#7 ~ The Ghost and Lady Snape
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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32
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20,768
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Replenishing the Greatest Weapon
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR (except Marcus Delaluci). All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 10 ~ Replenishing the Greatest Weapon
It was decided that the battle against Alistar would take place in three days time. It would take over twenty-four hours for Severus to brew the potion that would separate their spirits from their bodies for six hours, and he would begin it tomorrow. Dumbledore bid the three goodnight and returned to his office. Hermione also excused herself and returned to Severus’ study. This left the two wizards alone in the spells lab. They walked slowly through the Potions lab, Marcus leading the way.
Suddenly, Marcus turned to Severus. He looked at the Potions Master thoughtfully and said, “Snape, you need to give your wife the hard, high one tonight, and give it to her good.
“What?” Severus said, outraged. He didn’t like Marcus even thinking about Hermione having sex, even with him. Even though Marcus had all but said she was no longer a target for him, Severus retained some residual doubt. “Listen, Marcus…if we weren’t forced into this situation together I’d…”
Marcus held up his hands.
“Wait Snape. I’m being serious here. That spirit took something from your wife while it was doing whatever it did to her,” Marcus said sincerely, “she’s weak. I can see it for myself. I know you see it too.”
Severus stopped his tirade, and looked at the blonde wizard. Yes, he did see it.
Marcus continued, Severus now willing to hear him out.
“The only weapon that you have against this thing is your love and your connection. Right now, that thing’s power has a hold on her. She’s fearful and it feeds off her fear. You’ve got to establish a connection with her and replenish her, give her your strength and let her feel your love. Wash the touch of that thing off of her, so when we go into that plane, she will be more yours than his. Plus, it will serve as some protection tonight…that afterglow thing ought to protect the both of you. Leftover love. Whatever. Either way, Snape…if you don’t do your wife, replace what that thing stole, get her energy back up to snuff, I guarantee that thing’s gonna do you both. Then I’ll be fucked too. I know she’s probably not in the best frame of mind for it, but trust me. This is almost like deatheater rape but it’s spiritual. You need to get into her mind, body and soul and make her remember how much she loves you and you love her. Only way you’re going to do that is do her like your life depends on it, cause it does.”
The Potions Master looked thoughtful, but said nothing.
Now finished with his little lecture on Severus’ need to fuck Hermione tonight, Marcus walked through the Potions office and opened the door leading to the dungeon hallway. He peeped out up and down the hall, waiting to see if his eyes telescoped. They didn’t. Still he hesitated at the door.
Severus watched him, and wondered at his hesitation. He thought a moment. Of course. Marcus had to traverse the castle alone to get back to his rooms. Alistar could be waiting to ambush him. Pulling out his wand, Severus cleared his throat. Marcus turned to look at him.
“Marcus, use my floo. It’s quicker,” he said, igniting the fireplace with his wand and indicating the box of floo powder on the mantle.
Marcus looked at the Potions Master for a moment, then silently walked over to the mantle, picked up a handful of floo powder, tossed it into the flames and stepped through. He didn’t say good-bye or thanks. Severus wasn’t surprised or insulted. He pulled the open office door closed.
Severus warded the door with several powerful wards. He did the same to his study door, and, thinking what Marcus had said about Hermione, he added a silencing charm. He walked to the bedroom. Hermione was sitting on the side of their bed, hugging herself and looking like a lost child. She looked frightened and alone. Too much like a victim, and he needed her strong for both of them. He studied her closer.
Yes, she looked like something was missing from her. The light that was normally in her eyes was dulled and she was very pale, almost as pale as he was. Her fear was almost palpable, and if he could feel it, he knew that the ghost would. She might even draw it back tonight. What Marcus said made sense. They had to make love, and strengthen each other. Pretty furious love at that. The kind where he took her mind away so she was only filled with her love for him..,take away the horrible act that happened to her earlier. He wasn’t sure if he could do it, but he had to try. If they entered that plane and she was full of fear of Alistar, then the spirit would be that much stronger. He would make love to her, gently at first…but he had to possess her totally, or eventually, the ghost would. He had to awaken her darker needs without making her feel more violated. This was going to be tricky business.
Hermione looked up at him, her eyes wide like a child’s. His heart went out to her.
“Severus, what’s wrong? Why are you standing there like that?” she asked him softly.
Severus walked over to the bed and sat down next to his wife, placing his arm around her shoulder. She was trembling.
“You’re afraid, aren’t you Hermione? Afraid he’ll come back for you tonight, and I won’t be able to stop him,” he said softly.
Hermione hesitated. She didn’t want her husband to think she didn’t have faith in his ability to protect her, but Severus had voiced her fear exactly. She nodded.
He pulled her closer. “We can stop him, Hermione. Make it so he won’t be able to touch either one of us tonight.”
Hermione looked up at him, hope in her eyes for the first time that day.
“How?” she asked him, “How can we protect ourselves from something full of so much hate?”
“With our love,” said Severus, “let me make love to you, Hermione, so you only know me and my passion for you. You know the kind of lovemaking I’m talking about. I need to possess you, mind, body and soul, so he can’t. Our love is our weapon. He won’t be able to reach us. The afterglow will protect us when we sleep,” he looked at her gently and kissed her forehead, “I need to give back what he took from you today, my love. I’ll give you my strength, my fire. You’ll be able to face him when the time comes.”
Hermione looked at her husband. She could still feel the coldness inside her from the attack. She had showered and showered and could still feel the dirtiness of the spirit on her body. And she was so afraid. Severus had done his best to protect her and still the creature had continued to maul her as if he wasn’t there…but when Severus almost died, her love had made the monster flee. Love really was the way to beat it. She had to trust Severus.
“All right, Severus,” she said in a little voice, “Help me. Make love to me. Make me forget him and know only you, my love.”
Severus kissed her forehead again, rose from the bed and offered his wife his hand. She took it, and he helped her to her feet.
Slowly, he began to undress her.
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A/N: :All right. I’ve worked a lemon in for next chapter. :::bowing to imagined applause::: Actually it really does make sense to have them build up their love and passion for each other if they have to count on their love as protection and a weapon. But Marcus has no tact. Lol Please review.
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Chapter 10 ~ Replenishing the Greatest Weapon
It was decided that the battle against Alistar would take place in three days time. It would take over twenty-four hours for Severus to brew the potion that would separate their spirits from their bodies for six hours, and he would begin it tomorrow. Dumbledore bid the three goodnight and returned to his office. Hermione also excused herself and returned to Severus’ study. This left the two wizards alone in the spells lab. They walked slowly through the Potions lab, Marcus leading the way.
Suddenly, Marcus turned to Severus. He looked at the Potions Master thoughtfully and said, “Snape, you need to give your wife the hard, high one tonight, and give it to her good.
“What?” Severus said, outraged. He didn’t like Marcus even thinking about Hermione having sex, even with him. Even though Marcus had all but said she was no longer a target for him, Severus retained some residual doubt. “Listen, Marcus…if we weren’t forced into this situation together I’d…”
Marcus held up his hands.
“Wait Snape. I’m being serious here. That spirit took something from your wife while it was doing whatever it did to her,” Marcus said sincerely, “she’s weak. I can see it for myself. I know you see it too.”
Severus stopped his tirade, and looked at the blonde wizard. Yes, he did see it.
Marcus continued, Severus now willing to hear him out.
“The only weapon that you have against this thing is your love and your connection. Right now, that thing’s power has a hold on her. She’s fearful and it feeds off her fear. You’ve got to establish a connection with her and replenish her, give her your strength and let her feel your love. Wash the touch of that thing off of her, so when we go into that plane, she will be more yours than his. Plus, it will serve as some protection tonight…that afterglow thing ought to protect the both of you. Leftover love. Whatever. Either way, Snape…if you don’t do your wife, replace what that thing stole, get her energy back up to snuff, I guarantee that thing’s gonna do you both. Then I’ll be fucked too. I know she’s probably not in the best frame of mind for it, but trust me. This is almost like deatheater rape but it’s spiritual. You need to get into her mind, body and soul and make her remember how much she loves you and you love her. Only way you’re going to do that is do her like your life depends on it, cause it does.”
The Potions Master looked thoughtful, but said nothing.
Now finished with his little lecture on Severus’ need to fuck Hermione tonight, Marcus walked through the Potions office and opened the door leading to the dungeon hallway. He peeped out up and down the hall, waiting to see if his eyes telescoped. They didn’t. Still he hesitated at the door.
Severus watched him, and wondered at his hesitation. He thought a moment. Of course. Marcus had to traverse the castle alone to get back to his rooms. Alistar could be waiting to ambush him. Pulling out his wand, Severus cleared his throat. Marcus turned to look at him.
“Marcus, use my floo. It’s quicker,” he said, igniting the fireplace with his wand and indicating the box of floo powder on the mantle.
Marcus looked at the Potions Master for a moment, then silently walked over to the mantle, picked up a handful of floo powder, tossed it into the flames and stepped through. He didn’t say good-bye or thanks. Severus wasn’t surprised or insulted. He pulled the open office door closed.
Severus warded the door with several powerful wards. He did the same to his study door, and, thinking what Marcus had said about Hermione, he added a silencing charm. He walked to the bedroom. Hermione was sitting on the side of their bed, hugging herself and looking like a lost child. She looked frightened and alone. Too much like a victim, and he needed her strong for both of them. He studied her closer.
Yes, she looked like something was missing from her. The light that was normally in her eyes was dulled and she was very pale, almost as pale as he was. Her fear was almost palpable, and if he could feel it, he knew that the ghost would. She might even draw it back tonight. What Marcus said made sense. They had to make love, and strengthen each other. Pretty furious love at that. The kind where he took her mind away so she was only filled with her love for him..,take away the horrible act that happened to her earlier. He wasn’t sure if he could do it, but he had to try. If they entered that plane and she was full of fear of Alistar, then the spirit would be that much stronger. He would make love to her, gently at first…but he had to possess her totally, or eventually, the ghost would. He had to awaken her darker needs without making her feel more violated. This was going to be tricky business.
Hermione looked up at him, her eyes wide like a child’s. His heart went out to her.
“Severus, what’s wrong? Why are you standing there like that?” she asked him softly.
Severus walked over to the bed and sat down next to his wife, placing his arm around her shoulder. She was trembling.
“You’re afraid, aren’t you Hermione? Afraid he’ll come back for you tonight, and I won’t be able to stop him,” he said softly.
Hermione hesitated. She didn’t want her husband to think she didn’t have faith in his ability to protect her, but Severus had voiced her fear exactly. She nodded.
He pulled her closer. “We can stop him, Hermione. Make it so he won’t be able to touch either one of us tonight.”
Hermione looked up at him, hope in her eyes for the first time that day.
“How?” she asked him, “How can we protect ourselves from something full of so much hate?”
“With our love,” said Severus, “let me make love to you, Hermione, so you only know me and my passion for you. You know the kind of lovemaking I’m talking about. I need to possess you, mind, body and soul, so he can’t. Our love is our weapon. He won’t be able to reach us. The afterglow will protect us when we sleep,” he looked at her gently and kissed her forehead, “I need to give back what he took from you today, my love. I’ll give you my strength, my fire. You’ll be able to face him when the time comes.”
Hermione looked at her husband. She could still feel the coldness inside her from the attack. She had showered and showered and could still feel the dirtiness of the spirit on her body. And she was so afraid. Severus had done his best to protect her and still the creature had continued to maul her as if he wasn’t there…but when Severus almost died, her love had made the monster flee. Love really was the way to beat it. She had to trust Severus.
“All right, Severus,” she said in a little voice, “Help me. Make love to me. Make me forget him and know only you, my love.”
Severus kissed her forehead again, rose from the bed and offered his wife his hand. She took it, and he helped her to her feet.
Slowly, he began to undress her.
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A/N: :All right. I’ve worked a lemon in for next chapter. :::bowing to imagined applause::: Actually it really does make sense to have them build up their love and passion for each other if they have to count on their love as protection and a weapon. But Marcus has no tact. Lol Please review.