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Doing it for the Order Complete	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 72673 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Thank you so much for your comments/feedback. I’ve decided that I’ll definitely go with the Vati threesome but as a spin-off oneshot rather than as part of this fic to give it the time it deserves, and to allow these two a more complete finale. Your generous input has been instrumental in crafting this fic so please know how much I appreciate it. Epilogue to follow, DSx
Kvarta – ‘Beside, she returned that way from you :P’ – LOL. I returned her just as I found her ;) ‘at the moment we are galloping’ – I’ve had to slow down a bit. Which probably isn’t a bad thing. ‘YES please, reward her, she deserves it ;) Hell, we deserve it, after all that happened in this story :P’ – yes you all do, hopefully the compromise will satisfy. ‘Small retaliation for all the punishments he gave them? Wicked Hermione’ – absolutely! ‘What do you have against those books’ – nothing personal . . . they’re just a metaphor. ‘you keep expecting what is going to happen next?’ – there has to be a point at which it all stops . . . at least I hope there is ;) ‘leave the love-making to their own privacy’ – I agree x
TheBeeBeeGun – ‘Do your Thang!’ – hahah! I’ll get onto it ;)
OO – ‘Headmaster Bulgy Pants, I've been a very bad girl’ – Bahahaha. ‘But the remaining questions haunt me.’ – I’m going to make an ambitious attempt to wrap it all up in the epilogue. Let me know if you think it needs more. ‘I don't want Vati horning in on Snape and Hermione’ – first of all I love ‘horning’. I kinda agree so I think I’ll leave it. I had an idea on how I thought it would work but I’m all for simplicity at this point. I can’t believe I put ‘unsheathed’ instead of ‘ensheathed’ – idiot. ‘I'm sucked in no matter what’ – eternal thanks for always being there. xx
Fox – ‘After all the tears and horror we have a little bit of forgiveness, love, passion and Headmaster Bulgy Pants yummy’ – yesss, a welcome reprieve I agree. ‘this one seems especially delicious’ – I definitely have a soft spot for this one. ‘Also I don't think Headmaster Snape should do such a thing’ – you may be right, I’m going to give it a bit of space. I loved being in the pier Tea House with you. So different to where I am surrounded by Australian bushland. I enjoyed the scones and tea. I don’t smoke but feel free to have one as I could do with a little chemical enhancement at the moment. ;) xx
Discord_The_Lunatic – Thanks for the clarification around H’s age – I didn’t calculate it as accurately as you so I’m glad. Smut request noted ;)
Ali – ‘I should have thought this encounter would almost feel like their first true one’ – definitely a nice bit of insight – I agree. You are definitely trying – I can vouch for that ;) ‘La Bush herself has a touch of the fae about her and that he would have tried to contact her to urge her to embrace her true magical powers’ – I love that idea, I can imagine them as a striking couple. ‘she lives in the same village as my younger brother.’ – really? How has she held together? ‘hook her up with a sexy, ex-death eater lesbian’ – okay, more food for thought . . . and I’ve averted the Vati/Sev eloping scenario so thanks for the warning and I will no longer need to blame you :) x

Chapter 32 – Completing Orders

“Professor Dumbledore would be truly humbled by the profoundly heartfelt show of affection and gratitude from you, the students and staff, of Hogwarts. In fact, he has asked me to return immediately after this assembly to tell him all about it.” Professor McGonagall smiled warmly at the sea of faces. “I wouldn’t have considered it possible for him to be more demanding as a portrait than he was in real life.” There was a ripple of laughter through the Great Hall. “But he assures me that he has mellowed and is always available for a few words of guidance, or if you simply wish to drop by for a chat.”
There were further blown noses and respectful nods from around the room.
“So without further ado, I would like to welcome the man who has been appointed to succeed Professor Dumbledore, your new Hogwarts’ Headmaster, Professor Severus Snape.”
There was a generous round of applause, even from Ron and Harry, whom Hermione was watching closely from her position seated on the stage.
“Thank you Professor McGonagall.” Severus stood, his voice requiring no magical enhancement. He regarded the entire hall of expectant, sceptical, sad and intrigued faces for a long, silent moment. “How does one follow the legacy of arguably the greatest wizard to ever live? A man whom we have had the immeasurable fortune of calling Headmaster at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for over thirty years. He was a generous mentor and close friend, and I’m sure I speak for all of us when I say that we will miss him terribly.” His words rang out over the hushed group. “I only hope to be able to lead Hogwarts with the same vision, compassion and wisdom as he. And I have no doubt that he will make it known in no uncertain terms if I do not.”
There was a ruffle of laughter.
“We live and learn in difficult times. There are forces that would wish to disrupt our pursuit of quality education, magical excellence and, of course, Quidditch supremacy.”
A smattering of applause broke out around the hall.
“However, most of all they would seek to disrupt our unity—our support for one another, our recognition of the uniqueness of our individual Houses but our understanding that Hogwarts identity is enmeshed in the complement of what these Houses offer. We are one School with a single objective—to respect, assist and protect every single individual within these walls.”
He paused, his eyes resting upon the faces of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in turn.
“As much as this can be achieved through peaceable means, it will. However, there may be a requirement in the future for us to use the formidable capabilities of the students and staff of Hogwarts to defend our school values. For that reason, Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall and I have nominated a representative of the student body who will be your liaison for matters relating to the strategic enhancement of certain magical proficiencies within the School. This person was chosen on academic merit and for her consistent commitment to underwriting the school values. I’d like you to join me in congratulating Miss Hermione Granger.”
He turned and gestured to her, and she flushed, wondering how many people actually believed that was the only rationale for her appointment. Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore perhaps based theirs upon such virtues, but Severus had sidled up and delivered a very low murmur in her ear only minutes before, informing her that ‘Headmaster Bulgy-Pants’ was very much looking forward to an intimate association with the ‘Student Body’. . . as soon as possible.
Clearing her throat as the applause died down, Hermione cast a wandless amplifying charm.
“Thank you all very much. I can’t express how surprised and honoured I was to be asked to undertake this role. Of course, the responsibility of this position is really to serve and represent all of you, so please don’t hesitate to owl me if there is anything in particular that you wish to discuss.”
She saw Ron mutter something to Harry. No doubt a dig about ‘getting a word in edgewise.’
“As Professor Snape mentioned, there is also to be a more strategic direction for reinforcing our skills in magical defence. To this end, I have nominated Parvati Patil to work closely with me in ensuring that the dual functions of this role are met.”
There was another round of applause, mainly from fellow Gryffindors, while Parvati delivered an assured nod to Hermione on stage.
“Finally, I’d like to say that I have the utmost confidence that our new Headmaster, Professor Snape, will employ his usual level of consideration and diligence to the role, preparing Hogwarts to face the challenges of a new millennium. And I very much look forward to working closely with him into the future. Thank you.”
She hurried to take her seat before anyone noticed the glow that had ignited her cheeks. It had to be said—there were already rumours flying about so if was out in the open, she would now feel more justified in providing that relationship as an explanation.
Professor McGonagall closed the assembly with a few final words about maintaining the ‘future focus’ of the school and everyone began filing from the hall.
“You’ll join us in the staff room?” Severus leaned over her.
“Am I invited?”
“I’m inviting you.” A glint sparked the dark depths of his eyes.
“I could hardly refuse a request from the Headmaster now, could I?” She smiled knowingly in return, before taking his proffered hand.
Trays filled with tasty looking appetisers and drinks were being circulated around the staff room by House Elves as part of the official welcome to the new Headmaster. But before she could help herself to anything, Hermione found herself separated from Severus and cornered by Slughorn, who started complaining about the inefficiencies of Muggle communication and explaining why owls were far superior. She was struggling to understand his point and wishing she hadn’t agreed to come, when she suddenly heard an unfamiliar sound. Laughter. Severus?
She peered over Slughorn’s shoulder to see him standing amongst a group of staff with a broad grin, demonstrating something with both hands which caused those around him to laugh even more.
Since when had Severus begun laughing freely? And in company?
Excusing herself from Slughorn, who nodded profusely whilst still muttering to himself, she sidled over to where Severus stood. Choosing a moment when the others were distracted, she raised herself up to whisper in his ear,
“The merriment of the Half-Blottoed Prince?”
He snorted and turned toward her. “Hardly. I have to teach this afternoon.”
“I heard you laugh. I assumed . . .”
“That I must be three sheets to the wind?”
“Well . . . two sheets at least.”
“Two sheets?” His gaze intensified as he leaned into her. “My only interest in such things is having you inserted between them.” His nose grazed against her cheek.
Hermione felt her breath hitch. “When?”
“Three pm.”
“I’ll be there.”
As she felt his hand skim down her hip, her skin sizzled, wanting to surge out and capture him.
But she’d have to wait . . . and plan, instead.
***
2.59pm. She couldn’t wait any longer.
Pushing open the classroom door, she was pleased to find him still sitting at his desk, marking papers. The elegant lines of his profile pricked her senses anew. He held himself with such poise, power simmering just beneath the surface. It always felt like he was ready and capable of doing just about anything—most of all she hoped he was always ready to do her.
Tossing his quill down, he immediately made to stand.
“No,” she said quickly, locking the door with a flick of her hand. “Stay . . . right . . . there.”
He smirked, settling his hands onto the arms of his chair, watching her measured approach with interest.
“I’d hate to interrupt you when you’re clearly so busy.” She smiled mischievously. “So I’ll just settle myself down . . . right . . . here.”
Pushing past his knee, she slithered down until she was kneeling between his thighs.
“Comfortable?”
“Actually no, can I have your coat?”
He managed to remove it with a couple of wandless spells and handed it to her to kneel on.
“Let’s just pretend that didn’t happen for the sake of continuity,” she muttered as she settled herself.
He inclined his head, drawing his index finger under his bottom lip and trying not to laugh for risk of ruining whatever moment she was trying to create.
Regaining her seductive composure, she gazed up at him.
“Tell me you’ve never imagined me kneeling under your desk,” she murmured, running both hands up his lovely warm thighs and feeling the muscles flex beneath her fingers.
“I’ve never imagined you kneeling under my desk.” He delivered the words with such deeply convincing authority.
“Liar.”
This time the smile took hold. “I simply do as I’m told.”
“You do not,” she cried indignantly. “You rarely do as you’re told. You do as you want and you pretend that it was my idea.”
“Perhaps I simply know your mind—your desires—better than you do.” He reached out and trailed his fingertips behind her ear.
He was absolutely right of course. And his delicious voice caressing the words ‘your desires’ was nearly enough to melt her resolve to mush . . . but not quite.
“However, this time you will do as you’re told. Hands . . . off.” She grasped his wrists and placed them back on the arms of the chair. “As you indicated earlier—at a most inopportune moment I might add—‘Headmaster Bulgy-Pants’ was rather desperate to meet with the ‘student body.’ Well I come here, not as the student representative, but representing myself. And I want you to pay attention to what I have to . . . say.”
Her lips hovered open and his nostrils flared in anticipation.
Like black ink, the pupils spreading within her brown eyes appeared as desirous pools—seductive and lustful. He knew then that he was in for something special. But, in reality, it had all been special—every moment with her. Each evening he caught himself marvelling at the delightful creature that crawled into his bed like an unexpected gift. Indeed, the moment of unsurpassed agony when he’d imagined her lost to him, made the joy in her presence all the more extreme.
Superimposed upon that was the fact that he’d rapidly fallen for her—he’d found her physically striking obviously, but combined with her nerve, resilience and the exquisite sting of her combative wit . . . it had been all he could do to convince himself of how completely and terribly unsuited they were.
But all that had changed. The years between them had somehow collapsed into insignificance. Her inherent bossiness and innate wisdom made her seem far older than her true age and he, in comparison, felt considerably younger in her presence. A sense of exuberant playfulness captured him, as though she somehow possessed the capacity to reconnect him with the innocence of a youth that had all but bypassed him.
Now she used her extraordinary magnetism to draw him in further, an enticing flexion of one eyebrow, a subtle twitch of her perfect lips as she ever so gradually . . . ambushed . . . his . . . cock. It was never particularly well behaved even when separated from her by a considerable distance. But, now, released and held in her frighteningly confident grip, it was doing the reproductive equivalent of hyperventilating. And she was clearly preparing to resuscitate.
A small breathy grunt squeezed from his chest as, resting her elbows on his thighs, she tilted his shaft forward and delivered a chaste kiss to the base. It was so gentle and reverent that his fingers instantly curled against the arms of his chair, desperate to touch her.
Damp kisses and cooling breaths fluttered along the ridged underside, while delicious tips from her tongue further tantalised his taut flesh as it pulsed within her fist.
When she opened her mouth to suction lightly onto the side, he followed the fine line of her jaw as it rocked up and down with each gentle suck. Inching forward, his fingers trembled slightly as his thighs squeezed protectively around her. The sight of easily the most beautiful mouth he’d ever encountered pleasuring the cock he’d hidden away shamefully for much of his life was almost too exquisite to bear.
Then she looked up at him, those devastatingly brilliant eyes—now infused with a bewitching glint—fusing with his as she took him into her mouth.
“Gods, Hermione,” he rumbled, an inadequate plea as his eyes fell closed.
He shouldn’t have been surprised by how quickly she’d mastered the skill, but when she could have done very little and still had him jumping out of his skin, the sensation of his throbbing head being kneaded within the muscles of her throat was enough to make his jaw fall open and a groan of ecstasy burst from his chest.
He was going to come.
And he knew it was what she wanted. It was the final act of defiance against the enchantment that had ironically brought them together but also very nearly torn them apart. She’d make him come whenever and wherever she pleased. And . . . right now . . . it was in her mouth.
He clutched her hair as his balls drew up, his ragged moans continuing to fill the room. Then he seized and thrust into her as the first jets of seed erupted. Cracking his eyes open, he watched her swallowing wilfully as each fresh surge exploded from him. She continued to stroke and squeeze his cock until she’d drained every last drop of his release before swallowing a final time and looking up at him with a satisfied grin.
“I think we both enjoyed that.” She flicked up a teasing eyebrow as she licked her bottom lip. “Am I to take it that my message was . . . clear?”
“Crystal,” he sighed.
Hauling her onto his lap, he kissed her immediately, passionately—thanking those wonderful lips and tongue for making him feel as loved as he did. He was utterly smitten with her. Spellbound. It would normally have been a distressingly precarious place to find himself . . . with his heart so fully in the hands of another. And yet there was nowhere else he wanted it to be.
She loved the strong arms that crushed her against him. He was extremely demonstrative in his affections—in fact he always had been. The intensity with which he held her had come to reflect the depth of his need, his desire, his love for her. And she adored his openness—the way he was willing to make his devotion to her, and even her power over him, known.
“My chambers?” he whispered against her cheek.
“No . . . I’ve actually got to go. I’ve organised to do something with Harry and Ron,” she responded apologetically.
He sat back and looked at her fully. “I just hoped to be able to return the—”
“I know.” She tapped her fingertips against his lips. “But they’re my best friends and I haven’t spent enough time with them lately.”
“Of course,” he murmured quietly.
“Severus?” She dipped her head to capture his gaze which had dropped. “I want this to work. I want us to be together—for a very long time. And that means building our relationship into our lives, not replacing everything that came before.
He gave a small nod.
She understood that there was a lot of his life he was more than willing to replace but she absolutely needed her friendships and the balance was going to be important for them moving forward.
“I’ll be back at 5pm.”
“Dinner?”
“In your rooms?”
He nodded.
“I’ll bring dessert.” She kissed him.
“You’ll be dessert,” he murmured.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” She grinned.
Then he pulled her into a loving embrace that conveyed his feelings more than words ever could and she responded with equal intensity. The touch that she’d been so desperate to avoid all those months ago had come to mean more to her than she could express. And if she had it her way, he’d never let her go again.
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