving little chit. She might have a bit of Slytherin in her.

November saw the first quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Potter is a seeker for Gryffindor and ended up winning the match. I add much to my grievousness that I helped that whelp to win. All because I was chanting a counter curse to keep him from falling of his broom. Someone ended up setting my robes aflame and I ended up losing eye contact on Potter.

I have a sneaky suspension it was Miss Granger, for later that evening, in my quarters, when I was taking off my burnt robe, I found long brown curly strands sticking to it. That little girl is lucky that I can’t prove it and give her detention for a month.

The Christmas Holidays will be coming up in a week. I am looking forward to seeing you again. I would like to get our Gryffindor girl a gift for Christmas. Will you take care of it? She likes books and writing. I am not sure what else she enjoys.

Severus

Ever since Hermione had arrived back at Hogwarts from Christmas break, she had been busy helping Harry and Ron try to find out more about the Sorcerer’s Stone. They had found out, from a book she had obtained in the library, that it was created by a wizard name Nicolas Flamel.

Harry had also told her and Ron that he believed Snape was after it. He advised them that he overheard Snape threaten Quirrell. Hermione tried to argue with Harry, but he was so dead set that he was correct. Ron happened to agree with him, so she kept her comments to herself. She knew Snape was innocent without a doubt, but couldn’t explain the reason of why she knew this to herself.

Hermione was also attempting to catch up on her studies. She was horrified at herself for lagging behind when exams were coming up soon. She just had to pass them so she could come back to Hogwarts for her second year.

The most exciting night happened when she served detention.

She was actually quite upset with herself for even getting detention. Snape’s disapproving glances at her during potions class didn’t make things any better either.

Detention ended up being worth it though, after all, she got the chance to meet a centaur. She was so excited that when she got back to her bed she had trouble falling asleep. She ended up reading another chapter from Potion ingredients and properties for young witches. She was unsure who gave her the book, but an owl had delivered it to her right after she got back from the Christmas holidays.

Severus was glad he had a chance for a small break after exams were over. He was ready to put every dunderhead in his class in detention.

He walked into the Leaky Caldron to find Remus already there waiting for him. Severus’ face softened as he greeted his mate.

“I got us a room for the night,” Remus said hopefully.

Severus chuckled, “Is dinner up there?”

Remus with a glint in his eye answered, “Yes,” He leaned forward, and whispered in Severus’ ear, “It includes dessert also. I brought that myself.”

Desire grew hot in Severus’ eyes. Grabbing Remus’ wrist, he practically dragged him up the stairs to their room.

Opening the door to their room, Severus pushed Remus inside, slammed the door and cast a silencing charm. Shoving Remus against the wall, their lips met fiercely. Remus whimpered and Severus gentled the kiss, caressing Remus’ tongue with his own. Clothes were removed and strewn across the floor; skin was caressed by firm hands and tasted by eager lips. All that was left were the sounds of the bed gently creaking, moans of need, whispers of encouragement, and the whimpers of sweet release.

The next morning, over breakfast, Remus was entertained by Severus’ update on Hermione.

“Mark my words Remus, those two boys are setting a bad example for her. They are a bad influence. She is going to end up in more trouble than naught with those two idiots.”

“She is just a child right now Severus. Let her have fun, be rebellious. You know, she might keep those boys inline somewhat. Besides, we were the same way when we were children. We were stirring up trouble, causing mischief and chaos.”

Severus looked affronted, “I was not a part of that. You were the one that was a part of an unruly lot. Those who like to bully me.”

Remus snorted, “Believe what you want Severus. I know for a fact you did things you weren’t supposed to do either. I also believed you bullied right back. Those days are over Sev. Let it go.”

“I’m trying Remus, but memories are too painful to let go sometimes. Hate is hard to release.”

“I know Severus. As long as you are trying, that is all I ask.”

They finished off the rest of breakfast, and before too long it was time for Severus to go.

All the decorations in the great hall were green and silver. Hermione Sat with Harry and Ron at the end of school year feast, moving the food on her plate around. Dumbledore began to speak. It was time for the House cup to be awarded. Unfortunately, Gryffindor was in fourth place.

Though she was disappointed that Gryffindor would not get the house cup this year, she was glad that Harry and Ron were okay. She reminisced over the last two days. What an adventure that was.

Harry had thought for sure Snape was after the sorcerers stone. Hermione still had her doubts, but wasn’t going to abandon her friends, so when he had decided to get the stone before Snape could, she went along.

They had gotten past the three headed dog, been entangled in devils snare, captured a flying key, won a game of wizards chess and she had figured out Professor Snape’s potion puzzle. She couldn’t be happier. Well, she could be if only Gryffindor had won the house cup.

All of the sudden she perked up, finally paying attention to what Dumbledore was saying. Extra points were going to be awarded? She wondered which house was going to receive them. She listened carefully to Dumbledore’s speech.

“First- to Mr. Ronald Weasley…”

Hermione looked and smiled at Ron. She almost giggled when she saw how purple his face was.

“… for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points.”

The whole table let a cheer out. Hermione could overhear Percy bragging about his brother.

“Second- to Miss Hermione Granger… for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points.”

Hermione buried her face in her arms, trying not to cry with happiness. She risked a quick peek at Professor Snape and saw his lips twitch as if he was going to smile, but quickly hid her face again when he scowled, as if he knew she was looking at him.

Remus stood in the shadows, conversing with Severus in his mind, “I have to admit Severus, our girl is brilliant.”

“Yes, I am proud of her. She will be powerful as well, even more so when we claim her.”

“She will make a beautiful hybrid won’t she?”

“A very beautiful hybrid, Remus. Half werewolf and half pantera.”

Remus chuckled.

“What’s tweaked your funny bone?” Severus asked curiously.

Remus smirked, “Isn’t a bit ironic that cats and dogs hate each other, yet here we are, mates and lovers.”

Severus chuckled back, “Yes, and our Hermione will end up being both.”

Dumbledore awarded Harry sixty points for pure nerve and outstanding courage.

Snape grumbled, “More like pure stupidity and outstanding dumb luck. Laugh it up now Remus, but our girl could have gotten hurt, after all, those two idiots did.”

“I know Severus, but she didn’t, and be thankful for that. I worry for her also you know. I am drawn to her as much as you are, but no matter how we try to protect her, it is not going to keep her one hundred percent safe.”

Severus sighed, “I know.” A hint of concern then entered his voice as he spoke. “That doesn’t mean we won’t try though. Especially as darker times are coming, and they will Remus. There is no stopping it. I haven’t told you this yet, but I can feel the darkness creeping back in my soul. My dark mark has faintly started to burn. Did you know that the Dark Lord was in the room with Harry? He was attached to Quirrel like a damn parasite!” Severus became frustrated. “Hermione’s not a pureblood, not even a half blood. Her life will soon be in great danger. We will have to watch over her more closely in the coming years.”

“And we will Severus, we will.”, Remus whispered back to him.

Remus and Severus both gazed at their girl, both worried for her future, but determined that she would be safe, protected and loved.

Remus was glad he had come to this feast so he could see his mates. He knew that Hermione would be a great beauty one day. He would not allow the darkness to overcome Snape or to hurt Hermione. She was theirs forever.

He was disappointed that school was out for the summer months, but also knew that soon he and Severus would see her again soon. But for right now he would enjoy this moment.

Remus turned his gaze to Severus as Dumbledore awarded the last of the points, being ten, to Neville Longbottom for having the courage to stand up to his friends.

Remus nodded in acknowledgment as Severus raised his glassed toward him. Remus then grinned in triumph. Gryffindor had won the house cup. Tonight he would collect on his bet with Severus. It was bound to be a very enjoyable night indeed.
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