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A Witch's Tale	By : snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 27756 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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In the interest of moving the plot along in this story, there's been a jump into the future. Not a huge jump, but about six weeks.
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Thanks to my beta, LissaDream! I struggled greatly with this chapter and her edits helped tremendously. Please check out her wonderful stories, you won't be disappointed!
Jonny and Hermione diligently and thoroughly reviewed the reports they had prepared. When the 2002 data (which Harry had successfully obtained from Hermione's old boss) was added to what she had already mapped out, the evidence was overwhelming. The past month had been spent breaking down the reports received and mapping out the data into charts and graphs. All data gathered proved without a doubt that Hermione's theory was on target. Based on the facts, Hermione had determined that it was the place of conception that made the difference. Five weeks ago, when the rest of the census information from the U.S. was handed over in completion, Hermione had determined to work backwards. She decided to find out which children were showing the highest levels and earliest manifestation of their magic and then trace where those children had been conceived, delivered, and raised. In turn, she'd determined the same information about squibs. Then they traveled to those sites with the magometers to take readings. It was a monster project, and they still had a lot more information to gather, but the evidence was already overwhelming despite the fact they had only done twelve case studies.
Hermione's palms were sweating. She walked into the bathroom off her office and washed her hands. She stared at herself in the mirror; her reflection was flushed as she studied her face. In ten minutes, she would present her findings to Draco, Lexie, Leonard, and Snape. She knew she shouldn't be nervous, but this was a big deal! She had insisted to Draco that all the work be kept between her and her private team so they could work diligently and competently without him breathing down their necks. She had claimed that his obsessive hovering would only prolong her research with undue stress and frustration. Now, however, she had enough evidence to prove her theory was likely a fact and she was finally ready to present her findings. Once she convinced everyone that her theory was in mostly likely fact, she intended to ask Draco to fund more staff to help with further research. She had so many more children who needed case studies. She had only tested Texas locations and needed to spread the testing to the rest of the U.S. and the U.K. as well. The wider wizarding world would need a lot more proof than what she had gathered.
"Hermione, relax! You've got this!" Jonny's warm smile and kind words were calming.
Hermione walked over and gave her assistant a huge hug. "You've been such a help, Jonny. I'm so lucky to have you at my side." Hermione's words weren't lip service and she intended to get Jonny a raise for all her hard work. Hermione looked through the window over the credenza in her office and watched the others walk into the conference room. "Ok, Jonny. Let's do this."
Hermione and Jonny walked into the conference room and handed out the copies of the case study reports, charts, graphs and recommendations of how to proceed.
Draco was leaning back in his chair, anxious for her to proceed. He had been trying to get Hermione to share her results as she went along, but she had refused, insisting he would have to wait until she had enough information to confirm or negate her theory. "Get on with it, Granger," he demanded as she was pouring herself a glass of water.
"So, as you all know, the U.S. Magical Census Bureau was very accommodating and provided all the information we requested. However, the information was vast and overwhelming. I decided we would do case studies of individual, school age wizards and witches who were either exhibiting strong signs of magic, or none, in other words, potential squibs." She swallowed a sip of water, willing herself to calm down. Every person in this room was her friend, but she couldn't help the nerves she was experiencing. She was beginning to think she should have taken a calming draught.
She began pacing as she spoke. "We determined where these children were conceived, delivered and raised and proceeded to test each of those locations with each model of the magometers. From a quality perspective, I am pleased to confirm our magometers are consistent with each other in their results. All the models are, without question, excellent at doing what they were designed for. We have a great line of machines and I have told Leonard on multiple occasions how brilliant he is to have developed these amazing devices."
Leonard beamed at Hermione, clearly appreciating her praise and kind words. Lexie smiled warmly at Hermione as she reached out, taking her Dad's hand in hers and giving it a squeeze.
"So, onto the findings. Please open your packets to case number one: Jillie Jenkins." Hermione resumed her pacing, not needing to look at the report. She knew the information by heart. "Jillie is five-years-old and was born to muggle parents. They live in Juno, Texas which is a remote part of the state. Her parents have a farm where they raise cattle. Her magic manifested at the young age of two when she decided she wanted ice cream from the freezer. Her parents had told her no, and as any two-year-old would do who's been denied a desired treat, she began to cry. Her mother says the cry's turned into absolute hysterics. She claims she was washing dishes when the freezer door opened, seemingly on its own, and the pint of ice cream floated from the freezer to the child's high chair. This child not only manifested her magic, but she did so in a controlled way, despite her uncontrolled emotions. As you all know, this type of wandless, controlled magic is difficult even for an adult." She continued to pace. "So, Jillie was conceived in Juno, but born in Austin. Her parents were on a trip to Austin when Jillie's mother went into premature labor. Jillie spends her days at her grandmother's house in a small town about 10 miles from Juno." Hermione turned to face the group, her excitement now overtaking her nerves. "I sent magometer teams to their home in Juno, the hospital in Austin where she was delivered and to her grandmother's house. The mppm (magical pulses per minute) amounts were low at the hospital, only scoring a 22. The numbers at the grandmother's scored a marginally better score of 321." Hermione couldn't help the small smile that crept over her face. "The numbers at the farm in Juno...off the charts! The levels scored at 9436 mppm consistently with each of the three separate visits to the farm."
Hermione noticed Draco's eyebrow shoot up in curiosity as he started flipping further ahead into her report.
"Case number two: Chumleigh Hightower. Chumleigh is twelve and lives in a large wizarding community in Houston. He was born in Houston, as well. However, was conceived in London. His parents are both purebloods and, as Draco may know, the Hightowers were once a prominent pureblood family in Wizarding London until about 200 years ago when they immigrated to the states. Anyhow, they were visiting the Parkinson's when Chumleigh was conceived. Chumleigh has not manifested any magic, and given his age, it's likely he never will." She took a sip of water. "While we did not test in London, we tested in Houston, both around his house and random testing throughout the wizarding community he lives in. Magometer numbers were low in all areas."
"Case number three is an interesting one. Another pureblood, Fredrick Heindl. Fredrick was conceived and raised in a small wizarding community in Fredricksburg, Texas. He is seven and his magic manifested just this year. He was able to roll a ball from the hall into his bedroom with his father's wand. Fredrick was born in Austin. What makes his case interesting, is that it directly correlates to case number four, which we will discuss shortly. Magometer readings in Fredricksburg run in the middle range."
"Case number four is Angela McVeigh. Angela is also seven and is a muggle-born who was conceived and raised in the town that encompasses the same Fredricksburg as case number three. Her house is literally less than two-hundred yards from Fredrick's. She was also born in Austin. Angela's magic manifested at the age of three. She was learning to ride a tricycle when a neighbor's car began to back out of the driveway. Angela's pet dog was laying in said driveway and was hit. Upon the dog's yelp, the driver stopped immediately and jumped out of the car. Angela hopped off her tricycle and ran to her dog. Angela's mother says the car lifted off the ground and floated as Angela climbed under it to retrieve her injured pet. The neighbor had to be obliviated due to secrecy laws." Hermione looked at Draco, wanting this particular point to come across. "Fredrick and Angela were conceived practically next door to each other and their birthdays are only weeks apart. Yet, the Muggle-born's magic is much stronger and manifested much earlier. This lends credence to my theory that Muggle-borns are drawing on more Earth magic than purebloods."
By the time Hermione was finished reviewing the twelve case studies, the room was speechless. "Bloody hell," Severus whispered.
Lexie jumped out of her chair and encompassed Hermione in a huge hug. "You brilliant, amazing witch you!"
Draco's mind was spinning with the implications. He turned to Severus. "Severus, we need to expedite your project." He then spoke to himself more than to anyone else. "I need to see where Luna is with the trappings as well." He let out a breath and looked up at Hermione. "Well, Granger, I'm sold. You've convinced me." He stood up and walked to the head of the room. Hermione sat, letting out a slow breath as she turned to Jonny and gave her a smile.
Draco's expression was intense, all business. He turned to Hermione. "This information can't leave this room." His eyes darted around the room. "We need to gather more proof, expand the case studies to other states and conduct case studies in the U.K. as well. If the results remain consistent and continue to prove Hermione's theory true, only then will we release the results." He sighed. "Hermione, I don't have to tell you how this will be received, especially among purebloods."
Hermione shrugged. "Not much I can do about that."
Draco watched her for a minute. "We need to hold off on releasing the part about Muggle-borns absorbing more magic. Maybe, we'll only disclose the part about the importance of where conception happens. We'll worry with the Muggle-born piece at a later time."
A smile crept over his face, "Poppinstock magometers will sell like crazy." He turned to Lexie and Leonard. "We need to increase production of the Mini M. We'll market it as a personal testing device. Couples wishing to conceive can determine the best magical areas to..." He didn't finish the sentence.
He turned to Hermione, shaking his head. "I should have known your theory would have legs." He smirked. "Good thing I was brilliant enough to hire you. Let's you and I discuss the logistics of where we go from here." He smiled at everyone in the room. "Great job, everybody!"
Hermione collapsed onto the sofa as soon as she walked in the door. Theo was sitting at the island, his notes spread all around him. He enjoyed working at his desk in the office, but he missed the natural light in that dark room. He often moved to the island to work as a nice change.
He watched his witch for a minute. "So? How'd it go?" He stood and walked over to her, sitting on the sofa, slipping her shoes off and digging his thumbs into her feet.
She rolled onto her back, smiling at him. "That feels good," she purred.
His hands froze and he gave her a teasing smile. "Tell me now or I'll stop."
Her smile grew wide. "Couldn't have gone better. They all agreed we needed more case studies, but they also feel I've proven my theory." She rubbed her eyes. "Draco and I mapped out a plan. We'll be hiring more traveling teams with the magometers and he approved the hire of more analysts as well." She let out a breath and shook her head. "There's just so much to do."
Theo saw the wheels spinning and knew if he didn't stop her at the pass, she would head into the office and work herself into a complete state of exhaustion. Besides, they had a visitor coming that night. "Hey, kitten. Stop." He reached over and took her hand, pulling her up and into his lap. He nuzzled her neck as he spoke. "It's after six. The work day is done and your wizard has missed you. You've barely given him the time of day the past month."
Hermione tilted her head giving him easier access. She moaned lightly. "I'm sorry," she whispered, sadness in her voice.
"Don't be sorry. You've been busy and had a deadline. I get it! Besides, I finished my Texas book. Sent it off to the my editor this morning."
Hermione spun around on his lap, straddling him. "Really? That's - that's wonderful news!"
He smiled softly, kissing her lips. "So, you're being busy prompted me to work on my books. It's all good. Tonight, though, I feel like some attention from my witch. I hope she is of the same mindset."
Hermione nuzzled into his neck. "Nothing would make me happier." She sighed as she looked at her watch. "The detective will be here in ten minutes, so this will have to be postponed a little longer."
He sighed. "Yes. I was wondering if you'd forgotten."
She pushed herself off him. "No, I hadn't forgotten."
Theo saw the worry lines across her forehead tense. "Hey, stop it. You always get yourself so worked up when he comes. The last time was fine, wasn't it?"
She started for the kitchen. "I can't help it. I want him to tell me what he's found, but a piece of me is afraid to hear it all the same. Does that make sense?"
"Yes. Yes, it does." He said quietly as he followed her.
She turned back to him. "When do you have to go back to Germany? You haven't been for a couple of weeks."
He scratched his head. "Next week. I'll leave on Sunday and stay a few days, or as long as it takes to check everything."
The knock on door pulled Hermione's attention away from Theo. He gave her a look of encouragement. "It will be fine, whatever he tells you. I'm here. ok?"
She nodded, biting her bottom lip.
Theo walked to the door and answered it, shaking the hand of a witch Hermione had not met before. The witch was young, but exuded confidence. She wore her dark hair very short, had no makeup on, and was in jeans. "I'm Becca Lowry." Hermione heard her say. Hermione walked over to shake the witch's hand, approving of the firm handshake.
"I'm Hermione. Please, come in." Hermione gestured to the living room. The young witch walked in purposefully, carrying a folder.
Becca sat and looked from Hermione to Theo and back again. "So, the agency sent me because I've been the lead investigator in Australia...and I have news."
Hermione swallowed, grabbing Theo's hand as they sat on the sofa, her wide eyes on the young investigator. Hermione nodded. "Please, tell me. Have you found them?"
A small smile crept over Becca's face, a touch of pride mixed with a touch of sadness. She nodded. "Yes. Yes, I found them. They are alive and well, living in Port Augusta. It's near Adelaide."
Hermione couldn't control the sob that escaped her chest. Theo pulled her to him, holding her tight, taking over the interview for her. "Tell us. How are they? Do they seem...happy?"
Becca smiled, "Yes, they are happy. They own a small bed and breakfast. Their names are now Alissa and Roger Daniels."
Hermione nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I couldn't send them to Australia with the last name Granger. I had new ID's and passports made for them before I obliviated them. I had to Confund one official and Imperius another to get those ID's made. I never looked at them, though. It kept me from knowing their new assumed names, in case I were ever captured and tortured."
Becca gave Hermione an understanding smile. "You were very thorough, Miss Granger."
Hermione nodded, clutching the handkerchief Theo had given her.
Theo spoke softly, "Tell us more, please."
Becca nodded and opened the folder on her lap. She handed over two pictures. One was of the bed and breakfast and one of Hermione's parents walking out of a movie theater, smiling. Becca then hesitantly handed over a third picture, a picture of two boys, identical and no older than two or three. Hermione grabbed the picture, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Children?! They had more children?! She had brothers!
Becca smiled. "You have two little brothers. Jonathan and Michael – twins. They just turned two in October." Tears streamed down Hermione's cheeks as she clutched the photos and held them to her chest. She looked up at Theo's doting eyes. "They're alive, Theo! They're happy!" Sobs once again escaped as he held her and rocked her in his arms.
Hermione leaned back against the front door as it closed with a soft click. Adrenaline, happiness, and relief all coursed through her simultaneously. She felt light, giddy, almost high. She let out a laugh despite the tears that had started rolling down her cheeks. Her parents were alive and they had children. She had not robbed them of their happily ever after. She slid to the floor as sobs of joy and relief wracked through her.
Strong arms reached down and scooped her up, carrying her to the sofa. "Shh, Kitten. You're trembling like a leaf." He kissed her head as she nuzzled into him.
She grabbed his shirt and kissed him passionately. Her face then nuzzled to his neck once again, breathing him in. His smell was comforting, his strength was her strength. The warmth and security that was oozing from his pores an aphrodisiac she couldn't resist. She pulled back and looked in his striking blue eyes. His pupils were blown wide with desire and fueled something in her belly. A fire was brewing. She suddenly felt strong, like she could conquer the world.
"Take me to the bedroom, Theo." Her tone was commanding, a colossal shift from the crumbling witch she had been only moments before. Theo looked at her, surprise on his face.
"Now, Theo!"
Theo's eyes stayed on hers, the intensity and heat from her chocolate orbs drawing him in. He carried her down the hall and laid her on the bed. He drew himself up, over her, preparing to take control and give her what he knew she needed. He let out a slight gasp in surprise when she hopped up onto her knees, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in for a searing kiss. She pushed his shoulders back forcefully, causing him to slightly stumble, a mischievous, teasing smirk on her face. She hopped off the bed, quick, like a cat. "On your knees, Theo," she purred.
His eyes were wide, his heart pounding as he sunk to his knees, not quite sure what to make of her sudden show of Dominance. She slowly pranced around him, her finger lightly scraping along his shoulders, back and chest as she made the circle. She leaned down and whispered, seductively. "Undress."
Theo smiled, internally wondering with delightful anticipation how far she would take this. His shirt was off and his pants and underwear were pooled at his knees. He started to stand so that he could pull them off, but a hand on his shoulder stilled him. "I didn't tell you to stand." She leaned down and nibbled his right ear lobe, then pulled it with her teeth, stretching it. It was just becoming uncomfortable when she released it. "I think you'll get a spanking for that, Pet." She emphasized the 't'.
Theo swallowed heavily, shivering as a slight nervousness crawled up his spine. He had never been spanked before.
Hermione stood back, her arms crossed, her eyes on the goosebumps now peppering his skin. "What's your safeword, Pet?"
"Uhh, red," he choked out, his breath having hitched the moment he went to speak. Since when had he ever even considered allowing someone to Dominate him? He was so fucking hard it was almost painful…but this was fun. And hot.
"Stand up and lean over the bed, chest flat against the mattress, hands over your head." Her voice was authoritative, commanding.
Theo stood and quickly followed her instructions. He didn't have to wait long as a slap met his right butt cheek the minute he was in position. It didn't hurt and he closed his eyes, willing himself to take what he had been dishing out for months. The second hit was harder, but still not painful and he found his arousal continuing to grow, his cock wept with need. Another hit and he was beginning to pant with want. After the fourth hit, he sensed her step away and could hear her undressing. The soft swish of her blouse hitting the floor, the sound of the zip on her skirt and the thud as it pooled at her feet. He couldn't see her, but imagined what he would see if he could.
"Stand up, Pet. Turn around and look at me."
He pushed himself up and turned to her. His imagination did not do her justice; it never did. She was exquisite. Her dark eyes burning, her skin flushed. She stood before him in a black, lacy thong and bra, black heels still on her feet. Her hair had been released from the loose chignon of the day. Soft, full, curly and frizzy waves of hair framed her face and fell to her breasts.
She slowly stalked towards him. His eyes bright, arousal and primal intuition overwhelming him. He never knew that being the prey could be such a turn on. Then she was inches in front of him, gazing up into his face. Her brown eyes warm and sultry and he desperately wanted to lean forward and capture her mouth.
As if she could read his mind, she placed her index finger gently over his lips. She smiled deviantly. "I have other plans for your lips, my lovely Pet." She stroked his lips with her finger. As his lips parted slightly, his tongue tentatively peaked out and stroked her finger. She gasped lightly. His eyes fell to the sultry smile of her mouth as she whispered, "Slip my panties down my legs."
Theo fell to his knees and quickly slid her panties down. His eyes stayed on the apex of her thighs, captured by the inviting moisture and sweet aroma of her arousal.
She hopped on the bed, spread her legs and leaned back. "Come Pet, show your Kitten how much you want her."
Theo was on her in a flash. His mouth immediately on her sex. Hermione writhed and squirmed beneath him. Instinct and habit drew his hands to her hips, holding her in place, his natural Dominance taking over, her natural submissiveness letting him.
His hands reached up, massaging her breasts over her bra, as his tongue and mouth massaged her core. When he sensed her climax building, he slid up her body and kissed her mouth greedily, pressing himself into her. She moaned as he stroked in and out, slowly at first and quickly building to a punishing pace. Her thrusts matched his, both desperate for each other, both frantic for release. He pinned her wrists in his left hand over her head as his right moved between their slapping hips. His fingers brushed her clit and she let out a loud moan as her body tensed. Her walls pulsating and milking him to his own release.
He collapsed onto his elbows on either side of her, not wanting to smother her, both catching their breath, their hearts continuing to race. He pulled his face back and met her eyes. He smiled boyishly. "Who knew you had an inner Dominatrix just itching to come out.
Hermione bit her lip, suddenly feeling shy.
His mouth met hers as he pulled the lip she had just bitten between her teeth and gave it a tug. "Hmm? Mistress Hermione? It has a nice ring to it."
Hermione let out a small chuckle. "Yes, perhaps...in small doses." She kissed him tenderly. "It was strange, but I had this surge of desire come over me. I felt empowered, like I could conquer the world...and…I guess I just went with it." He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. She continued. "But then...when I undressed and your look..." She shivered. "Your look made my knees weak and I realized I didn't want to be in control anymore. So, I climbed on the bed and basically ordered you to take over."
His eyes were on hers. After a minute, he inhaled and let out a sigh. "Yes, I'll confess my desire to Dominate was intense, but I would have conceded control to you as long as you desired. You're quite sexy when you go all bad ass, bossy, Dominatrix."
They were quiet for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Touching lazily. Hermione broke their eye connection first and looked over his shoulder, staring up at the ceiling. "Theo," she whispered. "My parents, they're alive!"
I apologize if the conference room and the case studies were confusing. I struggled with it. But ultimately, Hermione proved her theory and if your mind wandered with impatience as you read that part, just know she proved her point ;)
Also, I've never been to Australia or to Juno, Texas. If I in any way misrepresented these, or any other geographic location, please forgive me. Thanks once again for reading and reviewing!
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