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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
31
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15,849
Reviews:
165
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Currently Reading:
2
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Chapter Twenty-Seven
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Chapter Twenty-seven
Hermione’s fork stopped in mid-bite as she looked over to her dear friend and asked, “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
Ginny blinked at her clearly insulted that she had asked. “Whatever…”
“You went to speak to Fudge about an unknown person, who might very well be a suspect in a series of killings and who may have been there at the museum at the time you went to do so…” she held her hand up to stop the protests and went on with, “And you did it with only your children in attendance?” Hermione made a noise in the back of her throat. “Merlin’s teeth, Ginny, Harry’s going to blow a gasket when he hears as much.”
Frowning her friend asked, “What’s a gasket?”
“It’s muggle and I could explain it until I was blue in the face, but it wouldn’t stop your husband from being furious when he finds out that you tried to do his job,” Hermione told her, making the younger witch blush.
“No he wouldn’t,” Ginny insisted. “He would be proud of my…”
“Ability to place yourself and your children in potential danger?” Hermione asked dryly. “Oh yes, I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.”
Sitting up straighter, Ginny demanded, “And how do you know this? He could be proud of what I did!”
“Be proud of what exactly?” came from behind the redhead.
Mrs. Potter’s eyes went wide and spun around to see Harry who was leaning in the doorway, standing casually, but had a hard look in his green eyes as he was watching his wife.
“I went to speak to, uh, Mr. Fudge in order to find out who his partner was…”
“I know,” he said, walking over to her. “Care to find out how I do?” He paused just a second, leaned over so that his head was next to hers answering before she had a chance to breathe, “Fudge called me. Asked me why in the world would I be sending my wife to ask questions when he didn’t have his solicitor available.”
Swallowing thickly Ginny breathed, “I didn’t know he would require one if I were the one asking him the questions. I’m not an auror after all.”
“That’s what I pointed out to him,” he told her, looking over to Hermione.
“Don’t look at me,” she told him with her hands up. “I had nothing to do with this.”
“For once,” he muttered, looking back to his own wife again. “Did he tell you the answer you were looking for?”
“No,” she complained. “And I came so close too!”
“I bet,” he said, looking over to his best friend as he went on with, “Hermione, you know what the best kind of answer is?”
Not knowing where he might be going with this question, she answered, “No, do tell.”
“When someone gives an answer that they never intended to give and purely by accident. Like when Fudge told me and I quote, I don’t know why everyone is so interested in the fact that Remus Lupin is my chief curator for the museum, end quote.” Harry laughed. “You should have seen his face after that. It was priceless.”
“I bet,” Hermione murmured with a grin, looking over to Ginny who was now pouting. “What?”
“Remus?” Ginny muttered.
“Why not Remus?” the other two inquired of her.
“It’s not like he would be involved in all this nonsense going on, is he? It makes as much sense as that guard taking Yaxley’s place,” she told them.
Hermione worried her lower lip. “He wouldn’t be recorded as Yaxley in the Death Log.”
“Exactly,” Ginny stated, looking proud of herself.
“Harry,” she whispered, looking over to him. “Thoroughly study that missing auror and his family history. There might be more about him than meets the eyes. Something that the Yaxley half-brothers knew and used to their advantage.”
“Will do,” Harry murmured, taking down the notes. “Anything else?”
“Have you ever put any thought into spanking?”
“We don’t believe in punishing the children in that manner,” Harry told her, looking slightly affronted that she would even suggest it.
“I wasn’t referring to your children,” she said, looking to his wife. “I figure if you spanked her, she wouldn’t be as idiotic as to put herself into what could have been a dangerous situation as she did today.”
“Hey! There was no danger! You heard Harry yourself. It was Remus!” exclaimed Ginny.
“But you didn’t know that going into there, did you?” Harry asked her in a low growl.
Swallowing thickly, Ginny whispered, “Can’t we talk about this later?”
“Oh, we will,” he told her, pulling her to her feet. “Where are the children?”
“Over at the Burrow,” she murmured. “I dropped them off after I took them with me to speak to…” Harry looked at her sharply and she knew that she had made a big mistake.
“Ten,” he muttered, pulling her away. “To start with. And complaining at this point will only get you more…”
“Hermione! I’m going to…” Ginny started to threaten.
“Fifteen!” Harry snapped as they both flooed away.
***
“Why all the mystery, Remus?” Hermione asked him.
Flushing at her words, he put down his tea as he whispered, “I could see the turnout if it were found out that a werewolf was in charge of the museum.” Sighing he looked over to her, “How did you find out?”
“Long story short, Fudge via Harry,” she answered. “The man told him by accident.” Hermione took a sip of her tea and asked, “So do tell, are you having as much fun as I think you are pulling this museum together?”
Remus was quiet for a time before a large grin broke out on his face. “It’s been amazing.”
“Even having to work with Mr. Fudge?”
Laughing he said, “It’s nothing that a well placed silencing charm cannot remedy.”
“There is that,” she chuckled. “Not to get off the topic, but I need your opinion on something.”
“Of course,” he replied as he took up his tea once more.
“Actually I need two opinions.” Hermione then went on to tell him everything she knew about the guard as well as the Death Log, not to mention her theory as to what happened to the missing auror. “He wouldn’t be recorded as Yaxley, would he? Is there a way to tamper with the Death Log?”
“Or is he yet another of Yaxley’s get?” he suggested quietly. “The senior Yaxley had quite a few bastards from what I heard.”
“There is that of course,” she sighed. “My mind has been in such a haze I never even thought of the obvious.”
“It’s the hormones,” he explained to her. “Tonks went through the very same. Only for her it was more painful, as she was forgetting things like her hand on a doorframe as she’s was shutting the very same door she was holding the frame of.”
Wincing she declared, “How was she able to make it through the pregnancy in one piece?”
“I put a shielding charm on her once I saw what was happening.” He took a sip of his tea. “What was the other thing you wished to have my opinion on?”
“Sirius,” she muttered. “He made another move on me. It’s getting to be dangerous. If Severus found out…”
“I understand,” he stated. “Is Sirius still here?”
“That’s part of the reason I invited you over. You need to take him away before he’s discovered…” There seemed to be a stampede of students outside of the rooms. “Too late, I think they found him.”
***
There's nothing like a cliffhanger (insert evil laugh here)! And about that spanking business, I know it sounds terribly sexist, but honestly if you can just wait to read what's coming up to reserve your judgement believe me when I say that it gets explained and resolved.
Here it is, time for my favorite game--the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "Kids" by MGMT. A bunch of cookies go out to LadyFireCrab and her family for getting the answer! How could I not have them here? They are an awesome group. So if you haven't heard them or their tunes, check them out.
Time for the next song! "Fox the fox/Rat on the rat/You can review the reviewer/there is one thing you must be sure of/I can't take anymore" Okay, here is your clue. This man used to be a part of a major group in the 1970's and early 1980's. And when he went solo, his lead singer roll was taken over by the drummer. A rather artsy perfectionist, this singer/songwriter managed to take longer to produce a soundtrack for a very infamous movie than it was to make the film itself (it wasn't officially finished and released for sale until a approximately year after the movie's release in the theaters)! There you go! Here's to everyone having an incredible week (cheering you with my coffee)!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
***
Chapter Twenty-seven
Hermione’s fork stopped in mid-bite as she looked over to her dear friend and asked, “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
Ginny blinked at her clearly insulted that she had asked. “Whatever…”
“You went to speak to Fudge about an unknown person, who might very well be a suspect in a series of killings and who may have been there at the museum at the time you went to do so…” she held her hand up to stop the protests and went on with, “And you did it with only your children in attendance?” Hermione made a noise in the back of her throat. “Merlin’s teeth, Ginny, Harry’s going to blow a gasket when he hears as much.”
Frowning her friend asked, “What’s a gasket?”
“It’s muggle and I could explain it until I was blue in the face, but it wouldn’t stop your husband from being furious when he finds out that you tried to do his job,” Hermione told her, making the younger witch blush.
“No he wouldn’t,” Ginny insisted. “He would be proud of my…”
“Ability to place yourself and your children in potential danger?” Hermione asked dryly. “Oh yes, I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.”
Sitting up straighter, Ginny demanded, “And how do you know this? He could be proud of what I did!”
“Be proud of what exactly?” came from behind the redhead.
Mrs. Potter’s eyes went wide and spun around to see Harry who was leaning in the doorway, standing casually, but had a hard look in his green eyes as he was watching his wife.
“I went to speak to, uh, Mr. Fudge in order to find out who his partner was…”
“I know,” he said, walking over to her. “Care to find out how I do?” He paused just a second, leaned over so that his head was next to hers answering before she had a chance to breathe, “Fudge called me. Asked me why in the world would I be sending my wife to ask questions when he didn’t have his solicitor available.”
Swallowing thickly Ginny breathed, “I didn’t know he would require one if I were the one asking him the questions. I’m not an auror after all.”
“That’s what I pointed out to him,” he told her, looking over to Hermione.
“Don’t look at me,” she told him with her hands up. “I had nothing to do with this.”
“For once,” he muttered, looking back to his own wife again. “Did he tell you the answer you were looking for?”
“No,” she complained. “And I came so close too!”
“I bet,” he said, looking over to his best friend as he went on with, “Hermione, you know what the best kind of answer is?”
Not knowing where he might be going with this question, she answered, “No, do tell.”
“When someone gives an answer that they never intended to give and purely by accident. Like when Fudge told me and I quote, I don’t know why everyone is so interested in the fact that Remus Lupin is my chief curator for the museum, end quote.” Harry laughed. “You should have seen his face after that. It was priceless.”
“I bet,” Hermione murmured with a grin, looking over to Ginny who was now pouting. “What?”
“Remus?” Ginny muttered.
“Why not Remus?” the other two inquired of her.
“It’s not like he would be involved in all this nonsense going on, is he? It makes as much sense as that guard taking Yaxley’s place,” she told them.
Hermione worried her lower lip. “He wouldn’t be recorded as Yaxley in the Death Log.”
“Exactly,” Ginny stated, looking proud of herself.
“Harry,” she whispered, looking over to him. “Thoroughly study that missing auror and his family history. There might be more about him than meets the eyes. Something that the Yaxley half-brothers knew and used to their advantage.”
“Will do,” Harry murmured, taking down the notes. “Anything else?”
“Have you ever put any thought into spanking?”
“We don’t believe in punishing the children in that manner,” Harry told her, looking slightly affronted that she would even suggest it.
“I wasn’t referring to your children,” she said, looking to his wife. “I figure if you spanked her, she wouldn’t be as idiotic as to put herself into what could have been a dangerous situation as she did today.”
“Hey! There was no danger! You heard Harry yourself. It was Remus!” exclaimed Ginny.
“But you didn’t know that going into there, did you?” Harry asked her in a low growl.
Swallowing thickly, Ginny whispered, “Can’t we talk about this later?”
“Oh, we will,” he told her, pulling her to her feet. “Where are the children?”
“Over at the Burrow,” she murmured. “I dropped them off after I took them with me to speak to…” Harry looked at her sharply and she knew that she had made a big mistake.
“Ten,” he muttered, pulling her away. “To start with. And complaining at this point will only get you more…”
“Hermione! I’m going to…” Ginny started to threaten.
“Fifteen!” Harry snapped as they both flooed away.
***
“Why all the mystery, Remus?” Hermione asked him.
Flushing at her words, he put down his tea as he whispered, “I could see the turnout if it were found out that a werewolf was in charge of the museum.” Sighing he looked over to her, “How did you find out?”
“Long story short, Fudge via Harry,” she answered. “The man told him by accident.” Hermione took a sip of her tea and asked, “So do tell, are you having as much fun as I think you are pulling this museum together?”
Remus was quiet for a time before a large grin broke out on his face. “It’s been amazing.”
“Even having to work with Mr. Fudge?”
Laughing he said, “It’s nothing that a well placed silencing charm cannot remedy.”
“There is that,” she chuckled. “Not to get off the topic, but I need your opinion on something.”
“Of course,” he replied as he took up his tea once more.
“Actually I need two opinions.” Hermione then went on to tell him everything she knew about the guard as well as the Death Log, not to mention her theory as to what happened to the missing auror. “He wouldn’t be recorded as Yaxley, would he? Is there a way to tamper with the Death Log?”
“Or is he yet another of Yaxley’s get?” he suggested quietly. “The senior Yaxley had quite a few bastards from what I heard.”
“There is that of course,” she sighed. “My mind has been in such a haze I never even thought of the obvious.”
“It’s the hormones,” he explained to her. “Tonks went through the very same. Only for her it was more painful, as she was forgetting things like her hand on a doorframe as she’s was shutting the very same door she was holding the frame of.”
Wincing she declared, “How was she able to make it through the pregnancy in one piece?”
“I put a shielding charm on her once I saw what was happening.” He took a sip of his tea. “What was the other thing you wished to have my opinion on?”
“Sirius,” she muttered. “He made another move on me. It’s getting to be dangerous. If Severus found out…”
“I understand,” he stated. “Is Sirius still here?”
“That’s part of the reason I invited you over. You need to take him away before he’s discovered…” There seemed to be a stampede of students outside of the rooms. “Too late, I think they found him.”
***
There's nothing like a cliffhanger (insert evil laugh here)! And about that spanking business, I know it sounds terribly sexist, but honestly if you can just wait to read what's coming up to reserve your judgement believe me when I say that it gets explained and resolved.
Here it is, time for my favorite game--the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "Kids" by MGMT. A bunch of cookies go out to LadyFireCrab and her family for getting the answer! How could I not have them here? They are an awesome group. So if you haven't heard them or their tunes, check them out.
Time for the next song! "Fox the fox/Rat on the rat/You can review the reviewer/there is one thing you must be sure of/I can't take anymore" Okay, here is your clue. This man used to be a part of a major group in the 1970's and early 1980's. And when he went solo, his lead singer roll was taken over by the drummer. A rather artsy perfectionist, this singer/songwriter managed to take longer to produce a soundtrack for a very infamous movie than it was to make the film itself (it wasn't officially finished and released for sale until a approximately year after the movie's release in the theaters)! There you go! Here's to everyone having an incredible week (cheering you with my coffee)!