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Chapter 23 � Ginny Confronts
Harry

Author: Queen Celestia

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AN: No ones been updating recently, so I�ve been forced to write! I
mean, I�ve not had as much free inspired writing time!

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Severus had been quiet all day, and Hermione, knowing that when he had
been summoned he had probably seen some horrific thing, let him be.

She turned her thoughts on how to approach Harry about Ginny.

Boys, she thought, could be rather dumb when it came to dealing with women.

She should just be as straightforward as possible and get his view on it, that seemed to be the best plausible action that her
mind seemed to take upon like a dog to its vomit.

The day had seemed to drag by, Hermione had the suspicion that it was only
dragging due to her wanting to get talking to Harry over with as fast as
possible, as much as she loved her friend, she just did not really want to
spend more time than needed telling him to go jump Ginny�s bones.

Finally, after a seemingly dragged out dinner, she managed to corner
Harry, and he unsuspecting, followed her to a quiet corner of the school, and
settled down beside her as she turned her brown eyes upon her friend, and
paused, deciding how to begin.

�Harry, how do you feel about� Ginny?� Best to be
blunt.

Harry frowned, his green eyes curious, as he carefully replied, � I love her.�

Hiding a small smile, Hermione looked at him, �Does she know that?�

Confusion on his brow, �I think so yeah, why?�

�Because she doesn�t. Harry, why
won�t you, uhm, have sex with her?�

Harrys face turned bright red,
never in his life would he have thought to be having this type of conversation
with Hermione.

He looked across at a portrait of an old lady who had taken out her ear
trumpet to try to hear their conversation, seeing him looking at her she
waggled her fingers, not ashamed at all.

��Uhm, because, because, it�s not right.�

�What�s not right?�

He looked steadily at her, �I don�t want to touch her that way, because
I treasure her heart, and sex would bring us closer, and you know, with the
battle of You Know Who, and if I die, I don�t want her to hurt more than she
has to.�

�Harry, stop being a pillock. Ginny thinks you
don�t love her, that all you do is avoid her. You need
to talk to her and to sort things out.�

He understood the wisdom in her words, and after a moment, he smiled
weakly, �Alright Hermione I will.�

After, the friends chatted of other things, and when curfew came closer,
they parted ways, each to their own dormitories.

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Harrys conversation with Ginny, which happened sooner
than he had anticipated ,began the moment he stepped
into the dormitory. She was waiting for him, a rather steely look on her face,
and when he went up to her, before she opened her
mouth he kissed her.

Hearing a rather loud cough from Ron, he pulled away, and tugged Ginny
to a less occupied area of the commonroom, where he
quietly told her he was sorry, and then listened to her pour her heart out to
him.

He was very glad of the mufflatio spell from
the Half Blood Prince, and after, when the others had went
to bed, they sat in front of the fire and made out.

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Walking back to the dungeon corrider, she
hurried her steps, worried about being late, when a hand grabbed her shoulder,
causing her to stop.

Swirling around she rested her eyes on Draco
Malfoy.

�Yes?�

His cold eyes studied her, before he leant in and pressed his lips
against hers, at first rigid with shock, she pushed him away, and whipped her
mouth on her sleeve.

�What the hell was that for?� she snapped, her eyes full of fury.

�Let�s just say it�s a gift from my father,� he replied flippantly,
before leaving her alone and angry in the hall.

Narrowing her eyes at him, she made a face, before scourgifying herself,
shuddering at the press of his lips against hers. He had been all wrong. It had been cold and his smell
was wrong and his lips weren�t, well his lips weren�t Severus�.

Brrr, and his father? He was still in Azkaban last
time she checked.

Entering the dungeon dormitory, she slumped her bag on the couch and
went in search of Severus, finding him sitting at his desk, nose bent close to
the parchment, his hair hanging down around his face as he narrowly gazed at
some students essay.

Gods, she had to get that icky feeling of that kiss away from her, she
thought as she walked up to him.

�Severus,� she said softly, causing him to look up and glance at the
clock, noting she was in just in time, he returned his gaze to her. �Hm?�

Giving him a small smile, she leaned in and kissed him on the mouth,
before pulling away. �Much better,� she yawned before making her way to the
bedroom.

Staring after her in some confusion, he passed it off as one of those
girl things, and returned to marking, trying to ignore the heat that still
seemed to linger from her lips.

Damnit, he couldn�t concentrate. Narrowing his eyes
at the door she had passed through, he pushed the essays away, and stalked
towards his bookshelf. Perhaps some reading would get his mind back on track
from his wife.

Taking a book down, he flipped it open, his eyes landing on a diagram.

Skimming over the description he became absorbed in the theory. A
protection triangle to contain power, but also limited the power of one of the
combatants within it.� Sitting down, he
looked at the spell, and frowning, he looked at the title of the book. Dark Mysteries of the Dark Artes: How to utilize them for the best purposes by Wendelworth Peacock.

Ah, that would explain it, returning to the diagram, he frowned, he
wasn�t surprised it was classified as a dark art, even though the main thing
was of protection and winning. The wizard [ or witch]
who happened to be the main point of the triangle usually died due to the
amount of power expended, and there was only one case where a witch survived,
but only to live the rest of her days in a coma.

No chance of me doing that spell, he thought with a sneer, before
closing the book with a snap. It would be a cold day in hell when he would risk
his life for creating a protective triangle. Not even Lord Voldemort
could inspire him to do it!

Why would anyone even create that spell? He thought, as he sat back down
to the essays, when they knew they would die.

Staring at the essay, he closed his eyes. Perhaps he should go to bed,
he could do this later. Except, he was afraid of falling
behind in grading them. Ever since Hermione had come into his life, he
had suddenly become that much busier. Before, he had no one to really bother
about, or to visit, or to be normal
with.

With her around, she seemed to demand a lot of his attention, distracting
him from the tedious work of marking, acting like a vixen. Plus what was with
that kiss? So random, he wasn�t used
to random affection at all.

Setting his quill down, and deciding it would be a bad job to continue,
he went to his rooms, well their rooms, he supposed, and got ready for bed, his
eyes glancing at his sleeping wife.

Slipping in beside her, he gravitated to her warm form, and spooned
against her. Ever since she came along, his favorite sleeping position of laying on his back had changed, to spooning or to somehow
having her in constant contact with her.

He had found, that holding her caused his
nightmares to stop, and using this as his excuse for his new idea of how to
sleep, he gave into the temptation each and every time.

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Although Hermione had not asked Severus any questions, she was still
disturbed by the lady over the Christmas Holidays, and how he had reacted to
her, he seemed to have momentarily lost his mind.

Whenever she seemed to gather the courage to ask him about it though, it
wavered, and somehow she ended up on some compromising position, which made her
wonder if he knew what she was going to ask, and figured the best way to shut
her up was to cause her to go mindless by orgasming.

Stirring her porridge, she was interested to see Harry more preoccupied
than she was, and upon questioning learnt that he had a meeting that evening
with Dumbledore. �She spent the rest of
breakfast speculating with Ron and Harry about what Harry would be learning
that evening.

Nothing much happened that day, except throughout the day Hermione felt
as if she was being watched. Whenever she turned around, she would see Draco Malfoy looking at her rather speculatively, and rathering not to know what was on his mind, she made sure
to keep in a group. By evening Hermione and Ron could be seen together in the
Gryffindor common room, waiting for Harry to appear, both wondering what he
could have learnt. Both so engrossed were they, that Hermione completely forgot
her timeline, and after the clock hit eleven o�clock and Harry appeared, found
the time to be passing faster as Harry began to relate to them about Horcruxes, when the clock chimed eleven thirty however,
there could be heard arguing outside the door, before the Fat Lady swung in,
revealing a rather unhappy looking Severus Snape.

Three faces paled immediately, as he sneered down on them.

Gathering her things up, she bid her friends a goodnight, briefly
hugging them, before taking Severus proffered arm, and climbing through the
portrait hole together, waiting for him to speak.

After a long silence. Hermione couldn�t stand it
any longer, �What took you so long? It�s really past my curfew.�

The anger she felt emanating from him, had kept her voice to a quiet
hush, and when he stopped quite abruptly outside the door to their rooms, she
stumbled forward, nearly crashing into the wall, before he caught her arm.

Pushing her into the rooms, he had her stand in the middle, as he
circled her.

�What took me so long, was that I was too busy marking to notice you
hadn�t arrived, and when I went to climb into bed, I noticed you weren�t
there.� he finally began, his eyes searching her. �And I can�t deduct ninety
points as much as I would like to, due to the fact that Minerva is defending
that the Gryffindor Common Room is still your common room.�

�I�m sorry Severus, I didn�t mean to be late, I
just got caught up.�

Tension seemed to release from him, a little bit, and Hermione heard him
give a soft sigh.

�Anyways, you don�t need to worry so much if I�m late, because you would
usually find me there.�

�Usually,� he hissed, �and something has been bothering you lately. What
is it?�

Opening her mouth like a fish, Hermiones
confused expression showed more than she knew, and after a moment replied,
�Bothered?�

�Yesterday, when you kissed me, it felt as if you were trying to get rid
of something,� his dark eyes seemed to probe into hers, and she quickly looked
away. . �And I�ve noticed Draco continuously staring
at you, what is going on between you two?�

He seemed to be gathering his dark aura, the one Hermione feared and
hated yet also pitied, and she knew if she didn�t diffuse the situation soon,
things would turn ugly.

�Nothing, on my part,� she began, the one part lie, three quarters truth
forming as she looked him in the eye, �Lately he�s taken an interest in me.�

An emotion flickered across his face, and not really sure what it meant,
she continued, �Just uhm, last night, when I was
walking back here he kissed me and told me it was from his father, but I didn�t
put much by it since his father is still in Azkaban.�

�Shit.� Severus mood had shifted, and he stared at some spot over her
head.

�Shit?� she looked at him curiously, trying to hide the yawn that wanted
to overtake her. Merlin, why must important things always seem to happen when
all one wanted to do was crawl into bed and disappear
from the world for a few hours?

Cold angry eyes turned to her, as he murmured, �You should have told me
about this right away!�

�Why? Is it important?�

�Oh yes, I keep forgetting you�re not acquainted with the intricacies of
the Dark Lord,� his sneered words felt like a slap in the face.

�Why? Tell me what it means!� she stepped towards him, trying to cover
up the fact that all she wanted to do was to cover her ears and pretend that
this part of Severus didn�t exist, this one dark part of the world concerning Voldemort was just a fairy tale, and that a kiss was just a
kiss.

�It means, that the Dark Lord has given permission for the high ranking
Death Eaters to have a go at you if the get the chance,� he hissed, stepping
towards her.

�Why didn�t he tell you that himself?�

Severus face darkened, his brows drawn together, as he replied, �Because
the Dark Lord knows I do not share well. This has probably happened due to my
tardiness in following orders.�

�Orders?�

�Of impregnating you witch!�

Her mouth dropped open, as she tried to process this. �Impregnate?�

�Yes. One of the most ridiculous orders ever given.�

Hermione frowned, and then replied, �I�d rather be pregnant with your
child than a free for all for all the higher ranking Death Eaters.� she turned
her eyes firmly at him, and said steadily, �Severus, if this is what it takes
for my safety, then impregnate me.�

�Not a chance in hell,� he quipped, his hand unconsciously reaching out
to grasp an errant curl.

�Why not?� she hissed, annoyed that her selfless offer should be turned
down so quickly.

�Do I need to list the reasons why having a child would make our lives a
living misery? I see from your face I do, ah the sweet Gryffindor Pride coming
to the forefront, only thinking in black and white and not seeing the whole
picture.� he continued on over her protestations, �First, having a child would
cause lack of sleep, which both of us will need more of in the future, due to
the situations becoming no doubt more difficult. Second having a child would
bind you to me further, which means that you couldn�t make your clean escape
into the Muggle world after the war, Three there is no guarantee that this time
next year either of us would be cozily holed up in Hogwarts with a beaming
Dumbledore to act like a guardian angel to save us all from the terrible
darkness outside, Four I do not want a child, Five I wont even consider
bringing a child into a marriage that won�t last longer than the demise of the
Dark Lord, Six, the child would want to know why it was born, and after finding
out it was born to thwart the Dark Lord, and if this situation hadn�t arisen at
all would never have been considered, would probably end up going to St Mungos for being mentally unstable and wanting to kill
themselves due to self pity. Seven, even with you in the Muggle world with the
child, I would still have to pay child support while you struggle to finish
school, and raise a child, having no time to go out and live a normal Muggle
life to meet your life mate. Do I need to go on?�

Processing everything, she sighed, �Then whats
the alternative? Me getting repeatedly raped by Death
Eaters?�

�No. There are other ways of protection, that the Dark Lord has overlooked.�
he replied.

�Like what?�

�I�ll tell you tomorrow,� he replied, leaving her standing there as he
walked to the bedroom.

Growling, Hermione began to strip, following him, and once nude, in a
petty revenge, sashayed around the room, before entering the bathroom to
complete her evening cleansing.

When she came out she smirked to see him pretending to sleep, and when
she slipped her nightgown over, intentionally forgetting to put anything else
on, she suggestively slid into bed beside him, and was rewarded by the feel of
his reaction to her actions evident through his pajama bottoms.

The night slid by in unspoken frustration, and when the morning came,
both of them were glad to get the hell out of each others hair, not speaking a
word between them.

Severus Snape, angry at being thwarted in taking away the ninety points
he so desired, and fueled by the attitude of his wife, was one of the most
unpleasant people to be around, and the students quickly found that the only
thing that was reasonably safe to do was to breathe.

By the time mid morning rolled around, Hermione was interested to see
some students nudging each other when they passed her, and a couple of fifth
year Hufflepuffs reduced to tears. When asked, what
the matter was, a Hufflepuff looked at her, and
sobbed that she had lost her house fifty points for rapidly blinking. When
asked who had deducted the points for something so ridiculous, they looked at
her with some trepidation before answering Professor Snape.

Incensed, she passed more students and when she saw the hourglasses for
each house, was not surprised to see all but Slytherin
greatly depleted in points.

By the time lunch rolled around, Hermione had been pleaded with to go
reason with him, since she seemed to be the only hope to stop Snapes horrible mood, and she was getting the feeling that
they were looking upon her as some kind of savior, to save them from the mean
nasty Professor.

Although it was her original intention to just let it be, not really
wanting to talk to Snape himself, the story of a second year Ravenclaw who had bent down to pick up a quill, and been
deducted twenty points for �unseemly habits of dropping quills�, caused her to
reconsider, and go find Severus the moment the class before lunch ended.

Grateful eyes followed her route to the Dark Arts classroom, and she
caught him as he was just about to go to lunch.

Closing the door behind her and silencing it, she regarded him with a
rather dark look, as he calmly observed her.

�What the hell is wrong with you?� she hissed, stepping towards him.

�What do you mean what is wrong with me?� he calmly replied.

�You�re on a point deducting rampage! Gryffindor has lost nearly one
hundred points already!�

�Can�t blame me if your classmates are incompetent
idiots.�

�Oh no you don�t!� she growled, stepping up until she was chest to chest
with him [well to be honest it would be more chest to abdomen] and glaring up
into his eyes.

�Oh no I don�t what?�

�His smirk seemed to push her off
the edge, as she hissed, �Be an arrogant prick for no real reason at all!�

�I�m always an arrogant prick for no reason at all, no reason to change
now.� He calmly inspected his finger nails, ignoring the danger signs of a very
pissed off Hermione.

Not seeing it coming, Severus found himself blasted atop of his desk,
his body shoving everything that was on it onto the floor, and angrily trying
to aim back at her found himself bound spread eagled on his large desk.

Her face smirked down at his, as she circled him, �I�m so glad you have
such a nice big desk Severus. So lovely to see you finally utilize all the
space!�

�Let me go you cretin!� he hissed, trying to figure a way to break the
bonds.

�But why? You look so lovely as a paper
weight, except all of your papers happen to be in a mess all over the floor, oopsie.� she gave a rather nasty laugh, as she
prodded his chin with her wand. �Tell me the other way of protecting me, or
else I will do far worse things to your personage than binding you to your
desk.�

�No,� his black eyes narrowed at her, �I was going to tell you tonight,
but since you�re using this method to coerce it out of me, it can wait.�

�Uhhuumm, we have the entire lunch time and a
spare of mine to get this all sorted out Severus.�

�I don�t have a spare you little chit!� he growled, angrily trying to
bite at her hand.

�Until this is all sorted, you do have a spare now. I�m sure the other
Professors won�t object, especially with the point taking rampage you seem to
be on today.�

She moved out of his site, and suddenly a cold sensation washed over
him, it took him a moment to realize she had removed his clothes leaving him
buck naked atop his desk.

�Hermione,� he hissed, �What are you doing?�

Suddenly she popped into view, wearing nothing but her underwear. �Being
persuasive.� the small smirk and glint in her eyes let him know that she was
going to be very persuasive indeed.

�You�re not seriously,� he began, but was cut off as her small hands
grasped his penis and began to softly stroke him to hardness.

He struggled against her ministrations, but when she added her mouth, he
could feel himself give in, his blood rushing to the one area she was giving
extra attention to.

Fondling his balls, she slid her tongue expertly around his flange,
before sliding it down the vein and breathing hotly against his base, before
taking one sac into her mouth and sucking.

Circling her tongue on the sensitive area just behind his balls, she
felt him stiffen letting out a muttered curse.

Pulling away she smirked at him, as she set herself back on the ground
and walked around him, dragging her wand across his flesh.

�Are you still not going to tell me Severus? Are you still going to be a
bad boy and deduct points willy
nilly?�

Glaring at her, he tried to sneer, trying to regain his faculties, but
whatever spell she was using on him, wherever she touched with her wand his
skin seemed to become hypersensitive.

She softly kissed his lips, sending shivers down his spine.

Sweetly torturing him, Severus felt himself give way inch by inch, until
finally he found himself begging her to let him come, and when she asked what
she wanted he said yes, he would tell her anything, the desperation tingeing
his voice, until he found her climbing atop of him and plunging her wet core
down around his sore aching need and riding him until they both came neither
one holding out long.

After, relaxed and satisfied, Hermione scourgified
them both and dressed, giving him a cheeky wink, before hurrying to the Great
Hall to see what she could make of some lunch, given that there were fifteen
minutes left.

She had completely forgotten that her next class happened to be DADA,
and that she had left Severus an entire period to brew over her retribution.

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On her way to class, she was met with happy gazes all around, and after
a few �thankyous� knew that Severus had been put off
his rampage. A few Slytherins joked about how she
might have got him to �listen� and after a few well aimed hexes, were soon not
so loud with their theories.

Entering class, she sat in her usual spot, and waited for him to begin.

He acted his usual self, which was better than being on a rampage, and
when everyone was settled, was not expecting what he had up his sleeve.

The moment he opened his mouth, Hermione realized with horrification
what exactly he meant to do.

His tones seemed to caress her, his gaze seemed to penetrate her, as he
related about unicorns.

Certain phrases, she knew were directed at her, as he used what she had
nicknamed his �sexy voice� to cause her body�s unwilling reactions.

�Their horns are used to penetrate
their enemies, when attacked, although they usually prefer not risk friction with other organisms.�

Gods, how he pronounced organisms seemed to her as if he had said
�orgasm� really loudly. Glancing frantically around from the corner of her eye,
she noticed some of the other girls going glassy eyed, and wondered if she was
not the only one being effected by his dulcet tones.

Her wet core pressed uncomfortably against her seat, and she tried
desperately to not give into the temptation to start a masturbation charm in
the middle of class.

Struggling to keep her composure, she stared stonily ahead, the only
things giving her away was the flush in her cheeks and her breathing which
seemed to become increasingly heavy.

His knowing eyes as he passed by her turned her on more as he let slide
a flash of liquid heat that seared through her body, as he continued his
lecture on unicorns, and why when misused could be considered a Dark Creature.

Throughout the entire class, she struggled to concentrate, and each time
when she thought she had, he let drop another word that felt like his tongue
caressing her labia, or the penetration of his dick, causing her mind to go
blank for a few seconds.

She knew that he wasn�t using that other spell, that he had used previously,
and that the bastard was just using his voice to cause her discomfort.

�Show no mercy,
to those who hurt unicorns, for their innocence is often their demise.�

The students were busy writing down notes, and Hermione tried to hide
the shaking of her hand, as she attempted to write down the notes, attempting
to ignore his voice as he continued to lecture on and on about the properties
of unicorns, and how each property could by misused.

The clocks hands seemed to drag by, as she felt his words brush against
her skin in the most tantalizing of manners, and when the class was nearly up,
she gasped in surprise as his simple phrase of �You may come and hand in your essays now,� let her have an
unexpected orgasm right there in the middle of class.

Harry and Ron turned concerned looks to their flushed friend, and
inquiring if she was alright, she smiled rather brightly at them as she assured
them she was fine, and that she had just been inspired by the lecture about
what aspect of unicorns she was going to write her essay on.

Ron was satisfied with this answer, although Harry gave her a doubtful
look; he decided to leave her alone.

Hermione made sure to be the last student in the classroom, as she
handed in her essay, and making sure that her friends weren�t waiting around
for her, she turned molten liquid eyes on Severus, trying to convey a sense of
self righteous anger.

�How could you?� she hissed, shifting her bag over her shoulder.

�How could I what Madam Snape?� he replied, the mirth in his eyes belying
his tone of mild curiosity.

�Use your voice to, to, you know!� her face
flushed a bright red.

�I really have no idea what you�re talking about,� he quirked his brow
at her, his eyes falling somewhere behind her, as he continued, �But I suggest
you hurry along, so that I can prepare for my next class.�

Glaring at him, she turned around to see that some students were
starting to trickle in, giving him a rather dirty look, she turned around
mortified that she could have actually come at the sound of his voice in the middle of class!

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That evening, Hermione lay in wait for Severus, extremely annoyed that
he was delayed by an impromptu staff meeting called by Dumbledore, about the
upcoming holiday event.

Using the time to do her homework, her eyes watched the clock drag by,
until with a sigh of frustration she set her quill down, and started to pace
around the room.

Why was he being so flippant about the other way of protecting her? Draco was still taking an unusually keen interest in her,
and it was creeping her out!

Anger churned in her belly, as she remembered Severus� treatment of her
today, and how stupid she was not to have �not retribution� as part of her
seduced agreement. She felt herself get wet, as she thought about the
retribution, and wondered if she subconsciously wanted the retribution and purposely left it out.

Hearing him enter the rooms, she nearly pounced on him, but was stopped
by the thunderous look on his face, and she quietly followed him around as he
shrugged out of his robes into something more comfortable.

When he had plopped onto the couch with a sigh, she moved in next to
him, resting her head on his shoulder, until she felt him relax, and place his
arm around her.

�Do you know what that bumble headed oaf is doing for Valentines Day?�
he began with a growl, �He�s going to have a ball!�

�A ball? Like the Yuletide one?�

�Yes, but without those other schools,� his dark gaze looked at hers and
she looked at him in a manner that she hoped wouldn�t piss him off even more.

He tried to form his next words, but his mouth seemed to show utter
distaste as he spat out, �A sweetheart dance.�

�Wait, you mean, you and I are going to have to dance together?� her
face paled at the thought, although they had been married for a while, she had
never really shown much affection for him outside of their private rooms. Life
outside of their rooms went on as normal [well as normal as a day can get with
a few seductions here and there]. The idea of dancing with Snape and being seen
with him as his wife for an entire evening was horrifying. Those were her
peers!

Sure they already knew, but to actually cement the fact in the public
eye gave her the willies, never mind the fact that Rita�s latest article had
arisen to a rise in the gossip concerning her, until she showed them her
wedding band.

He was studying her face, and when he saw the comprehension dawn on her,
he nodded, �Fortunately all spouses are invited, so the spotlight shouldn�t be
on us entirely.�

At her questioning glance he continued, �Flitwicks
wife is rather a looker, rumored to be part Veela.�

Trying to contain her giggles at the sudden sight of tiny Flitwick with a large bosomed woman twice his size, she
noticed the twitch of Severus� mouth letting her know that his mood had shifted
considerably.

Composing herself, she asked the question, �So tell me, what about these
protections against the other Death Eaters? How long do they take to set up?�

The atmosphere immediately turned serious, as Severus paused trying to
figure out the best way to tell her.

�They are mostly considered dark magic, but when used properly, aren�t
dark.� he began, his eyes taking in her look of concentration as she attempted
to drink all of his words in.

�Mainly, they are charms of concealment, although I will be including a
few extra if they really are able to get their hands on you, including ones
that cause impotence in anyone who wishes you ill intentions, thus preventing
rape, and a glamour that makes those who wish you ill intentions to see your
body as something undesirable. It works different on different people, so one
may see your breasts as noticeably saggy or your pubic hair as a wild riot that
takes over more than just your pussy.�

Her face had taken on the sheen of excitement as he explained how each
charm worked to protect her, and when he had finished, felt a sudden rush of
gratitude that on impulse she threw her arms around his neck and gave him a
sound kiss.

�Thankyou,� she murmured against his lips, and
pulling away, another look of concentration passed across her face, as she
began to nibble her lip, gazing into the distance.

�What is it Hermione?� he sighed, knowing that she was probably thinking
something that he would really not want to agree to.

�I was just wondering if you couldn�t protect other girls like this,�
she began slowly, �Like Luna and Ginny.�

�Oh stop being such a Gryffindor,� he grumbled, �If we protected
everyone like this, it would cause Voldemort to
figure it out that much easier leaving the protection null.�

�But I don�t want Ginny or Luna or even Lavender to be raped, and have
to put up with that,� she began, trying to make him see how much good could
come from this.

�No, they�re not in direct danger, and no one should get special
treatment for being your friends,� he replied.

�What if I told the Order about these spells?� she began, and when she
saw Severus colour slightly, she looked at him
suspiciously. �Severus, how exactly are these spells enacted?�

Looking away shiftily, he replied, �In order to make them work, they
need the act of sex to complete it.� he turned his
eyes onto hers, �And as far as I�m concerned, I don�t plan on having sex with
over half of Hogwarts and the Order.�

A small churning seemed to rear its head up at the thought of Severus
having sex with anyone other than her, and she gave a brief nod at his complete
refusal to do anyone but her.

�So when do we start?�

Giving her a considering look, he glanced at her homework, and then at
his desk full of papers to mark.

�As soon as we get the necessities out of the way,� he purred, �It takes
about a week to get everything set up, without any distractions, not sure how
long it will take with our everyday distractions.�

�Then lets begin with getting the everyday distractions out of the way,�
she replied, flicking her wand and having their work fly towards them and
settle neatly on the coffee table in front of them. Picking up a book, and
setting her essay inside of it, she snuggled into Severus, as he took his
essays and used a strong book himself as he wrapped one arm around her
shoulders marking the essays in relative peace.

They really should do work together like this more often, he found
himself thinking, it�s so comfortable.

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AN: Here we go,
thickening the plot and providing some answers into the dark world of DADA. An
unexpected lemon popped up, but I didn�t complain too much, since Hermione is
proving to be more headstrong than I am concerning those. :]

But heck, I don�t blame the girl! ;]

As usual all errors are mine!

@ Fifteen-Stitches � If you don�t
like the pairing why were you even lurking xDD Actually to be honest when I first heard of the pairing I
was all �Ew! Yuck� but then the idea haunted me, and
I had to look into it more� anyways I�m all converted now!
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