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What can go wrong? completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15096 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made from it.

Chapter List
- 1-Lost
- 2-Complicated
- 3-Interesting
- 4-Kitten
- 5-Gratification
- 6-Openness
- 7-Revenge
- 8-Promising
- 9-Lesson
- 10-Looney
- 11-Naked
- 12-Up-side-down
- 13-Breath-taking
- 14-Insights
- 15-Irreparable
- 16-Thrill
- 17-Tight
- 18-Shift
- 19-Tapping
- 20-Discomforting
- 21-Skin-deep
- 22-Intense
- 23-Knotted
- 24-Pivot
- 25-Bridle
- 26-Redefining
- 27-Quell
- 28-Fushion
- 29-Essentials
- 30-Interlace
- 6
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A/N:
EDIT: 05.08.2018.
Big, big THANK YOU to my beta Holdt
Revenge
The ground was getting closer and closer. Buildings were plainly visible now, the river wasn’t a shiny snake that slithered on the ground reflecting sunlight—it was just a river. Even cars could be seen more clearly.
He hated this.
The whistling in his ears was a nightmare and his mind sank in-too-deep thoughts as a salvation from the unpleasantness of landing.
The remainder of t yesterday and the following night was - refreshingly entertaining. At least night won’t be boring in his unplanned, underserved and unwilling imprisonment. He would gladly summon the image of her face in the throes of passion, but one glance at her told him that she was in a panic.
At least someone hated flying more than he did. Gently laying his hand over her clutched joined fists, he nodded reassuringly and she gave him a weak smile. Her breathing accelerated as the wheels bumped on the ground, yanked them a couple of times and continued to roll.
When they finally came to a stop, she was still frozen in her seat.
“We landed safely, you may unbuckle yourself and leave this tin can.” He mocked. She gave him a scared stare and her hands moved, seemingly, on their own accord as she freed herself from the seat and rose. They walked toward the stairs and he started to descend when he noticed that she was frozen, standing at the top of the stairs.
“I promise you, Miss Granger - the ground is sound if you muster the courage to step on it.”
She didn’t say anything but her eyes locked over his shoulder, and he glanced behind to see two approaching Aurors.
“Friends of yours?” She shook her head and he breathed slowly. He finally understood. “Miss Granger, I promised you my help and support. Do you think I would go against my word and abandon you now?” Now, she shook her head again with terrified vigour. “Do you trust me, Miss Granger?”
“Yes.” The voice was barely a whisper. His insides coiled like a pit of snakes, but it wasn’t time to indulge in that feeling right now.
“Good. You are not alone.” He offered his hand to her and she took it, crushing it with her sweaty palms. “Let’s give them hell.”
After that she followed him, letting him sort out the details, but he could see that more of her old zeal was returning, albeit in slow baby steps. Aurors were quiet, they didn’t say more than few most necessary words. They took them to a loft, surrounded with yellow tape, and ushered them into a small, run-down house. The only thing looking in proper working order was the fireplace.
One of the aurors took a pouch from his belt.
“Master Snape, we will return by car. After your departure, we will seal this fireplace.”
He took the pouch and nodded.
“Miss Granger, do you wish to go first?” Her eyes widened. “Very well, I’ll go first, wait ten seconds then follow me.” She grabbed him by the hand.
“Se…Mr Snape, the curse… we can’t.” Her eyes darted towards the Aurors, he cursed under the breath.
“Give us a minute, then return to the house and seal the network,” he said with a jerk of the head at the Aurors.
“Master Snape….”
“NOW!” At his bellow, the Aurors looked at each other, and with doubtful expressions began to move.
“You have one minute.” With that, they left them alone.
“Incompetent bunch.” He grumbled and she smiled. ”Are you sure, Kitten?”
“We don’t have much of a choice into the matter. The Ministry is much further than twenty paces, even Hagrid's.”
“So much for Potter’s planning abilities. Are you sure…”
“As far as they are concerned we are married, and if you do not have any objections I am not willing to prove them wrong.” She looked mortified by her statement and determined at the same time.
“Potter is aware of the nature of the bond. I explained that to him. William will be present, and he is more than aware that the bond is not the same as marriage.”
“We know it, they know it… They don’t know how we decided to treat the bond.” She had very sly, almost vindictive grin on her now. “Besides, you told me yourself ‘let’s give them hell’. I can’t think of a bigger hell, especially for Ronald. Can you?”
“I do not know, should I be pleased or insulted by that. He grinned. “Miss Granger, it is a privilege and joy being used by you.”
As they stepped into the fireplace, she turned toward him and hugged him.
“Just don’t forget to call me Kitten, Severus.”
“Potter’s office.” He called, tossing the dust.
Green flames engulfed them.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Emerging from the fireplace she heard a collective gasp. Her face was still firmly pressed into Snape’s shirt. He lightly tapped her on the shoulder, before trying to peel her hands from his waist. The voice in her head cackled maniacally, taunting her to face her friends. She raised her head and looked at him, seeking confirmation that he wouldn’t just walk back into the fireplace.
“Invisible jewellery, remember.” His whisper was barely audible and almost lost in her friend’s cries.
“Hermione!”
Ginny nearly pushed Snape away and gripped her in a chokehold of a hug, crying, streaming the flood of words.
“Where have you been? You made me worry myself sick! You know you could contact me anytime, I wouldn’t even tell Harry if you asked. You missed our wedding, I wanted you to be my maid of honour. Why are you so skinny? Have you been eating at all? I’m pregnant, and you are the godmother, so don’t you dare disappear on me again—”
“Gin, Ginny…” tried Harry, but her friend held her tightly in an embrace. “May I hug her?”
Hermione outstretched one hand towards Harry, and finally, he gave up and hugged both of them.
“You gave me more than a few grey hairs, Hermione. I missed you.” Harry was simple but his words fell on her like a healing balm.
“Miss Granger.” Greeted the deep voice of the Minister.
“Heya Hermione.” Bill smiled at her.
He’s waiting for you, sang the voice in her head with malice.
She glanced around the room, noticing Ron frozen in the corner, looking at her with eyes wide open and unblinking. She craned her head to see—where was Snape? He was standing maybe two steps further, arms folded across his chest, a sneer on his face. For the first time since she had seen him, he reminded her of her old teacher.
Ginny and Harry released her and Ron moved. Before she could even think she was standing next to Snape.
‘Now you must face him. Will you betray him, can you betray him?’ cackled voice. ‘Will they believe you? The way HE believed you?’
She wailed a low, pained sound and clutched her head. Shut up! Shut up!! Shut up!!!
Before she knew it, she was dropping towards the floor, Snape’s hands grabbing for her. Bill and an unknown man, she presumed a Healer, ran towards them. Bill was already holding his wand and casting spells; the Healer followed his example.
“Can you stand on your own?” Snape rumbled and she nodded, regretting it when he released her. In past couple of days, she’d relaxed, but now panic and old paranoias returned with vengeance.
“Hermione, there is a room in the back, well a storage closet, but we transformed it into a room for this occasion. You can go there with Bill and the Healer so they can check you out.” That was Harry.
She nodded, and Snape nudged her past the lot of them, and into the back. Every step was like a dream; the only solid points were Snape’s hand and her eyes fixated on Ron. People around her exchanged glances but remained silent. Bill ushered her into the small space and onto a bed, that looked like the transportable one used by Muggle masseurs.
“Here you go Hermione, you just lie down and relax. I’ll check again for the remaining curses, or if any remnants of removed curses stayed.” Bill was talking to her softly. “This is Healer Berms, he is one of the best curse healers in England, he will wait for my assessment and then examine you. Is that ok?”
“I guess.” She sighed, that’s why they were here in the first place.
She closed her eyes.
I’m going to get rid of you now.
‘ We shall see.’
You are gone.
‘ What if I stay but that yummy bit of hunk is gone?’
He, … Well… They ….
‘ You don’t want him gone!’ cackled the voice and she growled.
“Are you alright Hermione?” Asked Bill
“Yes, yes, I’m fine. Can you…, do you…, can you remove the curse that bonded me to the Snape?”
“It is one of the ancient curses Hermione, it can be broken forcefully - but, repercussions can be - severe. I would rather work in the less volatile way. However, if both you and Snape agree…” He trailed off.
While they talked, Healer waved his wand and cast a few spells, frowning.
“Bill, may I have a moment.”
“Sorry, Hermione.” Bill pulled back to the corner and cast silencing spell, she watched them talk, Bill was nodding his head. After a few long minutes, Bill lifted the spell and turned to her.
“Well, a good news is that Snape removed all the minor curses, and my colleague will remove Bellatrix’s curse, you won’t be needing runes anymore. That would leave you with only the last curse.” She nodded.
Healer approached and nodded to her.
“Please give me your hand Miss Granger and if you can’t withstand the pain ask Bill to hold you down."
“No need, I can manage it.” She sighed. ”But I could use some distraction if you are up to a conversation.” Turned to Bill, he smiled at her.
“No problem. Why didn’t you come to me?”
“It was the war. And it wasn’t like that in the beginning. Not even after the first year, after the war. But it was there. I…”
“You have nothing to be ashamed off, Hermione. Hell, I’ve been healed from curses more times than I can count. Many were, after the war. And I wouldn’t say anything to anyone.”
“Would you believe me?”
“That Bellatrix cursed you?”
“No. About Ron.” Bill had uncertain look on his face “See.”
“It is Ron, he’s…”
“Because it is Ron.”
“He’s harmless.”
“I know Ron. I had a crush on Ron for ages. Ron is never sure of himself, not even when he knows he’s right. In this he was sure.”
“But how that can be?”
“I don’t know Bill, but he knows more than he lets on.” The searing pain hit her and she closed her eyes cursing. “FUCK! MERLIN’S FUZZY BALLS!”
Sounds of struggling and shuffling came from outside, Snape’s voice cold as ice.
“Where do you think, you’re going Weasley?”
“To be with ‘Mione, move away Snape. I’m warning you.” Ron’s voice.
Shuffling again, and a dull thud, Snape’s voice again.
“Do whatever you think is appropriate Potter, but he is not to approach her…” Harry’s voice is muffled and she could not hear the words. “I don’t care. If he approaches, her if he lays a finger on her - I’ll deal with him.” A muffled voice again “I have every right Potter, but if you need confirmation, ask her.”
Voices are now muffled, but chattering, scraping sound is loud for few brief moments. She turned to Bill. “I like Ron, but like a brother. He just…”
“Ron is thick sometimes, but he’ll get it, eventually.” Smiled Bill. ”That doesn’t mean you should avoid us until he does. We all miss you.”
“But Molly…”
“Mum will get over it too.” He patted her shoulder. “Just a bit more, and one curse less.”
“Bill, can I ask you something? But don’t think I’m crazy, please.”
“About the curse?”
“Well yes. Do you think that part of the caster, or rather casters madness could…? I’m sorry, it is ridiculous.” She shook her head, she already asked Severus that and he negated the possibility.
“No, it couldn’t. But, what I know is that casters usually choose curse that is suitable for their mental capabilities. If I or Snape were to cast a curse, it would be strong and hard to break; I’m skilful, he is a just strong wizard. Bellatrix was insane, so her curses of choice, even cursed objects, reflected that. So, in a way, she did inflict part of her own madness to you.”
“But, it will be gone now?”
“Not right away, but eventually, yes. You had a curse for a long time, you must be patient.”
“It is done, Miss Granger.” The healer was sweating but he looked satisfied. “I am informed that you will be residing with Master brewer, for the time being, he can make you slaves, but I’m afraid that the scar will remain.”
“I don’t want it gone.” She whispered. She was proud of the word written on her hand, proud to be muggleborn.
Hopping from the table, she looked at Bill, he smiled at her.
“Just send Snape in.” She nodded and stepped out.
Severus was leaning on the wall, grim and with a sneer. Harry and Ginny waited patiently nearby. Kingsley was not in the room anymore and Ron was tied to a chair and knocked out.
“They are waiting for you.” He nodded and entered the small room. She turned to Harry and Ginny. What happened?”
“You screamed and Ron tried to run into the room, Snape… He stopped Ron... Hermione is he…?”
“He’s protecting me from Ron because I asked him to Harry. Sorry, Ginny, I know that he’s your brother, but, I don’t feel safe around him.”
“You don’t have to worry about me.” Grinned Ginny. “Unless you disappear on me again.”
“I’m not planning to.”
“‘Mione…” Ron called her weekly.
“My name is Hermione .” She hissed, her hand tightened the grip on the wand.
“Let me take care of you if they broke the curse…”
“And did you asked me if I want your help or care, Ron?” Her voice was, like Snape’s, cold as ice.
“‘Mione…”
“I have my name Ronald, one you didn’t manage to learn, apparently.” She slowly raised her wand. “This stops now.”
“Hermione?” Whispered Ron.
“That is Mrs Snape to you, Ron.” Harry and Ginny gave her bemused looks.
“That is not… It is only a curse ‘Mione… You and I…”
“You and I do not exist Ron. Not for a long time now.”
“But now that you are back…”
“I’m not interested in you Ron.”
“But you and the greasy git...”
“That’s Master Snape to you, Ron. And, that is my bonded partner you’re talking about.”
“Only until Bill lifts the curse.”
“And what then Ron? I’ll get back to you? Settle down? Give birth to a Quidditch team?”
“I never said you can’t work ‘Mione, have a career.”
“When Ron? Between the two births? Besides, you never asked me if I want you in my bed, Ron. You never bloody asked me if I can have kids.”
“Hermione?” The question fell from several corners of the room.
“Well, Ron…I can’t.” She hissed ignoring the questioning looks. “Do you still want me now?”
“Hermione, what happened….?” Whispered Harry, looking completely lost, Ginny was whipping tears, silently.
“Bellatrix.”
“I don’t understand…” Whispered Ron.
“The consequence of the cruciatus curse.” Drawled Snape from the doorframe, looking at faces in the room.
“There are potions…” Started Ron.
“More to the point, I. Don’t. Want. Kids.” Her hand gripped stronger on her wand, she made another step back leaning on Snape, his hands enveloped her - one around the waist, other around the shoulders.
“Do not touch her, you…”
“He has every right to do so, Ron. You, however, have no right whatsoever to forbid him.” She raised her wand again, and Severus loosened his embrace. “You are the reason he had to look for me in the first place. ‘Bring me the artefact ‘Mione.’ ‘We will dispel the curse together ‘Mione.’ Imagine my surprise when I discovered the nature of the curse, Ron. Now, why would you want it to bring it to you? Not into Ministry, not to Bill, but to you? You are the Auror, it is not your job to handle such artefact, what could you probably wish with from it Ron?”
“I didn’t want anything by it ‘Mione, I just…”
“You wanted to activate it!” She screamed. “You thought if you enslave me, that I’d succumb? How did you found out about the curse’s nature, when even Bill didn’t know about it?” She hissed, Ron was gaping like a trout.
“What are you talking about ‘Mione? That is only the curse talking.” Wand pointed at Ron above her head.
“I believe she doesn’t want your affections, Weasley.” It surprised her, how dark and menacing his voice was, his left hand possessively tightened around her waist.
“You don’t touch her! And how do you know why she can’t have kids?” Hissed Ron.
“He has every right to touch me, Ron.” She wanted to hex him, make him see reason or at least leave her alone.
“You think he wants you if you barren? He’d just use you.”
“Maybe I’ll use him.” Hissed.
“And you don’t mind?” Ron turned to Snape.
“Mind what?”
“That she can’t have children.” Hermione craned her neck, Snape just raised one eyebrow, lips curled in an amusement. “You don’t mind to be used by her?”
“It is the lady’s choice.” Replied Snape calmly. ”But I am intrigued, why did you ask her to bring you the artefact?”
Ron just gulped on air and hissed.
“Fine, you can have her. Just so you know ‘Mione…mmmmmmmm”
Everybody in the room turned to Ginny, her wand was pointed at her brother, her scarf was hanging from his mouth.
“You talk too much Ron, just - shut up.” Ginny shrugged. “He was annoying me, it is not recommendable to be annoyed or stressed in my condition.”
“Congratulations Mrs Potter, Potter.” Rumbled Snape, and she was unsure about what he congratulated Ginny. He took her hand and tugged her towards the fireplace. “It is time to finish all this. Luna.”
Green flames danced, and Luna stepped into the room, looking poorly dressed and rather dishevelled.
“Hello Ginny, Harry. Nice to see you again Hermione. Hi, Bill, bye!” Bill and the Healer were preparing to leave.
“Hey, Looney.” Grinned Bill. ”Will you come to dinner next week?”
“I will, say hello to Fleur.”
“Bill, take Ron home, please.” Asked Ginny. “Hey, Luna.”
“Why is Ron tied up? Are you playing?” Luna looked at Snape quizzically. “These are nice bonds, are they password charmed?”
“But of course, only the Lidia’s finest.” Grinned Snape and they laughed at some private joke, she felt a pang of jealousy.
“Nice to see you, Ron.” Smiled Luna, she turned to Snape, wrinkling her nose “Can we hurry with this? I left my husband tied to the bed, I’d like to untie him before he loses his circulation.”
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
He nearly started laughing at faces in the room. Luna was extremely adapted, one foot in the magical world and other in Muggle adapted to confuse the hell out her surroundings. Her eyes roamed over the room, then fixed on Ron again.
“That scarf does not look comfortable, I can bring my ball-gag if you need it.” Luna tilted her hand slightly, assessing the situation, Hermione and Harry gasped then broke into a fit of giggles, the rest of them just looked baffled.
“No need Luna, now that you are here we can finish with this.” He turned to Bill. “We will talk more Bill, expect owl from Harry.”
Bill just nodded, Hermione hugged Ginny.
“Gin, when this is over…” Promised Hermione.
“Tea for me, coffee for you, and an hour of talk. Don’t make me chase after you with my belly up to my chin.” Grinned Ginny.
“Mrs Potter.” Nodded politely and turned to the fireplace.
“Severus.” Hermione's voice stopped him, even before he turned to face her he could sense what she wanted.
“Yes, Kitten?” He addressed her, setting his voice to a silky purr.
Luna smiled dreamily.
She made small half-step and snuggled herself next to him, her hands clasping around his neck. Lowering down, his hands snaked around her, one fanning over the small of her back, other digging in her hair at the nape of her neck. She kissed him. It wasn’t a fast kiss. No. Not by a long shot. His fuzzy mind whimpered This is how Dementors kiss must feel like.
She caressed his lips with hers, taking her leisure time, licking the corners - nudging her way into his mouth with a tender force that left him breathless. Her tongue swiped across his gums and teeth, lapping gently at his tongue, caressing its way deeper and deeper into his mouth. His fingers dig into her hair, the other hand pressed her back to him tightly. She tickled his palate, almost mischievously, teasing him, taunting him to reciprocate, blocking his way every time he would take the bait.
Stifling the groan, he surrendered, no matter what he promised or how much he enjoyed, public humiliation was not on the menu. But, if someone told him that his ex-student, Hermione know-it-all Grainger, the most sagacious of all his students, would tongue-fucked him to the brink of losing control in a room full of people - he would personally send him to Janus Thickey Ward.
Her kiss was toxic, addictive. It tasted sweet and powerful. It tasted like revenge and spite, victory over all who wronged her. It was also happiness and thrust, thrust in him. It was majestic, romantic and gentle, erotic and full of passion. It was selfish, and he drank from that well, relishing it's cold and refreshing honesty.
When she started to separate, he reluctantly let her out of his embrace, hoping with all his might that Harry and Luna will leave them alone soon. Struggling to breathe normally, something that was failing him no matter how much he tried, he looked at her eyes - they glimmered with spite and vengeance. With a hoarse voice, loud enough for all to hear, leaning his forehead on hers, he intoned.
“Let’s take this to someplace more private Kitten.” She nodded and turned to Harry.
“I do hope you gave us a double bed in that shack you are sending us to.”
Harry tried to speak but only stuttered, incoherent noises escaping his throat, Bill whistled low, Ginny was trying to catch Hermione’s attention and mouth ‘I want details’. Ron’s eyes bulged, he was trying to yell but scarf prevented him. Only Luna stayed indifferent.
“Yes, we should go now, I’m in a hurry, you know. Harry…” Luna's voice was airy, a little bit impatient like the kiss was the most natural thing.
“What? Oh yes, I’ll go first, then two of you, then Luna. It is the one-time passage for four people and floo will disconnect on its own. Well…. Silence” Harry called and disappeared.
They stepped into the fireplace, she hugged him again and waved at the people in the room, as soon as he called the name green flames swallowed them.
This was an odd day, and it wasn’t even noon yet.
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