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Little Red Riding Hood, A Beast and A Potions Mast	By : Polypectron Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7569 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Remus the Wolf Aftermath

It was a sad day at the Burrow. The Weasley family mourned the death of their mother, Molly. She was beloved by all. Leaving behind six brave sons and one delightful daughter, Molly had loved her family and especially her youngest son's fiancé. She was the smartest and most beautiful girl of her age and Molly had once knitted a little red cape that the girl still wears today. It suited her so well, that everyone called her Little Red Gryffindor

On the fateful day of Molly's murder, Little Red Gryffindor's best friend Harry had come up the stairs to the fourth floor after a hard day's work for the Order. He was going to see how Molly was fairing as she had been exposed to spores while cleaning. Devastation was his find, for he was not greeted by Molly's jolly face. A naked Little Red Gryffindor, a dead Lupin and a murderous Potions Master seemed frozen in time. With great haste, Harry bonded the Potions Master despite the young girl's protest.

"Little Red Gryffindor, are you alright? Don't you know its half past midnight?

I am shocked to find you in such plight? You're naked but you are much too bright,

To witness mayhem, horror and fright, too young to insight and include in this fight,

Poor Lupin is dead, he's a man so polite, believe Professor Snape to ever feel contrite?

This Potions Masters full of shite! Defending you not out of love but of spite!

I implore you please, I must invite, you come with me and set this right!

He'll follow suit, lest my hatred ignites, there'll be no more bloodshed in this house tonight."

Harry led the girl down the stairs, levitating the Potions Master behind him. They reached the kitchen and it was full of smoke. The cauldron had been left unattended and the bottom had burnt out. Banishing the mess, Harry secured the Potions Master on a wooden stool. He turned to Little Red Gryffindor,

"Losing you is something I could not bear, I've lost many loved ones and it is not very fair,

Now stand back a distance as I send a flare, in the form of a Stag, this tragedy it will share;

'Find Ronald, Kingsley, Tonks and Madeye, twice murder was cast and Snape must hereby,

Be condemned to Azkaban, saying his last goodbye', quick creature, with haste you must fly!"

The Stag flew elegantly out of the young man's wand, bounded around the room and flew out a dust caked window. Little Red Gryffindor and the Potions Master had not said a thing during the exchange. They did not look at each other. The still corpse of the Wolf lay motionless on the floor, Molly filling his stomach, but his hunger had not been satisfied.

What happened to the Potions Master you may ask? Well he was in trouble, to put it plain and simple, he had murdered a man and that was cause for admittance. The Wolf had changed back into Lupin upon death; no proof of the Wolf lay up the stairs. But during the trial when called to the stand, Little Red Gryffindor defended the man, expressed the damnation of Lupin to Wolf giving proof he ate Molly, knitted gloves and all.

The Potions Master was deemed helpful for saving the girl, but murder is murder under the eyes of the law. Despite the girl's memories and evidence and cries, the man was dragged away, sent to Azkaban for life. So now on the day of Molly's funeral, the man sat in holding awaiting his cell, hating the Potter boy, hating the Weasel, hating the Wolf and hating the Order. He did not hate the girl however, and though of her hard. Remembering her soft supply body, under his cloak, thanking him graciously the thought made him smug.

Back at the Burrow, the girl fixed her cape, it had been torn by the Wolf but the Potions Master had fixed it. Before Harry had burst in, they had time to calm down and the man had settled between her legs and checked her with a diagnostic charm. Pulling out of his pocket, holding it up to the light, was a slender vial filled with a violet liquid.

"To help with the shock, do not drink at once. Take slow sips, four should do it."

He placed the vial in her hand, holding her hand in his larger one. She place her other hand on his arm, it flinched slightly under her touch, but he soon relaxed under it.

"Thank you Potions Master, my, what big arms you have." She smiled shyly up at him

He said nothing.

She uncorked the vial and took her first sip. Retracting her hand from his arm, he released an almost silent exhale of sharp air, her fingers rolled up through his hair, pushing it out of his face and behind his ear.

She giggled, "My Potions Master, what big ears you have!"

He huffed offended and snatched her hand. Gripping it tightly, he took the vial off her and forced the second sip down her throat. Her eyes widened in shock.

"My, my Little Red Gryffindor, what big eyes you have."

She said nothing.

He poured her third sip down her now gaping mouth and then releasing a refreshed gasp, running her tongue along her lips she caught liquid that had escaped her mouth.

"All the better to read books with Potions Master"

The side of his mouth curled upwards in an amused smile. Snatching the vial back from him, she finished the vial and threw it on the ground. She smiled confidently back at him, flexing her arm under his powerful grip, testing its hold. He slowly pulled her towards him.

"What big front teeth you have, Little Red Gryffindor, I thought you fixed those years ago"

She gasped and slapped him hard across the face. Not amused at all she tried to writhe her way out of his grip. His head had snapped to the side from the force of the slap, just in time to see Harry bursting through the door.

"Expelliarmus!"

Outside Grimmauld, Ron, Kingsley, Tonks and Madeye had apparated after receiving Harry's Patronus. Madeye had escorted Snape to the Ministry to await a trial. Tonks had run crying up the four flights of stairs to find her husband lay slain on the floor. Kingsley had the unsavoury duty of revealing Molly's remains in the Wolf's stomach and Ron released a devastating cry that shook the entire house. They all started crying and they had not stopped since.

The Little Red Gryffindor pulled lint off her Gryffindor crest a day before the funeral. Behind her stood her best friend Ron an he had come to her to expressed his grief, his desires and his love.

"I know what happen to you my dear, Ii's now left to time, you have nothing to fear.

Bringing to you I bare you my soul, if I am without you I'll lose all control,

Allow me the honour, make me your groom I'll make you my bride, I need not presume

That you need my protection but I offer it to you, Mum would have wanted us both to renew

Our love we once had, the love we once knew."

He had pulled out a ring that had belonged to his mother, how could she reject? She could be with no other. It seemed the right choice, to accept his proposal, so she nodded and cried. She was happy. He loved her and she loved him…. They embraced but somehow her heart was not in it. She kept thinking back to the man who had saved her life and her maiden. Had she fallen in love when he fought for her life? Perhaps she will visit him before he is condemned.

The next day, Ron grabbed her hand and led her out of the Burrow, the Autumn afternoon was of yellow, red and orange hues. Molly's casket was snow white, her husband Author stood stony by its side. Next to his was the eldest, Bill and his wife, he held her close and a tear shed his eyes. Then came Charlie with his hair pulled back tight, his face did not move but hands twitched and jerked. Percy stood solitary, away from his family, his sadness was evident he was after all only human. Between George and Fred stood the only daughter Ginny, who cried and cried til the tears poured like waterfalls. Each boy had an arm secured around her, eying each other, sharing pain with each other.

Ron pulled her up next to Harry, who stood next to Tonks, she had a look of great guilt, and she was surprised she turned up. For there was a funeral for Lupin, but only she attended, no one could forgive him for the crimes he committed. Poor Tonks was now stuck, husbandless and pregnant and knowing the man she once loved was a murdering sex offender.

But the family did not blame her and welcomed her to grieve. After the funeral they all retired to feast and to breathe and recall all the times Molly had made them laugh, made them cry, made them mad and even though it was sad it was comforting to know she was beloved. To lighten the mood, Ronald announced their engagement.

"Through sadness and sorrow we commend our Mother to the Earth, But with bad comes the good and something of worth,

For Little Red Gryffindor has indulged me, before you all, my fiancé you see

Mother knew of our love and gave us her blessing. This is for you mum, you'll no longer be stressing"

"To Molly!" Yelled Author,

"To this blessed union!" Yelled Bill,

"To Little Red Gryffindor !" Winked Charlie,

"To Ron" muttered Percy,

"To the defeat of Voldemort!" cried Fred and George in unison,

"To Harry Potter!" smiled Ginny, grabbing Harry's hand,

"To the Potions Master!" shouted Ron, Little Red Gryffindor looked up at him and the crowd fell silent, "For without you, my beautiful new fiancé would not be here, I am sorry, " Ron raised his glass in the air in a silent silute, the crowd doing so aswell.

"To the Prisoner! May he live safely in Azkaban"

Far away from the cheers . . . .

"you have a visitor. . . "

The Potions Master looked up from his cot towards the door to his holding cell. He was a high level prisoner, and required solid walls and inch thick doors. There was no window only simulated air, it tasted musky and made his head spin. Cocking his eyebrow, he rose and walked to the door and tapped his foot patiently.

"Show us your hands,"

Raising his hands slowly, he held them out in front of him, they gave him nothing but the clothes on his back yet they always expected him to have something. If he did, he definitely would not show it or hold it in his hand.

The door opened revealing the guard. He was tall, broad and held an air of god complex about him. The Potions Master stared vacantly at him, "May I speak?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"Who is my visitor?"

The man folded his arms gruffly and almost childly answered, "A young girl, said her name was Little Red Gryffindor, you are entitled to one floo call and consummate visit before we ship you off to Azkaban I guess. Although I have no idea how you got hold of a prostitute, just make it quick, you are to be sent over tonight."

"She is not a prostitute you vile cretin"

The man smirked, "Sure you dumb bastard, pretty things like that don't stay pure for long." Laughing in his face, the man turned his head and called to another guard to bring the Potions Master's visitor. The man left. Turning, the newly prisoner went and sat down on his cot. Running his hand through his tangled locks, he could hear her heels stamping along the cobble stone.

"Hello Prisoner"

"Hello Young Fiancé"

She frowned, closing the door behind her, she shrugged off her red cape and hung it over a lone chair in the corner of the room, dragging it along the floor, sitting it in front of the Prisoner and sat.

"I see that news travels fast in Prison."

He said nothing. Crossing his arms and refusing to look at her.

Sighing, the young fiancé decided to break the ice, "I am sorry I slapped you. It was foolish of me, especially since you saved my life. I owe you a life debt"

"You owe me no such thing and I will not accept it if it was freely given." He reclined on the cot, his legs bend and feet resting on the floor, his head resting awkwardly against the wall. This position stretched his torso, she could take in the length of him. His new prison clothes left little to be desired and she could see a small trail of black hair running from his stomach down into his trousers.

Clearing her throat, she tried again, "I am sorry that you are being sent to Azkaban, the law is just cruel. Lupin deserved to die. He was a Monster but if you had just left him maybe," a tear started to fall down her cheek, "maybe he would be sent to Azkaban instead of you!", the tear dripped off her cheek.

"It is all my fault, how could I have been so stupid!" more tears made their way over her cheeks, "I knew it was full moon but I didn't think! It was only Lupin, I trusted him and now Molly is dead! I almost was raped or worse bitten, Tonks lost a husband and her child lost a father. I should of kept my mouth shut and not told him what I was doing! I made a huge mistake, please forgive me for I can't forgive myself, because of me you're being sent away!"

The tears fell in numbers now, drip, drip dropping down her cheeks and neck, running over her nose and falling onto her bended knees. She looked a mess, her hair hung heavy around her neck and she began to hiccup, trying to control herself.

The young fiancé felt timid fingers slowly wipe across her cheek, she opened her eyes she was not aware she had shut and saw the Prisoners familiar black pools staring at her. He had moved forward on the cot and his legs lay either side of her, resting against her own. The contact was soft and warm.

Raising his hand to his mouth, he licked the tears from it, they were salty and wet. The Fiancé's mouth parted at the intimate gesture, she had stopped crying, much too intrigued to continue to wallow in self-pity and shame. He leaned forward further so that his face was centimetres away from hers. Breathing in deep, she waited for more contact as he continued to lean their lips met in a soft kiss.

It was over before it began.

"You should go Hermione, no doubt your new beau will be waiting 'eagerly' for you to return to his bed."

He did not act to move away from her, neither did she.

"I have been in no man's bed willingly, for I am waiting for the bed, I wish to enter first, to welcome me to it." Wanton was her gaze. She wanted him. She wanted to offer herself to him as a reward for his unjust sentence, for protecting her, for being him.

"Will you welcome me to your cot, Severus? You saved me and my maiden head, it is only fair that you should have it"

"What of your fiancé? Is he not entitled to such an honour?"

"I will share many moments with him, this moment is for you and I."

Severus's face held no sign of emotion. The tantalizing offer, on the surface, had held no merit for him but on the inside, however, he was humming with arousal. Standing, he bent down and pulled her into a standing position. He held her face, rubbing his thumbs over her tear stained cheeks. Leaning down, he gave her a tender kiss, it lasted for a long while, eventually morphing into a heated display of tongue dominance. She moaned roughly under his force, one hand gripping his arm, the other rubbing her hang over the bulge in his loose trousers. The fabric left nothing to hide his lengthening arousal protruding forth from his body.

She grabbed the head of his member through the cotton and rubbed smooth circles around it with the flat of her finger. He moaned into her mouth, one hand fisted her crazed hair, while the other had made quick work of her shirt and worked on her skirt to dispose it.

Once she stood naked. He pushed her back roughly, his cheeks slightly pink and his arousal clearly showing. He drank her in greedily and breathed in her scent. The foolish girl had stumbled upon another beast's bed. This beast was no Wolf, no Werewolf and certainly no Black Grim. This beast was a man, he dragged her onto his bed, and he was ready to please and most eager to feed.

The man placed his hand on her supple breast, it was small in his hand but was perky, oh yes. Rolling the nipple, she moaned his name, she was flat on her back and arched into him. He banished his clothes, with a hastey hand, his cell repelled magic so he declothed himself manual. Rolling over her, he hovered inches over her skin, the air between kissed then, sending fires with their stomachs, they stared deeply into each other. He questioned the act,

"I have killed a man and I deserve to die in Azkaban. Not to mention a Death Eater, a liar and a cheater. Are you sure you want me in an act so intimate?"

The Young Fiancée stared at the Prisoner. Taking in for the last time, his shoulder length ebony hair that seemed to sway around his masculine face, his aquiline nose protruded from his face emphasising his brow, which was furrowed in pleasure.

He spoke again, "Hermione, is this what you want?" She did not reply, she could not but that was all the answer he needed. Slowly he lowered his hip's his head leaking eagerly, he rubbed it along her folds, willing him access to her virgin quim. The lips of her lady opened him welcome, they flushed at the contact and a shudder ran through her. Carefully he slid inside the girl till the base hit her sturdy pubic bone, tearing the hymen, she released a pained moan.

The Prisoner kissed her, to substitute her pain, he began to thrust back and forth and the pain became pleasure. They moved in a rhythm most natural to beasts, who loved one anther and loved to feast on each other's bodis and rain down affection on salty flesh and sensitive appendages.

"Severus!"

The young girl moaned his name as he hit the right spot, it sent shock wave after shock wave across her lower half. She panted and cried, scratching lines down his back, he tried to maintain their rhythm but could not hold it back. As she reached her climax her walls closed around him, whether he liked it or not he released his seed with a growl. They came together as one, this beast with two backs. There copulation was beautiful but now it turned sad. For now they would soon part, and she would marry another, lay in his bed and bear his children which the Prisoner rotted in jail and suffered.

Silence.

After what seemed like an age, the man rolled off the now young woman. He laid down next to her. Stroking her hair and muttered small affections. Their legs entwined in one another's and tightened, savouring the moment, so it could be remembered, always.

The young woman stared disbelievingly at the man who had saved her life and her maiden head and now made her feel more loved than any other man every could. Smiling softly at him, she thanked him.

"Thank you Severus, while you sit in your cell, living your sentence. Remember you were my first don't you ever forget it!

When you saved me that night, you had purest intentions, I saved myself for you, I see you my hero.

I am proud of you for all you have done, remember you are loved, my very first loved one!"

For the last time in her life of knowing him, she saw a large grin stretch across his face, it was the happiest smile she had ever seen, bearing his teeth, it filled her heart with sorrow knowing what was t happen tomorrow. For the Prisoner was not sentenced to be locked in a cell, but had at date with Dementors, but she had not the heart to tell. He deserved to leave happy, not burdened with hate, she truely loved him and cursed his ill fate.

"My, my Severus, what big teeth you have"

And just like that, Hermione Granger never saw Severus Snape again.

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