Experience

ccrawley: Sorry, Ron is all sorted out as for Snape... well... I hope you enjoy the update.



jcm: I hope that this continues to reel you in.



angel: Yes, Ron is an idiot, as for Harry; well I think he’ll mature as the seventh book progresses.



universal randomness: Alka-Seltzer, that fizzy powdery drink to settle a stomach after too many rich stuff, it was my sarcastic way to say that I needed to relax after all that excitement.



BuffyXO: Chang is my least favourite character in the series, and I have tried reading Harry and Ginny with other people but I just can’t. I lose interest in the story and I don’t want to know what goes on; so I am sorry you’ll only get Harry/Ginny from me. I write other dangerous pairings so allow me this couple as a safety net. Arthur won’t mind the tryst because I think he can let go. I had a friendship that ended for no reason at all as far as I know. This girl dumped me for a ‘CHANG’. So, that’s another reason... Snape being sleazy, well, that’s how I love him.



Cecilia: Here’s the update. More of your ‘drug!’



Mary: Yep, Hermione is really tempting them, isn’t she...



Firewall: You only get hotness from me...



La Bibliographe: I don’t know how you missed a chapter either. But I hope you won’t miss this one. I agree with Hermione being sneaky, but she’s also got an honest streak to her, which ruins it rather. I think that if she were with a Slytherin then that would dilute the honesty in her. I am glad I am not the only one that likes Harry and Ginny – and thank you for thinking I wrote them beautifully. I want to portray Ginny as how I see her. And that is a vulnerable girl with great power that she’s not sure of. Harry would help her I think. Lucius is a goner. Nope, this is in Book 7 time as you’ll find out in this chapter, as for Hanky-Panky, well that’ll come soon I promise you... Ron is an idiot isn’t he? Snape and Umbridge? What are you kidding me?



ShilohDarke: Sorry to hear that you’ve been having a hard time to write. I know exactly how frustrating it is not to be able to get ideas down. I generally use that time to get some of my stories planned out as best I can, not that I always stick with them... the last two chapters didn’t go at all how I planned them. I hope you like the update. And as soon as you can I’d like Dare to Dance updated please!



Dee Dee: I agree. I think Hermione would go 100% to get what she wants, and she wants Lucius. I feel that Arthur is the type of dad to know when to let go and let them grow up, Molly is a lovely woman but she’s like a mother hen that doesn’t want her chicks to get out of her sight. Well, they don’t know exactly what’s going on yet. Rufus has an inkling but like all good Politicians would rather keep quiet about it than cause a public scandal ala Bill Clinton! Lucius may or may not use his Slytherin side; it all depends on where the muse takes me. As for Snape’s smacked bottom... he did enjoy it. Damn!



lisa: I am not about to injure Ginny, one of my favourite HP women. You seriously hope for a lil Sev action... well, read on and find out. And yes it is a little unfair of Lucius to expect Hermione to stay clear of other men, but he is a Slytherin that is used to getting his own way, and therefore he would come up with something like that, wouldn’t he?



marie_606: Is this fast enough for you? I hope you like it.



Sahira: You’ll love it more when you realise that I was thinking of Shrek when I wrote that line... I hope you enjoy the update.



BuckyKattGirl: As I said, Snape did enjoy it... wonder if I should take his cauldron away...? Anyway, yes, go Hermione indeed.



Annie: Thank you, and I hope you feel the same about this chapter.



MORE LEMONS!



Friday – Continued



Molly was looking at Ginny shaking her head. She was thankful that her daughter decided to break out; but was angry with her for losing her virginity before she got married, even if it was with Harry. Ginny looked at her mother and winced at the fire in her mother’s eyes. She knew from experience with the way Molly reacted to the boys breaking the rules that she was lucky she hadn’t had to de Gnome the garden. Molly clucked her tongue and glanced back at her daughter. The atmosphere had been tense between the two of them all day.



“Mum,” Ginny spoke; finally getting fed up of the silence as thick as a brick wall between the two of them. “I love him.”



“That is as maybe,” Molly said; her back was turned and she was making the finishing touches to a steak and kidney pie. “But that is not the point. You were irresponsible, Ginny.”



“If I stayed there I might have died,” Ginny said. “Aren’t you pleased that I did break the rules?”



Molly sighed. “Yes,” she said finally. “But, Ginny, what if you’re pregnant?”



“Then I’ll have the baby,” Ginny replied. “I’m sure Harry would help. You have seven children.”



“Yes, but at least I was married to a husband with a job and had a roof over my head when I had them,” Molly replied stiffly.



Ginny shook her head and decided to go out for a walk. Molly watched her headstrong daughter walk out of the door. She put the pie in the over and went to the door her daughter had just slammed shut. She opened it to keep a close eye on her only girl. She bumped into something hard and was surprised at who was standing outside her front door.



“Mr Malfoy?” Molly gasped.



“Good afternoon,” Lucius said. “Aren’t we adults now, Molly? Call me Lucius.”



“What are you doing here?” Molly asked.



“I came to visit your daughter,” Lucius said. He turned his head. Ginny had walked to the farthest end of the garden. She was leaning against the garden fence, her hair was being tugged by the soft gentle May breeze. She had noticed the tall blond man from the distance but had no wish to speak to him. She observed her mother talking to him. Ginny turned her back and looked at the fields around them sighing.



“GINNY!” Molly yelled. Lucius winced. Ginny sighed and walked up to her mother and him.



“What is it, Mum?”



“Lucius wants a word with you,” Molly said. Molly stayed with them; she might have accepted his apology but she still didn’t trust him. Especially with his past history concerning her daughter.



“Miss Weasley, I know all about your lucky escape,” Lucius said.



“You’re not going to pass judgement as well are you?” Ginny fumed glancing at her mother.



“Oh no,” Lucius chuckled shaking his head. “I was two years older than Narcissa; I remember that once she and I did the same thing.”



Ginny tried not to get the image of that in her head, but it still managed to creep in and she tried not to puke on him. She did not wish to have a picture of Lucius Malfoy naked before her dinner thank you very much!



“Why are you here?” Ginny asked.



“I came here to invite you to a little soirée I am having tomorrow evening. You can bring any friend you desire.”



Ginny chewed her lip and looked at her mother. She nodded. “All right,” she sighed.



Lucius patted the girl on the head and smirked. Ginny just scowled at him. He chuckled. He turned to Molly.



“Are you well?” he asked her.



“As well as can be expected,” Molly said. “How’s Hermione?”



“A handful,” Lucius replied. “She’s efficient and gets the job done.”



Ginny narrowed her eyes at him. “Why did you invite her to live with you?”



“Have you spoken to your brother recently?” Lucius asked. “Apparently he feels he cannot be around her anymore.”



Ginny’s mouth gaped wide open. “I am sure that a good thwack around the head would do him some good,” she said.



Lucius was just about to leave when Arthur had apparated outside his front gate with Ron and Harry close by. Harry’s eyes lit up when they fell on his lover. She blushed. Harry leapt over the gate and ran to her side and hugged her tightly to him. Oh Gods, he thought. She’s so beautiful when her eyes sparkle like that, and the way the late evening sun is playing on her auburn rich hair. Why didn’t I notice her sooner?



Ron ambled slowly up to the group. Arthur hugged Molly and kissed her on the cheek. Lucius looked away at this sudden domestic bliss wishing not for the last time that he had a wife to come home to.



“Ginny,” Harry murmured. “Oh Gods, Ginny, I am so pleased you accepted my hand last night. You have no idea what a mess the school is. Gryffindor Tower no longer exists,” Molly gasped at that.



“Don’t you think it strange that Hogwarts should have a Death Eater attack the first week of most of the seventh years Work Experience?” Ginny asked.



Lucius narrowed his eyes at the young girl. “I am beginning to think that there is more to this than meets the eye. It isn’t a strange lucky coincidence, Miss Weasley.”



Harry and Ginny turned to Lucius. “What are you doing here?”



“He invited me to a party,” Ginny said. “Don’t worry, Harry, I am not going anywhere without you.”



Ron scowled moodily at the circle. Lucius began to feel the odd one out. “Well, I better go. Hermione might have rearranged my office by now.”



Ginny glared at Lucius. She then noticed that Lucius had a sort of gleam in his eyes as he mentioned the name of her good friend. His eyes and demeanour had changed completely. She was almost gobsmacked. Ginny knew love when she saw it and she was flabbergasted to find it in Lucius Malfoy for her muggleborn friend.



“She might have done,” Harry said. “I wouldn’t put it past her.”



His girlfriend almost staggered back at how Harry was talking to the blond man she thought he hated.



“Well,” Lucius sighed. “I will have to go.”



He smiled at the young couple before he apparated. Hermione was alone in the office dressed like that; and, with the knowledge that Snape was around didn’t make him feel any better. He nodded to Arthur; smiled at Molly, and winked at Harry and Ginny. Ginny blushed under the wink and Harry scowled; he held Ginny closer to him. Lucius shook his head and sighed. Potter would have to learn that a wink doesn’t necessarily mean a pass. Besides Ginny Weasley was not his type; she was too boyish.



He walked up to the gate and opened it and tilted his head to the side at the family group. He sighed. I want children, he thought. I want more than one child.



‘You’re not getting very far with that at the moment, are you?’ his mind sneered. ‘Are you hoping for an immaculate conception?’ his mind continued to sneer. Oh go away! ‘No,’ the naughty part of his mind said. ‘Don’t tell me that you’re worried about whether she’ll judge your performance in bed?’ You think I’m that childish? ‘What are you afraid of then?’ Nothing! ‘Then prove it!’



~*~*~



Hermione watched Lucius leave the office with a sigh. She missed him as soon as he walked out of the door. She was tempted to run out of the door and kiss him but she knew that he probably wouldn’t appreciate that. She felt lonely all of a sudden. She had not felt this bad since she was at Primary School. She was lonely there to, as no one had understood her. She thought back to a particular week before half term of Halloween. The teachers thought it would be a good idea for people to dress up and put on a play about the Legendary Witch of Alvington; it was the village where Hermione grew up. It was a mysterious village set on the edge of the Forest of Dean.



Hermione was cast as the Legendary Witch (so Legendary no one had known her name). There was a particularly spiteful girl at school that had bullied her mercilessly for most of her Primary School education; she always taunted Hermione for having these strange powers, and she even put forth the rumour that Hermione was related to the Legendary Witch. Hermione was dressed up as the Witch in robes that even a Weasley wouldn’t wear and performed the play with the rest of the children in her year on the Friday before the holiday started, and the spiteful girl was playing a pretty villager that had somehow been uglyfied by the legendary Witch.



The girl, Priscilla, was a bitch. Hermione had played the part to perfection and it was getting up to the bit where the ‘uglyfied’ villager had the privilege of burning the Witches feet. What no one knew was that Priscilla had struck a real match onto Hermione’s feet instead of a pretend one. The teachers didn’t know until they realised that Hermione’s screams were real. They managed to put the fire out in time but Hermione’s toes were permanently damaged because of it. Her mother was so angry with the school that she took Hermione out of it and gave up her job for a while to teach her at home.



Hermione hadn’t had any desire to go to any school until she had received the letter to go to Hogwarts. She had not told anyone of that little incident. She was tempted to yell it out at Snape in the Shrieking Shack when he had told her sharply that she didn’t know what he was talking about. But then she was in enough trouble as it was; he had even threatened to suspend her.



“Snape,” she breathed out loud.



“Here,” a smooth silky voice said from the shadows.



“I didn’t call you,” she said stiffly.



“But you were thinking about me,” he said.



“Not in that way, I wasn’t.”



Snape had walked up to her and placed his hands on her shoulders and started to rub her tense muscles. He was so good at this. The way that his fingers and thumbs eased the knots in her shoulder blades made her feel wonderful.



“You soon will be,” he murmured in her ear.



“I can’t do this, Snape.”



“Oh, come on, Hermione, I think we’re mature enough to call each other by our first names, don’t you?”



“Severus,” Hermione said.



“What were you thinking?” Severus asked her.



“I was thinking of a time at my last school,” Hermione said.



“When you were almost burnt alive by that girl?” Snape asked.



Hermione spun around. “You knew?”



“Of course,” he said. “I found out during your fourth year at Hogwarts. It made me eat my words to some effect.”



“How did you know?” Hermione asked.



“I read your notes,” he said. “Nothing much is hidden in the Wizarding World, you know. There have always been Wizards and Witches watching you. I was teaching that day - unfortunately. I wanted to keep an eye on you then, but I couldn’t. You see, Hermione, when the name of a child of a Muggleborn ends up on the list in the Ministry that child ends up having Wizards and Witches keeping tabs on them.”



“Well, I never saw any of them,” Hermione mumbled.



“They were there, although, everyone was clambering to look out for Potter,” he said distastefully. “They did have to look out for the other less famous ones as well. I looked at you once or twice. I thought that you and I would actually have a lot in common.”



“Why did you treat me like dirt then?” Hermione asked.



“I had no choice,” Severus said. “But there were times when I felt disgusted at myself for having to treat you like dirt.”



“It was you, wasn’t it?” Hermione asked.



“What was me?” Snape said. His fingers had begun to slip off her shoulders. She felt his hands push aside her hair so that he could get a good view of her elegant neck.



“It was you that helped me around Diagon Alley on my first trip there, wasn’t it?” Hermione whispered. His breath was a gentle breeze; she closed her eyes and thought of a wooded glade; with bluebells covering the floor.



“It was,” he said. “It was indeed. I had a glamour on.”



He began pecking her skin with his lips. She moaned as his lips touched the sensitive flesh underneath her earlobe. He wrapped his arms around her body and she laid her head back on his chest exposing her throat. One of his hands crept up her chest; his long fingers stroked her throat.



“Please,” she whispered. “Please leave me alone.”



“What do you want to do, Hermione?” he said. His gaze slid down towards her chest. “Do not deprive me of you, Hermione. I don’t want to see you hurt. You must understand that.”



His eyes swallowed in her breasts as her breathing became fast. He let her go and walked around to face her. She looked at him with that same wide-eyed expression that endeared her to him. She was unspeakably beautiful. He picked up her hand and she stood up. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her the way he did in the office but slightly harsher. Hermione’s heart was racing. Severus hands were wondering down to her bottom and he pushed her close to his body.



“Wow!” Hermione breathed almost leaping back. “Um, is that me that has caused that?”



She glanced furtively at the sight of his trousers that looked decidedly tight around his groin. She gulped as her eyes looked into his.



“Yes, Hermione, that is all you. And it could belong to you, and you alone.”



He led her to the sofa. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap. He began to unhook her corset. He couldn’t wait to see what deliciousness was in store for him. She found herself unbuttoning his waistcoat. He sighed when he felt her nimble, slight touch against his skin.



He stroked her thigh and lifted her skirts over her waist and laid her down on her back. He smirked when he noticed the stockings. He snapped the elastic of the stockings against her thigh. She whimpered.



“I shouldn’t be doing this,” Hermione muttered.



“Should you have stolen from me, Hermione? Should you have been in the Shrieking Shack that night? Should you have been at the Ministry in your fifth year? The answer to all those questions are: no, so don’t use that excuse to wriggle out of it now. It’s not fair to arouse a man only to deny him at the last minute.”



Hermione lowered her eyes. During his little lecture she noticed that he had let his trousers fall down his legs. She felt his naked penis against her thighs. He hooked his fingers around the elastic of her knickers and he tugged them down. He smelt her arousal and growled. His hands wondered up her waist and he let the sleeves of her dress slip down her arms. He smiled as her breasts were revealed to be erect and waiting to be teased and touched.



Hermione nodded. He leant down and took a nipple into his hot mouth. Hermione arched herself into his mouth. Severus other hand was massaging her other breast. She shifted her position and her legs crept up his. Severus hissed at the feel of the leather against his naked legs.



“I didn’t think that you were into kink,” Severus moaned against her breast.



Hermione stroked Severus hair trying so hard not to claw him. Severus smiled. He stopped kissing her breast and looked into her dilated eyes. He had seduced her enough. He entered into her with one smooth thrust causing her to moan loudly.



Severus grunted as he thrust harder into her body. Hermione almost screamed. “Severus,” she panted.



“Like that do you?” Severus said. Hermione nodded. He thrust deep into her again. Hermione couldn’t help but meet him thrust for thrust. He noticed that they had already found their rhythm. He grinned like the Cheshire Cat in Alice In Wonderland. He pushed into her again; Hermione felt her vagina clench tightly around his large member.



“Severus,” she groaned. He smirked as he captured her lips with his, kissing her hungrily and passionately continuing to grind his hips against hers as she arched and moved up to meet him. He was almost there when the door burst open and a very angry Lucius strode in.



“What is going on here?” he asked in a low dangerous voice. He averted his eyes from Severus who slid out of her and stood up. He bent down and pulled his trousers back on.



“Just a bit of fun, Lucius,” Snape said in a jovial devil-may-care tone. “I couldn’t very well stand by and not let a beautiful woman like her be untouched.”



“As I said, Snape, I have had my fill of you! I am going to arrest you.”



“On what grounds?” Snape asked cocking his head to one side with an impish grin spreading along his face.



“What do you mean ‘on what grounds?’ You murdered Professor Dumbledore, and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if you had something to do with that attack at Hogwarts.”



Hermione had got up and righted herself. She couldn’t take much more; her nerves were almost torn to shreds, and her emotions were bouncing up and down like a yo-yo on speed!



“I knew about it, but I could do nothing to prevent it, Lucius.”



“Why this week when the man that HE is after is not there?” Lucius asked pointing his wand at Severus.



“Ah!” Severus replied rubbing his hands. “Well, you see I may have had something to do with that to.”



Lucius raised his wand and stepped closer towards Severus. The tip of his wand was pressing against Snape’s jugular.



“Explain?” he hissed. Hermione looked between the two men. Something dawned on her. They were NEVER friends! Lucius hated Snape for some reason other than the fact that he had swapped sides.



“Well,” Severus said as urbanely as he could. “I think that when I was working at the school last year I finally voted on this idea. It was my vote that tipped the balance. When I heard about the planned attack on Hogwarts I then put in an anonymous motion to make sure that the Work Experience be this fortnight. I had a few reasons of my own to get Potter out of harms way I assure you. But he was not my main concern; you see,” he sighed turning his eyes towards Hermione, “she was. I wanted her out of danger.”



Lucius turned towards Hermione. Her hair was wild and her eyes were sparkling. Lucius looked at the raven-haired man.



“How long have you been in love with her?” Lucius asked. The sentence left a tangy aftertaste in his mouth and he felt like spitting at the man he held at wand point.



“For at least seven months,” Severus said. “Possibly more. I realised I had feelings for her a month or so after I murdered Dumbledore.”



“An action that caused the death of my wife and son!” Lucius snarled. He jabbed the wand deep into Snape’s jugular.



Hermione was shaking; the heat was beginning to get to her. She wanted to open a window but she couldn’t. Her mouth felt dry.



“Is it my fault that your son didn’t accept Dumbledore’s offer of protection?” Snape spat. “I tried my best to get the plan out of him but, oh no, Bitch Lestrange had to teach your son that I was not to be trusted. If she hadn’t got her talons into him then possibly I might have succeeded and your wife and son would still be alive today and I could have made Hermione my wife!”



Snape was almost yelling by the end of this little speech. Lucius looked at Hermione. She offered a very weak smile. Was it his imagination or was she swaying slightly?



“Oh, don’t lay the blame on me, Severus.”



“As for murdering Professor Dumbledore, Lucius, I would never have had to if your wife hadn’t come hammering at my door begging me to help her save her son from a fate worse than death. I tried so hard to help them the best I could; but guess who ratted on me?”



“Wormtail,” Hermione said faintly. Both men turned to look at her and both showed concern; Hermione felt the power emanate from both of them. She smiled wanly.



“Right, Wormtail, told HIM exactly what had transpired between your wife, son and me. If he had kept his mouth shut then they would still be alive. I have only done my best, Lucius. I didn’t want Narcissa or Draco to die... believe it or not I actually cared for them like they were my family.”



Lucius looked deeply into Severus eyes. “That doesn’t explain why you have been staying at my Mansion for two months.”



“I needed somewhere to stay after Dolohov and McNair made my family home into a pile of ash. Besides, I thought that if I stayed in the West Wing and didn’t wander around too much you might not have minded; for old time’s sake if nothing else.”



“You’re wrong, Snape, I do mind.”



“Then when I saw Hermione walk in the Mansion with bags I was pleasantly surprised. She’s beautiful, isn’t she? I heard her say that she’ll stay in the West Wing but you wouldn’t let her. I was not very happy at that.”



“You’re scum, Snape,” Lucius growled.



Hermione wanted to stop them. She had never felt so much pent up energy around her before. She was rocking back and forth on the sofa. Her hands were gripping the edge of the seat in an effort to steady herself. I need air! I need air! she kept thinking.



“You can’t arrest me for being in love with the same Witch that you are, Lucius, some might call that petty.”



“You’re skating on very thin ice.”



“Really,” Snape said. His mouth twisted at the corners in his usual sneer. “You have only just noticed how wonderful Hermione is, Lucius. I’ve known it for a long time. We have a lot in common, Hermione and I. And I will make her Mrs Snape yet.”



“What have you got to offer her that I haven’t?” Lucius sneered.



Severus looked at Hermione once more and she felt the heat of his gaze on her flesh. She looked up and he sighed:



“Only my heart.”



Hermione looked down; the rocking was speeding up and she found her hands getting sweaty as they held onto the edge of the sofa. They were slipping off the leather.



“I can offer her that and so much more, Severus,” Lucius hissed.



“May the best Wizard win, Lucius.”



“I plan to,” Lucius said coldly.



Hermione wanted to leap up into the air and shout at both of them to stop acting like siblings with a new toy that they had been told to share when there was a strange fuzzy sound in her ears like a dull thunderstorm. Her ears popped and she heard a sharp ringing sound. Her mouth was getting drier by the minute and she was gasping; gasping for air. Her senses were becoming befuddled as she felt darkened clouds wrap around her and she fell to the floor and remembered nothing more.



~*~*~



Lucius was sitting in his Library. The gauntlet had been thrown and now he knew that he had a definite rival for Hermione. A rival that he knew Hermione already held a deep respect for. He looked into the fireplace and sighed. He could handle Blaise Zabini as a rival. He was just a boy; he felt a little awful about the little white lie he had told Hermione. Mrs Zabini didn’t want Hermione near her son whilst he was undergoing the operation but she had not completely banned Hermione from Blaise’s company. Lucius did not want her to be near anyone; but there was no going back with that one.



Severus walked into the Library. He looked at the tall blond who had always had everything. He was extremely jealous of Lucius; and he wanted to see him suffer a little. Lucius had never had to truly fight for anything in his life. It was a nice change to see Lucius like this. Snape was used to fighting. His father died when he was a mere toddler of three; he had to live with his mother’s father: Grandfather Prince. Grandfather Prince used to beat his mother up for tainting the blood. He, Severus, was ignored and generally considered a nuisance.



If that wasn’t bad enough the Marauders bullied him every day for seven years; and he had no one save Lily standing up for him. He lost that privilege when he called her a Mudblood. Something that he regretted instantly; no amount of apologies brought her back to his side. He had tried as hard as he could to help her though. When he heard that the Potters were part of the prophecy he had done all he could to help them. He wept for days when Lily had died. He knew it was necessary but he still couldn’t help hating the boy.



Now – now he had to fight for Hermione. He didn’t mind. In truth he began to think of it as a game. He would not have had as much fun if he didn’t have any rivals. He would have probably not had as much satisfaction every time he touched her and she spoke his name.



She was lying in bed looking like an angel: pale and sleeping. Gloop had undressed her and made her comfortable. Severus had ordered that she get a cold compress. He had just checked her temperature and pulse and made sure she was all right.



“If anything’s wrong with her I lay the blame entirely with you, Severus.”



“Get over yourself, Lucius, I’ve seen her survive stronger adversaries than this.”



“Why can’t you just leave her alone?”



“Why can’t you?”



Lucius sucked his breath over his teeth. He regarded his rival with cool indifference. “I don’t want you near her.”



“I could say the same,” Severus replied. “You have at least had a wife and child; I haven’t. I would like to, but very few Witches come along that meet my standards. Hermione is one such Witch... and she took almost twenty years to enter into my life.”



Lucius got up off his seat and strode up to the raven-haired man. “What makes you so confident?”



“She knows me, and she trusts me. She’s wary of you, however, and I can tell she’s fed up of the fact that you seem to have taken over her life. My experience with Gryffindorian women has told me that you don’t fight their fights for them.”

Lucius narrowed his eyes. “Hmm, that’s as maybe but Slytherin men are used to fighting the battles for their women.”



Severus looked at Lucius. His dark obsidian eyes glinting with knowledge, and his lips curled into a sneer.



“I’d say then that I’ve won,” Severus said with absolute confidence. “I’ve made only one big mistake with a Gryffindor woman, a mistake I am not about to make again.”



Severus oozed out of the room leaving Lucius fuming with indignation.



~*~*~



Harry and Ginny were sitting on his bed their hands entwined so tightly together they couldn’t tell whose fingers belonged to whom.



“It just feels weird,” Harry said to Ginny finally.



“What does?” Ginny asked placing her head on his shoulder.



Harry turned around and kissed the top of her head. “It’s no longer H R H: The Dream Team. It’s just us on our own. I kind of suspected that Hermione might break free from us one day but I never thought Ron and I would ever break up.”



“You still have me,” Ginny sighed.



“That’s true,” Harry said. He let go off her hand and tilted her chin up. “I suppose I always have.”



Ginny smiled. She placed her lips on his and they kissed. “Please, Harry, please don’t leave me.”



“I won’t, Ginny.”



~*~*~



“What the?” someone asked. He rubbed his eyes and turned around.



“’Tis our project that we laboured long and hard together,” a female voice said beside him. It was his old friend: Rowena Ravenclaw.



“Who could do such a thing?” a rather dumpy blonde woman asked, tears brimming her eyes. He turned to his right and saw Helga Hufflepuff dabbing her eyes gently as she pushed aside some stray hair.



“Fear not; we shall see all set to rights,” a man wearing armour said as he put up his visor. He turned his head to see Godric Gryffindor standing a few paces in front of him. The edges of his long auburn hair peaking from beneath the helmet.



“This is our school!” he said.



“Gallant and Ladies,” Godric said turning on his heel and looking at his friends with a twinkle in his bright green eyes. “We must hence to our heirs and see what is to be done.”



“I wish he wouldn’t speak like that!” The other male whispered into the ear of the elegant lady. She giggled.



“Leave him, Salazar,” she sighed. “He means well.”



“Who are our heirs, Godric?” Helga asked.



“I know mine,” Salazar said. “Unfortunately.”



“I know of mine,” Rowena said.



“Then it is just me,” Helga said. “I am sure I shall find out soon enough.”



“Stay, Comrades, I hear voices.”



A/N – Wow, the past has come into the future. Wonder what Salazar shall do when he meets Voldemort? What will the other three people do when they found out who they really are? What will Hermione do to Severus and Lucius when she wakes up and feels better? What will Severus do when he finds out his teddy has had his head torn off? Well find out next time in another exciting episode of EXPERIENCE!



Oh, and Alvington is a place near where I used to live. In fact it was about half way between my bungalow and the village where Jo grew up... and it is a rather mysterious place. I always loved it. Homesick now!