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****************DISCLAIMER*************** All characters belong to JK Rowling; I’m just
having my twisted fun with them…
A/N: Thanks so much for all the kind reviews, and
I’d like to give a shout-out to Ms. Emmaline Granger, spell-checker
extraordinaire. I was just teasing you!
Whenever I’m writing now, I feel as if there is someone right behind me
with a big dictionary or something… and I won’t even go into the misspelled
word in your review *ahem!* J ‘Sokay, I still love you. <g>
This Chapter: The
Professors Snape - caught en flagrante
delicto! Groping! Threats! Filthy
language! It’s all here!
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The Great Hall
was silenced once more as the couple walked back inside and Hermione slipped
from underneath her husband’s arm to go kiss Sal and Tessa a few dozen more
times until he collected her. “Don’t
embarrass them,” he murmured, noting the scarlet cheeks of the twins as they
looked around at their amused Housemates sheepishly. “Come eat.”
He steered her up to the staff table and exchanged a look with
Dumbledore, who rose to his feet.
The Headmaster had McGonagall tap her fork against a glass
to regain the students’ attention and when the Hall was quieted, began the
delayed introduction of the staff-members.
He introduced the regular staff with the addition of Remus Lupin as the
new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, something that didn’t even make
Severus twitch an eyebrow, Hermione noted with disbelief. “And, returning to us from a remarkable nine year absence: Professor Snape, who will be once again
Potions Master. The lovely Madam Snape
will be returning to her old station, Muggle Studies. Let us welcome back Professor Snape with
three cheers.” His eyes twinkled as they
glanced over at the exasperated expression on Snape’s face, making Hermione
laugh and poke Severus in the ribs.
“They’re probably thinking that you’ll be an easier teacher
in Potions than I was,” she whispered and received one of her lover’s trademark
glares. Heaven help her, she had even
missed those, and giggled again just to see him deepen the scowl. Yes, just the same. But she did
want to know why it was that their children had aged while he had not. Her train of thought was derailed abruptly as
she felt a certain long-fingered hand start to slide up her skirt and she
looked at him with a coquettish grin, batting her eyes. “Well, Professor! When it was you yourself saying that we must eat something to maintain our strength, what business do you have copping a feel under the table?”
“I told you what I was hungry for,” he replied, bringing the
glass of wine to his lips to hide the small smile upon them.
“Well, it may have escaped your notice, but I’m smaller than
you, so I need more food -
my energy runs out faster. Quit mauling me in public and let me
eat in peace,” she managed as his fingers began to work their way to her inner
thigh. “Don’t make me hex you, sir.”
His hand stopped suddenly, and he had an outraged look upon
his face as he turned to her. “You’ve
got knickers on? That’s just cruel.” He
looked away and began to eat as she pressed a hand over her mouth to keep from
spitting out her lettuce. Dumbledore bent
an inquiring eye upon them, obviously wondering why one of his professors was
choking on her salad.
Severus finished his meal, acutely aware of the tiny witch
at his side hiccupping and giggling her way through her treacle tart. He surveyed the House tables and watched the
twins easily making friends – he felt a wash of relief seeing them laughing and
talking animatedly; he had never been able to do such things and he was glad
that his children were able to do so.
Pride swelled within him as he saw the pale, dark-haired Contessa at the
Slytherin table as he had known she would do well. Salazar, on the other hand…. a Gryffindor. Good Lord! He had taught the boy better than that.
The other staff members greeted him cheerfully, and for
Hermione’s sake he replied politely, citing the Time Turner as the reason for
his absence. Dinner was soon over and
the twins, with permission from their House prefects, ran over to bid their
parents good night and for a last cuddle from their mother who began to tear up
again. Dumbledore caught Snape’s eye and
the reunited pair followed him up to the Headmaster’s office closely trailed by
Madam Pomfrey. Once the door was
closed, Albus wrung Severus’ hand and loudly proclaimed his delight at finding
his Potions Master alive and well. “Now,
with your permission,” and he waved a hand at the Mediwitch hovering
nearby. Poppy waved her wand over
Snape’s body as he explained all that had happened.
“Amazing! The Curse
was ineffective!” Albus exclaimed.
“Ineffective?
Goyle couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn if it were an inch in front of his
face. Much less pronounce the word “barn”…what’s truly amazing is that Hogwarts
allowed such an inept individual to graduate in the first place. And let’s not forget the fact that Voldemort
actually recruited such an idiot to be a Death Eater when he couldn’t even cast
an Unforgivable properly!” Severus spat, feeling much annoyed with Dumbledore’s
questions and Poppy’s wand in his face.
Pomfrey finished her examination and pocketed her wand
before the irritated professor snapped it in half. “Well, Albus, he seems to be in good health”
Severus rolled his eyes “and I can only think of one explanation for his not
aging properly… the Turner was only around his
neck, not the children’s. When he was banished from the current time, the magic
he had been employing as a shield for them caused a linking to take place so
that they went with him. Because of
having possession of the Time Turner, he alone did not age but the children,
void of such protection, did age
normally.” The witch turned to Hermione
and smiled kindly. “So, my dear, the age
gap between the two of you, originally making your relationship such a
“scandal,” has now been shortened by nine years.”
Hermione took in this information slowly. Yes, there had certainly been a scandal when
they had fallen in love, and her eyes were drawn to her tall wizard. She didn’t regret a moment of it. She looked over at Albus to see him beaming
at her. “My dear, I can’t tell you how
good it is to see you happy once more. I
only wish we could have fixed this so that you could have had your family back
years ago.” He smiled gently at them
over steepled fingertips. “Now, I
imagine you’ve got some catching up to do.
Minerva and I will see to your children and make sure they have the
easiest transition possible – it must be quite something for them to suddenly
find themselves amongst so many other people when they had been used to their
father’s presence.” He shooed them out
and they went gladly. “I will arrange
substitutes for both your classes until you feel up to the task again.”
The couple left the Headmaster’s office hand-in-hand, their
fingers tightly laced together. Hermione felt positively dizzy with longing for
her handsome husband, and Severus was not much better. The students had all gone to their respective
dormitories, and after Snape threatened Peeves with exorcism if he did not
leave the hall immediately, he pulled the small witch into a secluded
alcove. He couldn’t wait anymore. Kissing Hermione passionately and feeling her
fiery response, he grasped her knickers and ripped the crotch out with a jerk
of his hand. Severus lifted her against
the wall, and holding her up with one hand beneath her ass, fumbled with his
trousers feverishly. He propped her up
carefully as she reached down and guided him into her wetness, and he thrust
into her hard and fast, making sure to rub against her clitoris as he entered
her. Muffled moans met his endeavors;
she had pressed her face against his neck and wound her arms around his
shoulders. The only sound was of flesh
slapping against flesh, and gasps of pleasure.
“Fuck me, Severus, fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme…” she whispered fiercely,
knowing how he loved to hear her talk dirty.
She loved it even more, so he didn’t disappoint.
“God, your pussy is so tight. I love it when you’re this wet…you were ready
for me in the Great Hall, weren’t you? I
wanted to turn you over the table right there and shag you senseless…” She moaned at his words and then pressed
against him tightly as she tried to muffle her orgasmic screams. He grunted savagely as he pumped his cock in
and out of her. “I’m cumming,” he
groaned, shifting her on him and releasing into her forcefully as he threw his
head back. She felt his fire spreading
up inside her, and promptly melted into another quaking orgasm.
“Oh, Severus….!”
A slight noise made both of them jerk in surprise and they
looked over in time to see Argus Filch run up, wheezing. “I don’t know what’s with you kids, rutting
in corners like pixies in heat and I’m just- OH! Professors! I-I-I-uhhh,
that is, err, ummm….” Filch went red and turned his back hurriedly in
embarrassment as the married couple rearranged their robes and exchanged
smiles.
Hermione smoothed her hair and glided out of the alcove,
saying goodnight to Filch who managed to get his face a most violent shade of
crimson. Tipping a wink at her husband,
she sauntered down the hall to the dungeons.
Severus leveled a severe look at Filch who was, by this time, gibbering
and wishing he were someplace else. “I
believe your time would be better spent hanging around by the Fat Lady’s
tapestry. To my knowledge, most of the
hormonally-challenged youngsters congregate there.” Filch nodded his agreement, his head bobbing
up and down so fast that what little hair was left on his head flapped like a
pennant.
“Won’t say nuthin’, sir.
Just between us, ‘ey?” He croaked, clearly wanting to sink into the
floor.
Snape looked at him in disbelief, knowing full well that, in
the morning, the whole school would know that the Snapes had been having “a bit
of a shag” and that nothing, short of an Unforgivable, would make him hold his
tongue. But, who really cared? It’s not
as if he was still seeing an 18-year-old student on the quiet anymore. That time Filch caught them kissing, he had
needed to give practically the whole second floor detention just to shut the
man up. He swept after his wife, his
black robes swirling. Let him talk, if
he wanted to…he was just jealous.
He entered their rooms preoccupied by thoughts of what that
old biddy McGonagall would say to him when she caught him alone when his
thought process stuttered to a halt.
Hermione was bent over tending to the fire dressed in the Muggle “high
heels” that he liked when she wore the same outfit that she was currently
wearing – absolutely nothing at all. She
shot him a coy glance over her shoulder, deliberately not straightening as she
spoke to him. “How about it, big
boy?” She spoiled it by laughing at the
inane expression she had just used, but quickly sobered as he began to take off
his clothes. Merlin, how she loved to look at him nude. The firelight danced off of his pale skin and
threw shadows onto his face as he slowly approached her…she summoned a cushion
and knelt on the hearth in front of him, watching him bob before her face. “Severus…you just got here, but have I told
you yet how much I love this?” she sighed, her eyes still fixed on his erect penis.
“No…but seeing that look on your face makes up for it.” Hermione, Severus decided, looked like she
had been given the keys to all the major libraries in both the wizard and
muggle worlds. And he loved it. She always
told him that he had the same look whenever his mouth was inches away from the
sweetest part of her. Just then,
Hermione licked his shaft with a long velvety stroke of her tongue and he found
it difficult to concentrate. She glanced
up at him and gave him a smile that was sexy as hell before she wrapped those
luscious lips around him and began to suck slowly. He loved being married….
Much later, they lay sated in each other’s arms while
Hermione asked questions about his “time away.”
She laughed as she saw, via his mind, little Tessa sneaking up to braid
an inattentive Severus’s hair – he had learned to always keep an eye out for
her after that. She saw the twins
learning to read in the library and the pride on their father’s face as they
tackled a particularly hard new word.
Seeing the two youngsters learning beginner’s spells made her smile and
glance up into her lover’s eyes. “I
missed so much, I wonder if I’ll ever catch up with them.”
Severus looked at her.
“Just be thankful that you weren’t there during their Expelliarmus phase.”
She pushed with her mind to see exactly what he meant by
that, but he refused her entrance, waggling a finger at her. “Manners, Madam Snape.” But he relented enough to show her what had
happened when they had tried to Curse each other when he wasn’t watching, and
his response of “Try it again, and I’ll hex you into next week!” won him
another laugh from Hermione. He picked
her up easily and carried her to their bed.
She snuggled against him sleepily and sighed as he kissed her
tenderly. “I thought I might never have
a chance to do this again,” he murmured against her hair, and his arms
tightened around her slightly. Holding
each other close, they slept.
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The season
changed, and the Snapes grew once more accustomed to family life. Hermione suggested a visit to the Burrow, since
they hadn’t been to see the Weasley’s in some time. “Now Severus, if Ron is there, you have to
promise me you’ll behave yourself and not Curse him or anything. And if Sirius
comes over! It’s past time you two put
your school days behind you, and you have an example to set for Sal and Tessa,”
she scolded as she dug around in the wardrobe for the children’s winter
cloaks. The two first years struggled
into them, already having been made to wear three layers of clothing so that
they vaguely resembled marshmallows. “Put
on your hats, you two! I’m not having you catch frostbite!” They rolled their eyes and looked to their
father for help, but he was already headed out the door to avoid more
behavioral advice.
“Mum! Why can’t we
just do a warming spell? And why do we need all these clothes if we’re Apparating?” Tessa grumped. Her wild black hair stuck up from underneath
a lime green beanie embroidered with tiny black snakes, a gift from her
grandmother. “And DAD isn’t wearing as
much stuff as we are,” Sal piped up from underneath the thick burgundy scarf
that was covering most of his face.
Hermione put her fists on her hips and looked at her
children sternly. “If your father wants frostbite,
he’s more than welcome to it. You, on
the other hand, have no such choice.” Her
voice warmed slightly. “Besides, if you’re
not wearing enough outer gear, then you won’t be able to join in the game of
Quidditch that I hear is happening after lunch.” The twins perked up immediately at the
mention of the game and began to harass her
into hurrying. They hustled her outside
towards the tall figure of their father and he turned to watch them herd
Hermione up to him.
“Do you want to, or shall I?” he asked and she smiled up at
him, indicating that he was to control their travel. Contessa wrapped her arms around one of his
legs and Salazar scooted close to their mother as Severus drew Hermione into
him and Disapparated.
At the Burrow, Molly Weasley looked outside at the familiar
sight of the tendrils of black rushing down from the sky to touch down on the
lawn, the smoke forming into Severus and Hermione. Molly chucked as she saw how the youngest
Snapes were clutching their parents’ legs and holding their eyes tightly
closed. She also noted with satisfaction
the loving look the other couple exchanged as they separated. “Oh, come on, Arthur! They’re here!
Tell Ginny and Ronald, will you? George! Fred! Get down here!”
She threw open the door and gave Hermione a hearty embrace. “Oh, my dear, it’s so good to see you. And Severus!
Nice to have you back with us and putting that smile back on our girl’s
face…you remember Ginny and Ronald…”
Ginny’s smile lit up her face as she flung herself at her
best friend, but Ron turned a ghastly shade of white as he looked up into his
former professor’s scowling face. “Erm,
nice to…see…you, sir,” he managed weakly.
The scowl deepened. “Misssster Weasley…Hermione has told me
of your support of her during my absence.”
He knows, thought
Ron hysterically, and Snape’s next words confirmed his fear.
“But what she has not told me was that you tried to…take…my
place.” The burning black eyes were
fixed hard on his now, and Ron felt as though he might faint. “I believe I’ve told you before that you were
not to touch a single inch of her skin.”
Severus gave the younger man his best you’re-about-to-find-yourself-in-a-full-body-cast
look and felt sweet satisfaction at the look of blind terror on Weasley’s face.
“It was just one kiss,” he blurted, wondering if he could
make it to his broom before being struck down by an Unforgivable.
Hermione turned just in time to see her husband level his
wand at Ron and opened her mouth to stop him when Severus began the
incantation.
“Cru…” he started, and Ron dropped to the floor
howling. “…cible,” he finished.
He roared with laughter at the sight of Ron’s astonished face
as Hermione slapped his chest. “Severus!
Honestly!” She linked arms with Ginny.
“Let’s go, Gin. Can you believe I
have to deal with three children today?” she said airily. The two friends went further inside the house
and the elder Weasleys, attempting to hide their smiles at their son’s
discomfiture, ushered Severus and the two children inside. Ron beat a hasty retreat to the other side of
the house, determined to hide until the Potions Master left. The man really was a nightmare, he told
himself repeatedly.
Salazar and Contessa were instantly intrigued by the
unconventional house they found themselves in, and quickly made friends with
Fred and George, who were visiting for the weekend. They compared Curses and traded ideas for
practical jokes while listening to tales of the Weasleys
run-ins with their father. The Weasley twins were disappointed that the young Snapes hadn’t pulled any great pranks yet, “You try pulling a practical joke on
someone when your dad’s a Legilimens,” Sal said disgustedly. They eagerly ran
out after lunch for the promised game of Quidditch and were introduced to Ginny’s
fiancé, Harry Potter, along with his godfather Sirius Black. They had heard stories of Black from their
parents and watched him carefully. He,
on the other hand, was delighted to meet them and declared that he was sure
they would turn out to be just like their mother. Contessa stepped on his foot in a fit of
pique when he teased her about the snakes on her hat while Harry conversed with
Salazar about the role of Seeker.
Remus Lupin and his
girlfriend Tonks Apparated and watched the game with interest while catching up
with Severus and Hermione. Sirius and
Severus eyed each other warily, keeping their wands within reach… their rivalry
was still at a slow burn, and Sirius hadn’t gotten over what Severus had done
to him on the eve of his wedding. His
wife, Rosmerta from the Three Broomsticks, talked animatedly with Hermione,
Ginny and Tonks and from time to time, the women all laughed and looked over
their shoulders at their respective men.
“What are they talking about over there?” Remus said, a bit worriedly. Sirius peered over at a particularly loud
swell of giggles and shook his head.
“How much is it worth for you to find out?” Severus drawled
lazily, keeping an eye on the Quidditch game.
Harry looked over at him, interested. “What do you mean? Can you find out from
here? Oh, yeah…” he said, remembering
the Potions Master’s talent.
The women looked about ready to fall off their chairs as
they glanced over at the men. Remus
cleared his throat nervously. “I might
regret it, but I have to know.”
Severus sat up straight and gave him a warning look. “Fine, but if I get caught, I’ll be taking it
out on your precious Gryffindors.” He
focused on Hermione and sent his mind towards hers stealthily. “Oh, for Merlin’s sake… don’t they have
anything better to discuss?”
The other men leaned in eagerly. “All right, what is it?” Sirius
demanded.
Severus looked at him, considering. “You might not want to know, Black.”
Harry and Remus exchanged a look; they knew what was about
to happen.
“Not want to know WHAT?” Sirius demanded, eyes wild.
“Well, it’s just that…well….no, I really shouldn’t…”
“WHAT?!?!?”
“Okay, I’ll tell you.
Seems Rosmerta is just telling the others about the sad state of your
sexual prowess. I mean, really, Sirius,
you should get that looked into...” he was cut off by Sirius’s angry roar as he
launched himself towards Severus, his wand forgotten.
Harry and Remus laughed at the resurgence of hostility
between the two wizards and began to bet on which man would end up swallowing
more snow. The women ran over to watch
Severus and Sirius rolling around like third years, Ginny trotting over to slip
her hand into Harry’s. “What started it this time?” she asked, watching with
interest as Sirius was caught in a headlock and retaliated by biting Severus on
the leg.
“Oh, he told Sirius that you girls were talking about how
Rosmerta was complaining about his prowess.”
Ginny snorted with mirth. “Well,
what were you talking about, then?”
She stood on tiptoes and whispered. “Hermione is pregnant again. So are Rosmerta and Tonks.”
“YOU’RE not, are you?”
“We’ll see in nine months, shan’t we?” she laughed at her fiancé’s
astonished look and went back over to Hermione and Rosmerta who had given up
being angry at their spouses and were just enjoying the show. The wrestling match, actually an undignified
scrabbling in the slush, had ended in a draw.
Severus and Sirius had each other pinned so neither could move and they were
both now declaring that they would
not let go until the other did,
panting with exertion.
“Oh, heaven’s sake, Sev! Let go of him, I’m cold and I want
to go inside,” Hermione said finally when it became clear that they had both
meant what they said. He gave Sirius a
final glare and released him, shoving the other wizard as he climbed to his
feet so that Sirius fell back into the slushy mess they had created.
“I’ll get you later, Snivellus!” Black yelled spitefully, and Hermione had to
haul on her husband’s arm to stop him from turning back and continuing the
fight. The old nickname still had the
power to enrage her surprisingly sensitive mate, but she had ways to calm him
down and repress the tide of anger, resentment, and feelings of helplessness
that rose within him upon reflection of his youth.
She employed her
skills now, looking into his eyes and sending loving thoughts to him via
Legilimancy. It doesn’t matter what he says to you, dear heart – you are mine now
and I know your worth. You are a wonderful
and considerate lover, a loyal, kind husband, and a loving father. Don’t let that name take you back to when you
were distressed and alone, for I will love you now and forever, my sweet
Slytherin.
She felt him absorb her words, now calm and secure in her
love. She worked a drying charm on him
and they readied the children for departure, thanking the Weasleys for their
hospitality. As they Apparated back to
the main gates of Hogwarts and sent the children back to their dormitories,
Hermione revealed what she had swiftly hidden from him when she felt his mind
nudge against hers earlier.
“You get this one,” he said fervently after sweeping her
into a joyous embrace.
“Actually,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes, “We’ll be
having twins again.” She laughed at the
look on his face and opened her arms to the love of her life.
THE END
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NOTE: I just read
some of the latest reviews for my first story, “Bed Checks..” and I would like
to comment on one of them - I’d like a
chance to respond to it because the first reading left me a little miffed, so I
deleted it. I regret that decision now,
since the reviewer left an email address for me to reply to. I would like to set the record straight and
say that yes, that story was intended to make people laugh. I like to inject as much humor as I can into
everything that I do. However, I did feel that some of the reviewer’s
comments were unnecessary. I write for
fun, and I try to get details as “right” as possible, but nobody’s
perfect. And I DID explain about the
ages as well as the House mistakes after Emmie politely pointed that fact out
to me. The fact that someone can be so
upset at the fact that my descriptions aren’t “hot” enough or that I am not faithfully
adhering to JKR’s writing worries me a little… like I just mentioned, this is
for fun! But I came to a realization about this: this is really the first person I’ve heard
from that is dissatisfied with my writing, and I’m taking this whole thing way
too seriously! So, here’s a warning for my reviewers that I
think is fair. If you like the story,
great! I will thank you effusively. If you have a question, are confused by
something or would like to offer suggestions on how I could do better, that’s
fantastic as well. I will attempt to
answer anyone who is not happy with the story by either writing my response
into the next chapter’s author’s note or via email if an address is
provided. Unnecessary meanness will
either result in my taking down the review, or lampooning it in the upcoming
chapter for all to enjoy. So here’s to
the self-proclaimed “nymphomaniac” that was so “turned off”… you made me
realize that not everyone likes to read the same thing, and that’s quite
alright. I’m sure a lot of the other
authors at AFF have suffered a lot worse, so thanks for bringing that into
perspective for me.
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