The Expectant Detectives
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Chapter Twenty-eight
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Chapter Twenty-eight
They left the rooms, joining the crowd as they rushed outside. Hanging from one of the windows of Gryffindor tower was none other than Sirius Black. This in itself wasn’t all that amazing, but the fact that it was done so by the man’s underwear that was wedged so far...Well, needless to say it would take surgery to remove had many there wondering how it was done at all.
“He grabbed my ass,” she muttered. “He’s lucky I didn’t feed him to Fluffy. As it was, Severus is lucky I didn’t do something to him as well by just letting him go the last time with a warning! Sirius will never learn if he doesn’t pay for what he does.”
“He’s paid,” Remus told her. “Get him down before…”
“Too late for that,” Severus said, looking up to Sirius. “What did he do this time?”
“Grabbed my ass,” she told her husband waving to the man who was yelling in pain. “This just sort of happened. Next thing I knew I was looking up and there he was hanging by his boxers. Which is amazing as he told me that he wasn’t wearing any.”
Severus let out a growl even as Hermione was getting Sirius to the ground.
Soon Sirius was hanging from Remus, who was helping him to walk. “Hermione...please stop!” He waved to the boxers that were still being magically pulled up his ass.
“Very well.” She waved her wand and in an instant he was standing on his own without his undershorts hampering his stride. “You have got to stop your silly games, Sirius. I’m not a pawn to be used between you and my husband. Do I make myself clear?”
“Very,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Promise never to do that to me again, Hermione.”
“I won’t,” she told him, looking him straight in the eyes. “Next time I won’t bother with the niceties and just hex your balls off.”
She left all three men looking at her in shock.
It was Sirius who said in horror, “She has a wicked mean temper.”
“That she does,” Severus stated as a small nearly undetectable smile graced his lips.
The two wizards stood there watching as the headmaster followed his witch back into the castle.
“I never thought I would say this, Remus, but they were made for each other,” Sirius rubbed his pained butt as he said as much.
“And you’re just discovering that now?” Remus asked. “I would have thought you would be more aware of what she might do the last time you hit on her and she knocked you out with that oil lamp.”
“So I bravely went forward with another plan, so what?”
“There’s a fine line between brave and foolhardy and you more than found it when you went on with this supposed plan?” Remus inquired of his long time friend. When Sirius only looked rebellious at his words, the werewolf reached over and pulled his boxers up in a long hard yank.
“Point made!” Sirius screeched to which his friend released him. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Some wizards learn their lessons the easy way and some the hard way. And then there’s you, who must learn his lessons in the most painful, not to mention, the most difficult way imaginable, which by the way only hurts you.”
“Again,” he said in a pain filled grumble, “Point made.”
***
“So we might be dealing with three Yaxley half brothers?”
“Perhaps, but one of them was more than likely given the Kiss, so no, technically we’re still only talking about two,” Hermione told Kingsley.
He glared at her saying, “It feels convoluted.”
“It does,” she muttered. “It’s either as I’ve suggested or the auror in question…”
“Paul-Robert Jenson,” Kingsley added absently.
She nodded in agreement as she kept going with, “Mr. Jenson betrayed everything that he should have stood for and ultimately abandoned his family for no better reason than greed.”
“Both theories suck,” he stated bluntly.
“Yes, that they do, but tell me when does any reasoning surrounding a murder not suck?” Hermione took a sip of her tea. “You know another thing that doesn’t make any sense to me at all in this investigation now that I think of it?”
“What?” he asked, curious as to what she might have thought of.
“How is it that a, pardon the term, loser such as that man Fargo could have survived? Not only survive, but managed to blackmail one of the worst death eaters ever to live? It's just not logical that a man could have stayed in constant contact with the escaped one or both of the Yaxley half-brothers without them killing him unless…” Everything about her went still in that moment. “Why didn’t I see it before? Oh Merlin!” She jumped up. “Need to find out if they’re still at the school…Come with me, would you?”
“What for?” he asked.
“I need your clout!” she exclaimed, pulling him along with her.
They found Severus first. She went straight over to him and rushed out with, “Did Harry leave his prisoner here?”
“No, thank Merlin,” he muttered, but narrowed his eyes as he asked, “Why?”
“No time, we have got to get to that man now!”
He caught her by her waist, pulling her back to himself and said, “There’s no 'we' in questioning any prisoner, never mind that one.”
“You don’t understand! We have got to get to him before Fargo convinces them to release him!” She turned to face him, her eyes big. “This will be my last time I’m taking part in an investigation for a year, Severus. Please?”
“Very well,” he told her. “But not without me in the cell watching your back.”
She beamed up at him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
***
It had been Hermione’s shout that had the aurors, Harry included, surrounding the portly man on his way out.
Hermione went over to her friend and asked, “Was Fargo drinking a lot? Think Mad Eye during our fourth year.”
Harry thought it over and muttered, “He has a flask he kept sipping on. He claimed it was for his nerves.” He looked to the aurors surrounding the man. “Search and take any and all drinking material from him.”
“No!” He tried to pull away from them, but he was well and truly caught.
They found several flasks all of which Severus confirmed to have polyjuice potion in them.
As the aurors were taking him back into the auror department again, Harry asked, “What now?”
“Now, we get him to talk,” she said, sounding grim. “Severus?”
“What?” he inquired.
“Care to help me with a plan?”
He stepped closer to her as he murmured, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
***
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Chapter Twenty-eight
They left the rooms, joining the crowd as they rushed outside. Hanging from one of the windows of Gryffindor tower was none other than Sirius Black. This in itself wasn’t all that amazing, but the fact that it was done so by the man’s underwear that was wedged so far...Well, needless to say it would take surgery to remove had many there wondering how it was done at all.
“He grabbed my ass,” she muttered. “He’s lucky I didn’t feed him to Fluffy. As it was, Severus is lucky I didn’t do something to him as well by just letting him go the last time with a warning! Sirius will never learn if he doesn’t pay for what he does.”
“He’s paid,” Remus told her. “Get him down before…”
“Too late for that,” Severus said, looking up to Sirius. “What did he do this time?”
“Grabbed my ass,” she told her husband waving to the man who was yelling in pain. “This just sort of happened. Next thing I knew I was looking up and there he was hanging by his boxers. Which is amazing as he told me that he wasn’t wearing any.”
Severus let out a growl even as Hermione was getting Sirius to the ground.
Soon Sirius was hanging from Remus, who was helping him to walk. “Hermione...please stop!” He waved to the boxers that were still being magically pulled up his ass.
“Very well.” She waved her wand and in an instant he was standing on his own without his undershorts hampering his stride. “You have got to stop your silly games, Sirius. I’m not a pawn to be used between you and my husband. Do I make myself clear?”
“Very,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Promise never to do that to me again, Hermione.”
“I won’t,” she told him, looking him straight in the eyes. “Next time I won’t bother with the niceties and just hex your balls off.”
She left all three men looking at her in shock.
It was Sirius who said in horror, “She has a wicked mean temper.”
“That she does,” Severus stated as a small nearly undetectable smile graced his lips.
The two wizards stood there watching as the headmaster followed his witch back into the castle.
“I never thought I would say this, Remus, but they were made for each other,” Sirius rubbed his pained butt as he said as much.
“And you’re just discovering that now?” Remus asked. “I would have thought you would be more aware of what she might do the last time you hit on her and she knocked you out with that oil lamp.”
“So I bravely went forward with another plan, so what?”
“There’s a fine line between brave and foolhardy and you more than found it when you went on with this supposed plan?” Remus inquired of his long time friend. When Sirius only looked rebellious at his words, the werewolf reached over and pulled his boxers up in a long hard yank.
“Point made!” Sirius screeched to which his friend released him. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Some wizards learn their lessons the easy way and some the hard way. And then there’s you, who must learn his lessons in the most painful, not to mention, the most difficult way imaginable, which by the way only hurts you.”
“Again,” he said in a pain filled grumble, “Point made.”
***
“So we might be dealing with three Yaxley half brothers?”
“Perhaps, but one of them was more than likely given the Kiss, so no, technically we’re still only talking about two,” Hermione told Kingsley.
He glared at her saying, “It feels convoluted.”
“It does,” she muttered. “It’s either as I’ve suggested or the auror in question…”
“Paul-Robert Jenson,” Kingsley added absently.
She nodded in agreement as she kept going with, “Mr. Jenson betrayed everything that he should have stood for and ultimately abandoned his family for no better reason than greed.”
“Both theories suck,” he stated bluntly.
“Yes, that they do, but tell me when does any reasoning surrounding a murder not suck?” Hermione took a sip of her tea. “You know another thing that doesn’t make any sense to me at all in this investigation now that I think of it?”
“What?” he asked, curious as to what she might have thought of.
“How is it that a, pardon the term, loser such as that man Fargo could have survived? Not only survive, but managed to blackmail one of the worst death eaters ever to live? It's just not logical that a man could have stayed in constant contact with the escaped one or both of the Yaxley half-brothers without them killing him unless…” Everything about her went still in that moment. “Why didn’t I see it before? Oh Merlin!” She jumped up. “Need to find out if they’re still at the school…Come with me, would you?”
“What for?” he asked.
“I need your clout!” she exclaimed, pulling him along with her.
They found Severus first. She went straight over to him and rushed out with, “Did Harry leave his prisoner here?”
“No, thank Merlin,” he muttered, but narrowed his eyes as he asked, “Why?”
“No time, we have got to get to that man now!”
He caught her by her waist, pulling her back to himself and said, “There’s no 'we' in questioning any prisoner, never mind that one.”
“You don’t understand! We have got to get to him before Fargo convinces them to release him!” She turned to face him, her eyes big. “This will be my last time I’m taking part in an investigation for a year, Severus. Please?”
“Very well,” he told her. “But not without me in the cell watching your back.”
She beamed up at him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
***
It had been Hermione’s shout that had the aurors, Harry included, surrounding the portly man on his way out.
Hermione went over to her friend and asked, “Was Fargo drinking a lot? Think Mad Eye during our fourth year.”
Harry thought it over and muttered, “He has a flask he kept sipping on. He claimed it was for his nerves.” He looked to the aurors surrounding the man. “Search and take any and all drinking material from him.”
“No!” He tried to pull away from them, but he was well and truly caught.
They found several flasks all of which Severus confirmed to have polyjuice potion in them.
As the aurors were taking him back into the auror department again, Harry asked, “What now?”
“Now, we get him to talk,” she said, sounding grim. “Severus?”
“What?” he inquired.
“Care to help me with a plan?”
He stepped closer to her as he murmured, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
***
Time once again for the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was ""Shock the Monkey" by Peter Gabriel. Cookies go out to Voracious Reader and FlamingMothofDoom. If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Here's the next song! "Take your time, hurry up/The review is yours, don't be late/Take a rest as a friend" Here's your clue--Think grunge. Yeah, I know that's not much of a clue, but honestly I can't think of much today. Thanks for reading and have a great week!