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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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31
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15,847
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165
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Chapter Twenty-six
Hello! Hope everyone is doing well. Thanks for reading and for those who reviewed as well. They bolster the spirit in ways I can't even describe. So if you haven't reviewed yet, please do so! I love hearing from the readers and I do need the input for making the story the best it can be. Thanks.
Voracious Reader-- Just to let you know that conversation at the beginning of the last chapter was with Harry, not with Lucius as you thought. If I didn't make that clear enough, I'm sorry.
mia-- Don't worry about being snarky. We all are from time to time. I asked for everyone's favorite recipes, because frankly that's what I do. I went to culinary school and I love to cook. To be perfectly honest, I'm shocked I haven't asked for recipes before now! Thanks for the Cuppa-Cuppa-Cuppa. I plan on using it soon.
PLEASE READ & REVIEW
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Chapter Twenty-six
“You brought him here to Hogwarts?” Hermione hissed at her long time friend. “You do realize my husband will be less than thrilled about this?”
“Yes,” Harry told her. “But just listen. Fargo isn’t speaking! We tried everything and since he has no funds for representation, I don’t think we’ll see the back of him anytime soon. I’m out of ideas and pretty soon we’ll be out of luck and have to release him as well. Bringing him here to speak to you was my last option.”
She pursed her full lips, thinking this over. “This could be a turn of good fortune, but given the fact that man seems permanently jinxed, I’ll reserve my judgment on that for later.”
Harry nodded, asking, “What’s the plan?”
Hermione winced saying, “Severus…”
“Won’t let you near him,” he cut her off. “I know I wouldn’t let Ginny near him. No telling what could happen to her if I did.”
“Nothing serious, I’m sure. Ginny would probably only be discovered to be pregnant with your triplets the following week or something of the sort.”
Harry grinned broadly. “On the other hand…”
“Ginny would be the one carrying them, let me remind you. And no matter how much she loves you, she’d never let you forget how much bed rest, morning sickness, and overall labor she would go through.”
He snorted with laughter. “As if she hasn’t done that already.” He relaxed, smiling at her asking, “Are you looking forward to being a mum?”
Thinking it over she murmured, “For a long time I didn’t think being a mum was the thing for me. But then I thought over all the years I was mothering you and Ron. I discovered that I was already doing the work, so why not have one of my own?”
Harry was silent for a time before bursting out into laughter when he realized that she was joking and was still doing so as Severus came into the living room. Hermione would have said something to him, but he was currently glaring daggers at her friend.
“What is that man Fargo doing here?” Severus demanded, using his best headmaster’s voice. “This is a school, Potter, not the auror department or Azkaban!”
Hermione bit her bottom lip, wishing her husband wouldn’t use that tone of voice at that moment. And to think that she thought having sensitive breasts were bad enough. Did the pregnancy hormones make hearing more sexually stimulated as well?
“Hermione?” She looked up to Severus. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing that can’t be fixed once Harry’s gone. Have you two straightened out this business with this former auror yet?”
“No,” her husband said in a brisk tone. “I want that man out of my school, Potter. You had no business bringing him here.”
“Where that may very well be true, Severus,” Hermione put in. “Bringing him here may give more answers than we could have hoped to get otherwise…”
“You, Madam, are on medical leave!” he snapped, glaring down at her. “Hermione, you are going no where near him.”
“I never said that I was,” she told him, going on with, “Given the way that Matthew Fargo seems to have so much bad mojo around him, I would probably be giving birth to a litter if I did.” She stood up so that she was now closer to her husband. “This questioning requires two things that you would be better suited for. One, you’re far better at defensive spells and two, you’re a potions master.”
“What does the last have to do with anything?” he asked in a low voice.
“I’m working a theory,” she told him. “But I don’t know as much as you do about a certain potion.” Hermione looked into his dark eyes. “So far as I know that man is the only one that’s seen either of the Yaxley half-brothers since his escape and is still alive to tell the tale. Fargo can tell us what their state of mind is. At the very least we’ll have a firmer understanding as to just how addicted either or both of them are to polyjuice.”
“How do you figure that he’s seen them at all since the escape?” Harry was the one to ask.
“Where is Fargo getting his betting money from?” she asked. “It’s not in his accounts and he sure isn’t getting it from his wife or her family. He’d be dead by now if he tried.”
Rocking back on his heels, Severus muttered, “Blackmail.”
“Exactly,” she sighed. “It’s the only sound reason I know of why the man wouldn’t be talking at all to the aurors. It would literally be killing his funds.”
“Just the fact that he was brought in would have Yaxley spooked and more than willing to kill him,” her husband scoffed.
“Too true, but that’s a logical conclusion and the man in question, for the lack of a better term, is a dolt, not to mention a complete and utter fool.”
“Thus insulting fools everywhere,” Harry put in, looking weary as he said so. “So is Severus going to be questioning the man?”
“No!” Hermione snapped. “I want other children by him…”
“He can’t be that bad,” Severus muttered.
“He bet on a horse and it died,” his wife told him.
The Headmaster thought it over. “As long as he doesn’t wager on any of us, we’ll be safe.”
Hermione threw her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his chest.
“What’s this all about?” Severus asked, trying as he might to get past her voluminous hair in order to see her features. “Hermione, for Merlin sake get your tresses out of the way!”
Tilting her head back so that she could see his onyx eyes, she inquired, “You mean I can’t have a hug for, let’s say, the hell of it?”
Frowning he said, “Since when have you ever even thought of doing so?”
“Since I just spontaneously climaxed at the sound of your voice and I didn’t want Harry to see my face,” she muttered, turning an even deeper red than she had before that moment.
Harry let out a coughing/choking sound at what she had said. Severus, on the other hand was shocked. “You mean I can…without me even…”
“Your voice always has had an effect on me,” she confessed. “I remember over hearing your first year lecture just by chance during fifth year…” Sighing she looked up into her husband’s eyes. “That night in bed thinking about that while I, uh, you know, I had my first multiple orgasm.”
“I have to go question the suspect! I’ll let you know what happens this time!” And Harry rushed out of the rooms.
“Naughty minx,” Severus murmured, leaning down to kiss her lips lightly. “You knew that would have him running out of here.”
Smiling sheepishly she told him, “Honestly I was only thinking about one thing at that moment.”
“And that is?” he inquired.
“Actually it was three things,” she purred. “Care to hear what they are?”
“Certainly.”
“Hamburger, French fries, and a chocolate malt.” But then she smiled as she relented with, “You, me and a bed—happy?”
His eyes roamed over her face, taking in every detail and cherishing every last one as he whispered thickly, “More than I could ever express.”
***
Howdy everyone! It's time once again for my favorite game, Review Sing-A-Long!! The answer to the last one was "Hot Child in the City" by Nick Gilder. Cookies go out to Nightmare, Carrie, and LeonaVeritas! Cookie dough goes to Voracious Reader for getting the song right, but not knowing the person who performed it. If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Time for the next song! "You were a child/Crawlin' on your knees toward it/Makin' mama so proud/ But your review is too loud." Okay, here are your clues! This indie rock band is housed out of Brooklyn, and was in October of 2007 named "Artist of the Day" by Spin.com and was in November 2007 considered a top ten "Artist to Watch" for in 2008 by Rolling Stone. Well, that's about it! Have a great week people!
Voracious Reader-- Just to let you know that conversation at the beginning of the last chapter was with Harry, not with Lucius as you thought. If I didn't make that clear enough, I'm sorry.
mia-- Don't worry about being snarky. We all are from time to time. I asked for everyone's favorite recipes, because frankly that's what I do. I went to culinary school and I love to cook. To be perfectly honest, I'm shocked I haven't asked for recipes before now! Thanks for the Cuppa-Cuppa-Cuppa. I plan on using it soon.
PLEASE READ & REVIEW
***
Chapter Twenty-six
“You brought him here to Hogwarts?” Hermione hissed at her long time friend. “You do realize my husband will be less than thrilled about this?”
“Yes,” Harry told her. “But just listen. Fargo isn’t speaking! We tried everything and since he has no funds for representation, I don’t think we’ll see the back of him anytime soon. I’m out of ideas and pretty soon we’ll be out of luck and have to release him as well. Bringing him here to speak to you was my last option.”
She pursed her full lips, thinking this over. “This could be a turn of good fortune, but given the fact that man seems permanently jinxed, I’ll reserve my judgment on that for later.”
Harry nodded, asking, “What’s the plan?”
Hermione winced saying, “Severus…”
“Won’t let you near him,” he cut her off. “I know I wouldn’t let Ginny near him. No telling what could happen to her if I did.”
“Nothing serious, I’m sure. Ginny would probably only be discovered to be pregnant with your triplets the following week or something of the sort.”
Harry grinned broadly. “On the other hand…”
“Ginny would be the one carrying them, let me remind you. And no matter how much she loves you, she’d never let you forget how much bed rest, morning sickness, and overall labor she would go through.”
He snorted with laughter. “As if she hasn’t done that already.” He relaxed, smiling at her asking, “Are you looking forward to being a mum?”
Thinking it over she murmured, “For a long time I didn’t think being a mum was the thing for me. But then I thought over all the years I was mothering you and Ron. I discovered that I was already doing the work, so why not have one of my own?”
Harry was silent for a time before bursting out into laughter when he realized that she was joking and was still doing so as Severus came into the living room. Hermione would have said something to him, but he was currently glaring daggers at her friend.
“What is that man Fargo doing here?” Severus demanded, using his best headmaster’s voice. “This is a school, Potter, not the auror department or Azkaban!”
Hermione bit her bottom lip, wishing her husband wouldn’t use that tone of voice at that moment. And to think that she thought having sensitive breasts were bad enough. Did the pregnancy hormones make hearing more sexually stimulated as well?
“Hermione?” She looked up to Severus. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing that can’t be fixed once Harry’s gone. Have you two straightened out this business with this former auror yet?”
“No,” her husband said in a brisk tone. “I want that man out of my school, Potter. You had no business bringing him here.”
“Where that may very well be true, Severus,” Hermione put in. “Bringing him here may give more answers than we could have hoped to get otherwise…”
“You, Madam, are on medical leave!” he snapped, glaring down at her. “Hermione, you are going no where near him.”
“I never said that I was,” she told him, going on with, “Given the way that Matthew Fargo seems to have so much bad mojo around him, I would probably be giving birth to a litter if I did.” She stood up so that she was now closer to her husband. “This questioning requires two things that you would be better suited for. One, you’re far better at defensive spells and two, you’re a potions master.”
“What does the last have to do with anything?” he asked in a low voice.
“I’m working a theory,” she told him. “But I don’t know as much as you do about a certain potion.” Hermione looked into his dark eyes. “So far as I know that man is the only one that’s seen either of the Yaxley half-brothers since his escape and is still alive to tell the tale. Fargo can tell us what their state of mind is. At the very least we’ll have a firmer understanding as to just how addicted either or both of them are to polyjuice.”
“How do you figure that he’s seen them at all since the escape?” Harry was the one to ask.
“Where is Fargo getting his betting money from?” she asked. “It’s not in his accounts and he sure isn’t getting it from his wife or her family. He’d be dead by now if he tried.”
Rocking back on his heels, Severus muttered, “Blackmail.”
“Exactly,” she sighed. “It’s the only sound reason I know of why the man wouldn’t be talking at all to the aurors. It would literally be killing his funds.”
“Just the fact that he was brought in would have Yaxley spooked and more than willing to kill him,” her husband scoffed.
“Too true, but that’s a logical conclusion and the man in question, for the lack of a better term, is a dolt, not to mention a complete and utter fool.”
“Thus insulting fools everywhere,” Harry put in, looking weary as he said so. “So is Severus going to be questioning the man?”
“No!” Hermione snapped. “I want other children by him…”
“He can’t be that bad,” Severus muttered.
“He bet on a horse and it died,” his wife told him.
The Headmaster thought it over. “As long as he doesn’t wager on any of us, we’ll be safe.”
Hermione threw her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his chest.
“What’s this all about?” Severus asked, trying as he might to get past her voluminous hair in order to see her features. “Hermione, for Merlin sake get your tresses out of the way!”
Tilting her head back so that she could see his onyx eyes, she inquired, “You mean I can’t have a hug for, let’s say, the hell of it?”
Frowning he said, “Since when have you ever even thought of doing so?”
“Since I just spontaneously climaxed at the sound of your voice and I didn’t want Harry to see my face,” she muttered, turning an even deeper red than she had before that moment.
Harry let out a coughing/choking sound at what she had said. Severus, on the other hand was shocked. “You mean I can…without me even…”
“Your voice always has had an effect on me,” she confessed. “I remember over hearing your first year lecture just by chance during fifth year…” Sighing she looked up into her husband’s eyes. “That night in bed thinking about that while I, uh, you know, I had my first multiple orgasm.”
“I have to go question the suspect! I’ll let you know what happens this time!” And Harry rushed out of the rooms.
“Naughty minx,” Severus murmured, leaning down to kiss her lips lightly. “You knew that would have him running out of here.”
Smiling sheepishly she told him, “Honestly I was only thinking about one thing at that moment.”
“And that is?” he inquired.
“Actually it was three things,” she purred. “Care to hear what they are?”
“Certainly.”
“Hamburger, French fries, and a chocolate malt.” But then she smiled as she relented with, “You, me and a bed—happy?”
His eyes roamed over her face, taking in every detail and cherishing every last one as he whispered thickly, “More than I could ever express.”
***
Howdy everyone! It's time once again for my favorite game, Review Sing-A-Long!! The answer to the last one was "Hot Child in the City" by Nick Gilder. Cookies go out to Nightmare, Carrie, and LeonaVeritas! Cookie dough goes to Voracious Reader for getting the song right, but not knowing the person who performed it. If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Time for the next song! "You were a child/Crawlin' on your knees toward it/Makin' mama so proud/ But your review is too loud." Okay, here are your clues! This indie rock band is housed out of Brooklyn, and was in October of 2007 named "Artist of the Day" by Spin.com and was in November 2007 considered a top ten "Artist to Watch" for in 2008 by Rolling Stone. Well, that's about it! Have a great week people!