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Chapter Eight

            “I want her gone.” The stony voice of Lucius Malfoy had Severus stopping in his tracks.

            “What for?” he asked him, going over to sit next to him.

            “She’s been useless in helping me and it’s clear she’s only here to humiliate me,” he muttered in disgust. “I want her out of here.”

            “No.” Lucius started to lurch up to his feet, but Severus stopped him. Making him sit once again, the potion’s master said, “You are going to stay put and listen to me. This isn’t your home, Lucius. It’s mine. And Hermione Granger, though a person you do not wish to deal with, is my guest. I will not toss her out, because you think she’s found your Achilles heel. Sorry to be the harbinger of bad tidings, but the chit more than likely knew as much when she first met you at age twelve.” This only managed to put an even more sour expression on the regal blonde’s face. “As much as you don’t care for it, she’s here to help you. And at the moment helping you means that you must deal with some issues you don’t like, something I suspect you are now blaming Miss Granger for.”

            “Why should I have to get help from a witch who doesn’t even know what she speaks of?” he snapped. “What does she know about grief or loss?”

            He sighed quietly, “More than you’ll ever know.”

            “What did she lose that was so precious to her?” he demanded.

            “It’s not my place to say,” he told his friend. “Why don’t you ask her yourself? Perhaps if you ask her nicely enough, she might even answer your query.”

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            Needless to say it took quite long time before Hermione was compliant with Lucius’s wish for her to tell him even a fraction what it was that she lost to make her a specialist or expert on loss. When he first approached her, he had demanded he tell her and went as far as to say that he wouldn’t do another thing to continue with their so called lessons until she did. Hermione turned heel and left without uttering a single word.

            Next he had tried to bribe her. He tried money that she didn’t even look at, jewels at which she cringed at, and a rather beautiful set of silk robes most witches would have swooned over. She simply touched the fabric, said it was lovely but ever so impractical and walked away. This reaction nearly had Lucius pulling his own hair out in frustration.

            He was on the verge of threatening her, when a very relaxed Severus came strolling into the library where he was looking for Miss Granger.

            “Whom are you waiting for, dare I ask?” Severus inquired, as he was looking through the books on dark magic of the Renaissance.

            “That little know it all, as if you didn’t know,” he muttered. “Why?”

            “No reason really,” he said casually. “Just wished to know what I’d be doing for the next two hours or so.”

            Frowning Lucius asked, “What do you mean by that?”

            “The witch hears you out, leaves and finds me, and I tend to spend the next two to three hours—depending on just how angry she is by how you’ve supposedly asked her—tied up with the chit doing anything she wishes to do to me.” He had a book in hand that he really wanted to read, but asked, “So what’s next—threats?”

            “I’ve tried everything else!” he exclaimed.

            “Have you tried asking politely like I suggested?” he inquired, putting back the book with a resigned sigh. “It’s remarkable what a ‘please’ at the end of such an inquiry can do.”

            His face went hard as he told him, “I will not beg.”

            “Saying please as part of a question isn’t begging and to think otherwise is preposterous.” He sat across from him. “You’re going to have to learn that some witches don’t like ultimatums, detest jewelry, and think silks as inefficient for daily wear as the Ministry of Magic.”

            “Impractical as the…”

            “Her words, not mine. But you must admit she was correct. They aren’t terribly efficient, are they?”

            “Bureaucracy,” he grunted. “Nicely?”

            “Yes.” He stood up and added, “I recommend practicing with someone other than me first. Perhaps a person that knows what a pleasant inquiry is, seeing as you have no knowledge of just what ‘nice’ sounds like.”

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            “Who is that man in the library and what have you done with my father?” Draco demanded of both Hermione and Severus who were at meal.

            Looking to each other puzzled before Severus inquired, “What do you mean? I haven’t seen him since just after breakfast.”

            “He was being his usual self last I saw him,” Hermione murmured, leg stretching out so that her toe could trace up Severus’s leg. She quickly found out that she was too short for this to work. An idea came to mind as she said, “Your father has been shut up in the library most of the day.”

            “What did you say to him?” Draco asked Severus. “He’s being nice to the house elves.”

            “Stop everything!” Hermione said dramatically. “Lucius Malfoy is being nice to house elves?” She looked to Severus. “Isn’t that one of the signs of the apocalypse?”

            Severus snorted with laughter, but soon found himself facing a stony faced Draco who wasn’t seeing the humor in it at all. Severus was about to say something when he felt a foot—but not just any foot—going up his leg under his pants and caressing his calf. He flashed a look over at Hermione, who was still eating. She was more than likely sending off a phantom to do her dirty work. Minx, he thought, as he looked back over to Draco.

            “He’s fine,” he told him. “I told him that he needed to learn to ask something politely. I even went so far as to tell him that he needed to practice. Never once did I say a thing about doing so with house elves.”

            “Who did you intend for him to practice with then?” Hermione asked.

            “Just as long as it wasn’t me, I didn’t care whom he practiced with,” he answered just as the phantom foot reached… “Miss Granger, stop it. We have company. And unless you don’t care if we have an audience while I ravish you on this table, it would do you well to stop.”

            Hermione smiled impishly as she said, “If you insist.”

            “You give me ideas, witch,” he said, looking into her eyes intensely. “Perhaps once we can have some privacy...”

            “Go away, Draco,” she told him, as she got up and walked around the table to Severus’s side of it. “Now.”

            “My father…”

            Sighing she looked over to the young blond wizard and said, “Why don’t you go over there and speak to the man himself. He knows more about what’s going through his head than we do.”

            “Perhaps I want to stay and watch?”

            “And perhaps I know a spell that will keep you from being able to have an erection for a year?” she drawled, pulling out her wand. “With me, you never know.”

            Draco ran from the small family dining room in horror, making both of them laugh.

            “Do you know a spell like that?” Severus asked as she kissed a sensitive part of his neck.

            “Actually it’s for a year and a day,” she told him, unbuttoning his many layers instantly with her wand. She put it back away, adding, “There’s just something about that one extra day that makes it even more scary for the recipient than just a year.” She reached his small taunt nipple and licked it just so. “Or at least that was the impression I got when I hit Viktor with it.”

            “Seductress,” he hissed, just as her teeth nipped the same nipple that she had just lapped at. “Let’s go to the room. I’ll let you tie me up again.”

            “And here I was going to suggest that you tie me up…”

            She had gotten no further than that before he stood up, lifted her in an over the shoulder fireman’s lift and was walking her over to his room. Her joy filled laughter rang throughout the house, making the dour potions master smile to himself. It was a good day.

TBC...

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Another chapter up and running! Thanks to everyone for your outstanding reviews. I've been eating them up like candy!

Time for Famous Last Words: Movie Edition! The answer to the last quote was "The Fifth Element", it was Korben Dallas's Mother (Korben Dallas played by Bruce Willis/his mother, who was uncredited, voiced by Jill Mullan) and was directed by Luc Besson. A huge round of applause as well as a tray of fictional truffles go out to Kaida, who not only knew all the answers, but who was the voiceover artist as well!!! Cookies and milk go out to goldhorse, genesismom, and Dawn who knew the movie, director, and that it was Korben's Mom. Iced coffee drinks go out to Susan, Hardygirl1133, SaphirePhoenix, TheCrystalQuill, lukymiko, and ohm who knew the movie and who's mom it was. And homemade fudge goes out to witchweaver and Sailor_Sol who knew what movie it came from. If I missed you, I'm sorry.

Time for the next quote! "Well, goodbye virgin alarm." Clues! Okay this was a sci-fi comedy making fun of everything under the stars directed by a famous comic that made an interview with a fictional 1000 year old man famous. When interviewed about this movie he stated that he knew nothing about space or sci-fi. "The only thing I know about space is the Ford Galaxy." There you go! And may the Schwartz be with you!
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