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Potions and Puppets	By : MariaTeresaQuintanar Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 2906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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  “You want me to what?” Hermione asked, looking at Draco as if he lost his mind.
            The blond aristocrat rolled his eyes, as he said drolly, “You’ve been many things, Granger. Hard of hearing has never been one of them.”
            Now glaring at him, the witch stood up from behind her desk and snapped, “Well pardon the ever loving shit out of me, Malfoy, for wondering what the hell you’d ever want in looking for a dead man.”
            “My uncle Severus isn’t dead,” he snapped. “I told you that…”
            “And I told you that anyone that bled as much as was found in the Shrieking Shack is bound to be dead,” she cut him off. Taking a deep breath to calm down, Hermione said in a far gentler voice. “We saw him, Draco. Harry, Ron, and I. When we got the memories from him. I did what I could before I left and even then it wasn’t much.”
            He pulled out a copy of the Prophet and handed it over to her, pointing to the article. “Read.”
            She took the paper from him and read what he pointed to. A mystery potions master delivered fifty new potions in the past five months—including new versions of dreamless sleep, blood replenisher, and wolvesbane. They were all tested and were found to be of the highest quality. Worrying her lower lip, she looked over to Draco who was watching her pensively.
            “This doesn’t mean that it’s him,” she whispered.
            “It doesn’t mean that it isn’t,” he replied. “I know as well as you do that there are at least five other potion masters in the world that may very well come close to being as proficient as Snape, but even so they are no where near good enough to come up with a new version of wolvesbane.”
            She nodded, as she went back over to her chair. Leaning back, she asked, “Why are you looking for him?”
            “He’s the only real family I have left other than my father,” he explained.
            “So your father isn’t looking for him as well?”
            He snorted. “He’s been too preoccupied with whatever has him preoccupied these days since the Dementor’s kiss failed.”
            Pursing her lips, she muttered, “Let me see what I can find out and I’ll let you know.”
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            He heard the door slamming and knew from the get go that she was going to be in a foul mood. Leaning back in the thrown like chair he waited for her to get to him.
            She stopped in the doorway and glared at him. “Once—just once—I wish you’d choose the easy way.” She went over to him and handed him the article that Draco had given her.
            He read it over. “Hmm, what of it?”
            “Draco wants me to look for his ‘Uncle Severus’ because and I quote, He’s the only family I have other than my father, end quote.”
            He hummed, “Really? I never knew him to be so sentimental.”
            “That makes two of us, but you never know how war can change a person. Look what happened to Harry and Ron,” she murmured, thinking about how at the ceremony awarding them the Orders of Merlin they came out of the closet. Poor Ginny fainted and her mother looked like she was going to cast the killing curse before Arthur took the wand from his distraught wife. True, they’ve all come to terms since then, but it had been a big blow to them all—including Hermione.
            “Still upset that you’ll not be breeding Weasleys, my dear?” he asked dryly.
            Crossing her arms over her chest, she muttered, “No, you ass, I’m not. I was only pointing out how people change.”
            “Do I have to kiss you again to make you feel better?” he asked teasingly, as he stood up.
            “Why must you insist on being a pain in the ass?” she inquired. “I told you that if you improved the Wolvesbane potion that someone would take note of it.”
            “Yes, that you did, my precious,” he purred, as he came around her and pushed aside her hair.
            “It’s just our luck that it’s Draco! And he knew that the wolvesbane was a significant…” She let out a low moan as his teeth nipped at the column of her throat.
            “I couldn’t help myself,” he breathed against her skin. “I got bored. Who knew a life of idle wealth was so mundane?”
            “Severus, you can’t be doing that!” She spun to face him. “Lucius Malfoy came close to bombing out at potions. You’re the only one that saved him from such. If it comes out that, miracle of all miracles, that he can now brew a simple calming draft, never mind the wolvesbane, there are going to be investigations we can’t afford to happen!”
            “Hush, my sweet,” he cooed, leaning down and kissing her lips lightly. “I’ll take care of it.”
            “That’s what you said last time and here you are trapped in Lucius,” she murmured, looping her arms around his neck. “Take me to bed already.”
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            Severus Snape had worked hard to remain among the living and living in a style he had quickly grown accustomed to. He had a title, prestige, and money. He even got the witch this time. Looking over to Hermione in a sated sleep, he thought about everything that had to be done to get this far. Talk his future lover into trapping his soul, had her set it up so that he now occupied the newly Kissed body of Lucius Malfoy, convince the wizarding world at large that the Dementor’s Kiss failed and wouldn’t work…
            He took a sip of his fire whiskey. Merlin, even thinking about it made him tired. And to think, that wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg! What would have been an ugly grin on what was once his face was beautiful on Lucius Malfoy’s one time visage—beautiful and cruel.
            It had been so easy—painfully so now that he thought of it—to brain wash Potter and Weasley into not just thinking they were gay and in love with each other, but to know it for a fact. He wasn’t going to lose Hermione to Potter or that brain dead idiot Weasley.
            But for all his planning, Severus had never put much thought in how to deal with Draco. He would have to now, he reasoned. He couldn’t have him ask questions or making inquiries after the “dead” potions master, now could he? He pulled out the wand from the cane, looking at the dark wood that now occupied Lucius Malfoy’s wand handle. Looking at the firelight glinting off of the polished ebony of at what was still his pride and joy, he thought of a whole myriad of ways to deal with the legitimate Malfoy heir.
            After all, he didn’t want his own little cuckoos to have to do the work for him, now did he?
The end
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