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Doing it for the Order Complete	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 72679 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: So I figure I have two chapters to go after this one (including the epilogue). However, I’ve left a sprinkle of foregrounding for an additional potential ‘Vati threesome’ chapter to reward her for her efforts throughout. Let me know if you’re keen. If there’s enough interest I’ll have a go at my first M/F/F. If there’s not, I’ll finish as originally intended. If there is a ‘Vati reward’ chapter, remember you don’t have to read it if it’s not your thing. I’ll leave it out of the end-of-story exam just in case ;) DSx
Kvarta – ‘you and your twisted brain’ – are you really one to talk? I saw the summary for your next story . . . now I know why you needed your crazy muse back ;) ‘she's smart enough not to damage anything she might need in future’ – hahah, too right, clever girl! ‘you presented Dumbledore as much better man than I'll ever be able to see him’ – perhaps there was more happening behind the scenes than we were ever aware of? ‘I'm literally ROFLing right now’ yay!! ‘don't tell me, that is his too?’ – ooh yes, he’s a cleverly naughty boy our Sev. ‘almost 5k words of something so bizarre and twisted (for me) that even I'm confused’ – just run with it! x
I’m Loving it – ‘I can manage waiting a little longer between chapters if you need to rest but please, don,t end the story yet’ – I’m afraid there’s only a few more chapters to go :(
JadedFate – I appreciate people taking the time to leave comments/feedback and enjoy the opportunity for a bit of a ‘chat’. I’m really glad you’re enjoying this fic. Here’s a reward for your patience :).
Fox – I loved your story about being woken by pub beer barrels – I could so visualise it. ‘Dumbledore was not at all as unconcerned about Miss Granger's well-being and planning, as I shamefully suspected at first’ – I was mean enough to set it up as such. I like the idea that we can forgive characters despite their obvious flaws. ‘And, I'm glad to see I was not wrong about Draco’ – another flawed character that deserves empathy. ‘I enjoy our little conversations just as much as the story itself.’ – as do I! And thank you so much for extending my hello to your lovely town, it made me smile a lot xx
Ali – ‘In the words of the great Kate Bush......Wow!’ – I love Kate Bush! ‘Man with a child in his eyes’ reminds me of Severus. ‘You have again stymied me in to liking another character’ – you’ve worked out that I’m the master manipulator here! ‘to indulge in some serious horizontal tango-ing under no one's orders but their own’ – you betcha. And I’m glad you saw your acknowledgement for the chappie title. Always appreciated. xx
OO – ‘I was flying through it before I went to sleep last night (because you know I couldn't wait till the next day)’ – now I’m usually the impatient one. Good to see a little of that discipline waning ;)
Discord_The_Lunatic – I’m glad you laughed. I thought we deserved a bit of lightness after the last few chapters. And I like the idea of Dumbledore having a sense of humour ;)
Claire Jordan - I figured she was 17 too. Did I indicate otherwise anywhere? Let me know and I’ll change it. Glad you are enjoying :)

Chapter 31 – Restoring Order
Severus managed to collar a second year student as they were leaving the Gryffindor common room. They rapidly retreated, allowing him through. Striding around the inhabitants, he ignored their gaping mouths before climbing the stairs to her room. His chest instantly tightened as he raised his hand. How would she receive him? And how would she take the news of Dumbledore’s death?
He knocked.
After a moment the door was answered.
“Miss Patil.” Severus nodded.
“Professor Snape.”
Expecting her to step back, he advanced a pace, only to find her blocking his way, arms crossed, looking up at him accusingly.
He retreated.
“You really hurt her.” She spoke quietly but firmly.
He looked over her shoulder at Hermione’s sleeping form and sighed resignedly.
“Yes.”
“You won’t do it again, will you?”
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. And the way the fingers of her wand hand flexed against her bicep suggested that she fancied her chances of seeing to it, if he did happen to transgress. He was both taken aback and relieved—that Hermione had found a female friend who was clearly looking out for her. Frankly, he didn’t have a lot of confidence in her male companions.
He gave a small contrite shake of his head.
“You won’t be disturbed then,” she told him as she pushed past, her dark eyes reinforcing her earlier warning. “Professor Dumbledore left a letter on her desk,” she added.
“Thank you Miss Patil.”
He stepped through, closing the door quietly.
Severus made his way over to Hermione’s bed and sat beside her. She looked so peaceful—and alive, the soft pink hues of her skin contrasting with the deathly pallor that still occupied the image in his mind’s eye. He briefly considered lying down—spending a quiet moment with her before she woke—but it was too close to what had happened in the forest and she may not want him that intimate with her, even if she was unaware of it.
Hovering his fingertips over her eyelids, he reversed the sleeping incantation. He only realised that he was holding his breath when her eyes fluttered open . . . and her lips curled into a faint smile.
“Severus?”
Then she was in his arms. He closed his eyes as she crawled onto his lap, wrapping herself around him. And as she clung to him, he simply held her, the feeling of her body pressed against his chest, an instant balm. He inhaled her on each breath—her scent, her warmth, her presence—and she released a little upon each exhalation, what felt like relief, sighing against him.
They remained like that, in wordless union, for a long time. That endless moment he’d wished for in the forest, imbued with wretched hopelessness, was replaced by this one—soothing and hope-filled. This one he would remember.
Finally she pulled back and looked at him—into him.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
She gazed at him, reading his face.
“Tell me.”
Raising a hand toward the roll of parchment on her desk, he summoned it, placing it in her hands. She stared at Dumbledore’s seal, designed to ensure that only she could open the letter.
Quickly breaching the seal and unfurling it, she read, her face crumpling with pain.
“He’s gone?”
Severus nodded gravely, rubbing a hand down her back.
“And the enchantment?”
He nodded again.
Her hand went over her mouth as she choked back the tears.
“He did it for . . . us . . . didn’t he?”
Severus sighed deeply. “Yes. Amongst other things.”
“And I was so angry with him.” Hermione shook her head despondently. “I was always convinced that he only cared about the Order—that it dictated everything he did.”
Severus continued to rub her shoulder as she curled into him.
“His was an extraordinarily difficult role. I didn’t always understand his motives, myself,” he admitted. “But it’s clear that he cared immensely about all of us.”
She cried silent tears, shuddering against him. He stroked her hair.
“I spoke to him . . . for hours.” Her voice was muffled against his chest.
“I’m aware. I spoke to his portrait.”
She was quiet.
“Did he tell you how angry I was with you? How I wanted to hex your—”
“Yes,” he interrupted.
More silence.
“Did he tell you anything else?”
Severus didn’t respond.
But when she looked up into his face she knew the answer.
Wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands, she reached up and curled her fingers around the nape of his neck, pulling him to her before kissing him gently on the lips.
“I love you,” she murmured, a faint vibration against his mouth making his heart surge. “But I haven’t forgiven you yet . . . not completely.”
“Tell me what I need to do,” he whispered.
“Don’t worry . . . I intend to.”
She kissed him again, this time with greater urgency, opening her mouth to him. He responded with equal fervour, dipping into her warmth with his tongue, tasting her, relishing all that he thought he’d lost.
Breathing heavily, she finally broke away. “That’s one thing. I’m going to be calling the shots on when we’re . . . intimate.”
“Of course.”
She looked slightly disappointed, as though she’d been expecting to have to justify herself.
“Well . . . that’s good,” she stated firmly, before her eyes roved over his face and she suddenly lunged at him, pulling him down onto the bed before rolling on top of him. Placing one palm on each of his cheeks, thumbs curled under his mouth, she kissed him deeply—gratuitously sucking his lips and tongue as though enjoying a ripe mango. He groaned, if this was her ‘calling the shots’ he was more than willing to concede.
“I’d like to go to your rooms now,” she informed him after their extensive and prolonged feasting.
He smirked. “We might need to glamour those.” He ran his thumb along her lips which were flushed and swollen from their passionate exchange.
“I believe there are other parts in more serious need of camouflage.” She looked pointedly at the crotch of his trousers which was doing an impressive impression of the ‘big top’.
He snorted before casting a wandless incantation that instantly covered it.
“But then we have the small problem of us leaving together after spending this entire time alone in my room.”
“The Headmaster can do as he wishes with the representative of the student body.”
She frowned at him.
“Headmaster?”
He nodded.
“And I’m the . . .”
“You are the student . . . body . . .,” he gradually slid his hands down her torso, trailing his thumbs over her breasts, “. . . representative.”
“I imagine that will require frequent . . . liaisons?” She leaned over him.
“Yes. We’ll need to discuss certain . . . manoeuvres.” His voice was a deliciously low rumble. “Difficult positions will need to be . . . filled . . . and no doubt there’ll be some . . . interconnection required.”
“Do you really think I’m up to it?” She dipped down to lick him.
“I think it’ll be right up . . . your . . . alley.” He licked her back.
“Let’s go,” she murmured breathlessly.
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“What in Merlin’s name happened here?!” Hermione stared agape at the haphazard piles of books covering his lounge room floor.
“I was . . . rearranging.”
She regarded him suspiciously. “Looks more like a temper tantrum to me.”
He shrugged noncommittally.
“Well, nothing happens until they’re all back in their places.”
Severus instantly withdrew his wand and began casting.
She grabbed the end of it. “By hand . . . as that seems to be the manner in which this mess was created.”
He sighed before slipping his wand back into his pocket.
“And because I hate to see them in such a state . . . I’ll help.”
They both set about picking up books and placing them back onto the shelves. Severus grabbed half a dozen at a time, sliding them efficiently into place whilst Hermione picked her way through, running her fingers over them before picking up one, flicking through it, smoothing out pages with her fingers and finally, reluctantly, letting it go.
Severus had completed one entire wall of books when he turned to see Hermione leaning against the shelf, reading.
“I assumed by ‘help’ you actually meant placing the books on the shelves, rather than reading them.”
“Shhh.” She raised a hand to him, continuing to read.
Huffing, he bent down to collect another armful.
“Who’s the Half-Blood Prince?”
He halted before suddenly straightening. “It was . . . just . . . a name.”
“For whom? You?”
He shook his head dismissively. “It was a simple play on words . . . from my youth.”
“The Half-Blood Prince,” she murmured. “I rather like that.”
His gaze flickered to hers before he resumed collecting books.
“Do you mind if I use it?”
“I’d prefer it if you didn’t.”
“What about HBP?”
“No.”
He placed another armful of books on the shelves.
“No one will know that it stands for . . .” Her eyes strayed downward. “Headmaster Bulgy-Pants.”
His gaze followed hers to his cock which was still semi-erect.
Suddenly his mouth hitched up in a smirk that she found all too sexy. “Well, you do happen to be in my general vicinity.”
Her own lips curled into a mischievous smile before she slid the book onto the shelf. “And is that the effect that I have upon you . . . HBP?”
He looked her directly in the eye. “Indeed.”
Approaching him with slow, sultry steps, Hermione bit her bottom lip in the way she knew he couldn’t resist. When she reached him she rubbed her belly against his groin, and he groaned.
“Show me what I do to you,” she murmured, reaching down to finger his iron girth. “Right . . . here.”
“But . . . the books.”
“Fuck the books.” She pulled him down onto the pile with her.
Kissing her hungrily, he cast wandless, wordless spells, tugging the clothes from both of their bodies like some sort of illusionist, allowing each to flutter to the ground around them until they were naked. She immediately opened her legs, allowing him to nestle between.
“I love having you inside me,” she whimpered against his cheek as he grasped his cock and pressed it against her entrance.
“Not as much as I love being inside you,” he gasped, already on the verge of losing himself within her.
In one sweet thrust he was fully ensheathed, causing her to arch against her bed of books with a throaty moan. Delving both hands into his hair, she clung on, holding him to her as she accepted each deep, impactful stroke with a flex of her pelvis.
She could hardly believe that she’d gone from a virgin to this in a few short months—moving fluidly with a man inside her, adoring and encouraging every incursion, the natural rhythm of her core clutching and releasing his solid member, and feeling the heady sense of her whole body gathering for the ultimate release . . . with him.
“I thought I’d lost you,” he breathed as his hands reached down and grasped her buttocks, pulling her into him as he plunged.
“I’m here, Severus.” She closed her eyes against the hot, stinging tears as she held him even tighter. “You don’t deserve to be alone . . . you never did.”
He shuddered in her embrace and she found herself loving him even more as her mounting affection fused with an overwhelming physical response to his presence within her.
“You’re mine, Severus,” she moaned as he took her over the edge.
“Always,” he whispered against her cheek.
Then he came, and this time it was just the two of them, free from the enchantment, free from obligation, just their essences ebbing and flowing in long, heaving waves that gradually diminished, leaving them clinging and damp, the air redolent with their love-making and the contented soughing of their breaths combined.
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