She Said What?

oh lookie here... i\'m still alive. let me see if i recall how to do the whole thing. you know... writing. its been a while. but i\'m here to say, straight off, that what follows is in no way mine. if it were, i don\'t know that i\'d be sharing. ok, so the idea for the story is mine, but the characters, places, all that crap.... it all belongs, the whole kit and kaboodle, to the very talented j.k. rowling. i am not, at any time now or in the future, receiving money for this. it is purely a labor of love for me. and because you all seem to enjoy it so much.

might be smut, might not. i can\'t be certain yet. i\'ll know when you do. but just in case, keep some ice handy. and a fan. and perhaps a bit of chocolate. a man. maybe a toy. and cigarettes. but that\'s just in case.

and, as usual, if you like... please feel free to let me know. i am always open to reviews and constructive criticism. thanks so much for your patience and support.

Chapter Eleven: I Swear I Am Not Following You
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The library was silent, most of the students spending their time in their House Common Rooms. Hermione was one of the few occupants of the school\'s repository for knowledge, hoarding a table to herself. Books were spread out over the flat surface, serveral sheets of parchment scattered among them. Her quill was rapidly moving over a solitary piece, her eyes locked onto the book to her left. She had her hair tucked behind her ears, her face a mask of seriousness as she read and took notes. She had dispensed of her jumper, leaving her in her red and gold tie, loosened and askew around her throat, and the white shirt. She was disheveled in her studiousness.

The sight of her in such chaotic disarray had Severus\' pulse pounding in his veins. It pounded its way straight to his groin, filling the length of his member and hardening it in the tight confines of his trousers. He couldn\'t explain it, this need he had for the annoying Know-It-All. It made him positively nutters. He couldn\'t find a reason for his seeming addiction to someone he swore vehemently that he hated. Thoughts of her had sent him into a sudden state of erect excitement at the most inopportune moments. It was vexing, to say the least.

Nearly a full week had passed since their carnal encounter in his office. Along with his bedroom, the bathroom and the couch in his living room. He\'d avoided her the best he could, telling himself that it wasn\'t natural for his thoughts to linger on someone he didn\'t really like as they seemed wont to. He knew she wondered what was going on, why he insisted on keeping his distance. He\'d been tempted to tell her, but could find no words to explain it properly. Not without sounding like a complete nut job. At this point, he couldn\'t even explain it to himself. There was no rational reason behind his sudden and all consuming interest in what color and style knickers she wore under she skirts. The thought was beneath anyone bearing the name Snape.

It hadn\'t stopped him from lingering on those thoughts, though. In fact, his brain, always a rational and knowledge-seeking organ, seemed to be obsessed of late with the idea that Hermione perhaps wore a lace bra and matched thong beneath her school uniform. The traitorous house of information he called his mind was, at present, no better than a fifteen year old boy in the grips of puberty. It dwelled constantly on images of his wife in various states of undress and various types and colors of underwear. He\'d spent the last week walking about with a perpetual erection. It made teaching a trial unlike any he had yet endured.

His mind\'s unstoppable propensity to dwell on a naked and purring Hermione the sex kitten and the resulting shift of every drop of blood to his groin were the reasons behind his stalking after her at nights. He hid in shadows and darkness, watching her while his lascivious thoughts ran amok through his head like a string of high budget Muggle pornographic films. It had started Sunday night.

He\'d followed her to the library from the Great Hall that night. She\'d done much as she was this night. She\'d sat at a table with a pile of books and taken notes, dutifully studying for her N.E.W.T.S. He\'d been about to join her when Ginny Weasley had entered the library and moved over to sit with her. He\'d laid every curse upon the red-headed witch he could think of, including disparaging commentary directed at every one of her brothers. It had done nothing to alleviate the raging erection that made his trousers feel three sizes too small.

He\'d spent the entire night watching her from the shadows of the book shelves, his cock throbbing painfully and his mouth spewing forth some of the most inventive swearing he could come up with. He\'d been terribly creative and had spent the better part of an hour after curfew standing beneath a cold shower spray, wanking furiously at his aching erection until both his hand and member were sore and raw. It had been, after the night spent burying himself -nay, losing himself, between the softness of her thighs and the wetness of her wonderful nether lips, rather a disappointing let down. It had made him all the fouler to the students the following day. His wife included.

That night, he had slunk in the shadows as she\'d gone for a walk on the grounds before curfew, then had gone to the green houses. He\'d followed her as she\'d strolled through them, her fingers running idly over the plants and flowers that wouldn\'t take them off as she walked. He\'d noted she\'d seemed distracted by something. If the look on her face was anything to go by, she had been lost in thought. He\'d wanted to pounce on her, take her to the floor and have his way with her there. Not because he wanted to. But because he could. While he still found the idea of Hermione Granger, resident Gryffindor Know-It-All, an insufferable choice for his wife, the idea of shagging her as often as he liked had a certain appeal.

He\'d refrained from it, though. Partially because he didn\'t relish the idea of startling her into screaming fits and partially because he just didn\'t want to give Pomona the opportunity to catch a glimpse of his pale arse. There was no way he would ever live something like that down and, seeing as Sprout was an irrepressable gossip, the exact dimensions, shape and coloring of his bottom would spread like wildfire to all the women in staff before he could mutter \'detention.\' The very thought had him shuddering.

She\'d spent one night in the Gryffindor Common Room, so he\'d had that night to stalk and prowl the halls as usual. He\'d found several pairs of rule breakers that night hidden in the dark recesses of the school\'s halls, clinging to one another nauseatingly and attempting to swallow down various parts of anatomy. Issuing detentions and taking House points had never been quite so joyous as they had seemed then. The rest of the week she\'d spent hiding in the library, pouring over every book she could get her hands on that might hold information pertinent to her end of year exams. Her quill had moved fluidly across the parchment beneath the nib, even though he knew for a fact that she\'d been scribbling down what she thought she would need to know.

He\'d spent every single night in the shower, pulling at his cock until he thought both it and his hand would drop off in exhaustion. And still it did nothing to dispell his want of her. His need of her. He couldn\'t grasp that, no matter how hard he tried to. There simply was no logical explanation for his growing lust for her. Not Hermione Granger. And yet, since their night together, he found himself thinking more and more of her in just that way. He had never thought of her as a sexual person. But after one night with her, he was acting like a man who had been starved of intercourse for a long time and was now presented with a veritable sexual buffet of epic proportions. He was, in point of a fact, a horny old bastard.

Tonight was Friday night. And still she sat in the library, pouring over the books offered in an attempt to score the highest she could on her coming exams. She could be doing any number of things, as there were no classes for two days. Yet here she sat, furiously copying notes and filling her clever little brain with a font of knowledge that would, eventually, make any library jealous. She was going to be a very boring woman if she didn\'t change her scholarly ways. And soon.

It had been a trial not to give her detention for some little imagined deed so that he could once more have her all to himself for a night of unbridled fucking. Call it what it was. And, as horny as he\'d been the last week, what he wanted to do was fuck. Severus sighed. It was a crass and rather low word. But it was precisely the right one to describe what he wished to do with his wife. His wife. He shooks his head at that one. He still couldn\'t believe that he was married to Hermione Granger. That he had taken her to bed and shagged her senseless.

The school term was soon over, only another two weeks to go before Hermione was officially done with Hogwarts. Only another two weeks before he could drag her off to a tall hedge and have at her there if he so chose without fear of being called on sleeping with one of his students. Not that he would shag in the bushes. That was simply beneath him. But the point was, he could do so if he chose. Only another two weeks of Albus\' bloody irritating smile at him over every meal. Severus swore he would hex the old coot to within an inch of his life if he didn\'t cease nosing about in Severus\' life.

Severus was certain that Dumbledore knew what had happened between Hermione and himself the previous weekend. He was also just as certain that the Headmaster had tallies running of how many times, where and when things had taken place. He also thought there was another column on that tally sheet. The one that kept track of how long Severus could go without indulging his libido. The one that had times and dates written down as to when Albus thought that his Potions Master would once more give in to his baser needs and take his wife down to the sheets. A faint smile lifted his lips but a moment. He wondered if the dotty old Wizard had considered that Severus would entertain the idea of other places in the castle for a tryst. Not just his rooms. Just once, he\'d like to shock the wooly blue socks off the man\'s feet.

Severus watched as Irma stood and stretched. Perhaps tonight, he would get the opportunity to attempt such an amazing act.

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Hermione sighed, glancing at the shadowed figure out of the corner of her eye. Severus had been her constant, silent companion for the better part of the week. He had followed her nearly everywhere since their night of blinding passion. Frankly, she was starting to detest his ability to remain hidden in shadows. In the beginning, when she\'d felt the first prickles of awareness skitter up and down her spine and hadn\'t seen anyone hanging around, she\'d thought that she was suffering from paranoia. But she\'d found reason to dismis the notion after Potions one day.

It had been mid-week and she\'d found herself worn to a frazzle. Nearly everywhere she\'d gone outside of classes and Gryffindor Tower, she\'d felt eyes watching her. She\'d thought herself mad for the unfounded feeling of being watched. But, as she\'d worked on her potion, she\'d felt the air behind her shift. She\'d known it was stirred as Severus had passed by her, so she\'d ignored it. Until the faint scent that lingered in the disturbed atmosphere had hit her nose. A combination of musk, fine herbs and old leather had tickled her senses and it had struck a chord.

Everytime she\'d felt as if someone was watching her, she\'d smelled that unique blend of scents clouding the air. It had been faint, but it had been there. And, purely by chance, he\'d given himself away. She\'d been almost giddy to know that she wasn\'t in the process of losing her mind. Severus had been following and watching her. She wasn\'t entirely sure why he\'d been doing such things, especially since he hadn\'t bothered to come near her the entire week.

Hermione sighed, knowing that there was no way she would ever understand the way any man\'s mind worked. And that went double for how Snape\'s mind functioned. He had to be the singularly most secretive and unfathomable man she\'d ever had the misfortune to meet. And, after seven years of Ronald Weasley, that was saying quite a bit. Still, she couldn\'t help but wonder why he\'d shadowed her every move. Particularly since he had never shown her any kind of affection. In fact, he\'d never shown her anything but disdain. So to have had him following her every move for the past week had proven to be somewhat unnerving.

She\'d been somewhat miffed when he\'d suddenly acted as though nothing had changed between them and seemingly ignored her. She\'d been hurt, too. Not that she was any kind of expert on sexual relations and intercourse, but she\'d thought they had gotten on rather well in that arena. She knew she\'d felt simply wonderful when she\'d fallen asleep. For all intents and purposes, he had seem pleased after three or four gos at it. And her.

Her body tingled when she recalled that night and how he\'d made her feel. Truth be told, it did more than tingle. Muscles went tight and moisture flooded between her thighs as she thought about it. She wouldn\'t admit it to anyone verbally, but she\'d spent every night of this week bringing herself to orgasm. More than once. She\'d woken in the midst of aching need each and every night, her dreams flooded with images of Severus poised over her, his rigid cock pressing deep into her waiting body. It had been nothing short of a pitiful replacement to bring herself off by hand.

Sighing, Hermione tried to bring her focus back to the books before her. Somehow, she just couldn\'t seem to find any interest in the characteristics of billowing froolcod skates. Nor could she keep her mind on the uses of said skates for brewing potions. Instead, her thoughts seemed to keep turning to Severus. She was smart enough to know that he was not the kind of man who simply loved. And he was too nasty to be loved. At any rate, she was too intelligent to think herself in love with him. But she did know that she was in lust with him. The manner in which he had taken her the last weekend had kicked her lust into high gear.

While Hermione knew that Severus Snape would never love her and most likely would never even care for her in any way, she had to think that he might find her to be of some use. She was his wife and she had to think that he wasn\'t the kind of man who got rid of anything he owned. So, no matter what he thought of her personally, she would remain Hermione Snape until the day she left this world. She had a keen mind and could put it to anything put before her. She simply had to make him see that she was capable of doing for him whatever he needed done. Beyond warming his sheets, she told herself silently.

It was a strange and interesting situation she found herself in. Two weeks ago, she had never even thought that she would marry. It wasn\'t that she hadn\'t wanted to. It was more that she didn\'t think that there really was a man out there who would understand who and what she was. Who would accept her infinite and copious amounts of knowledge. A man who would appreciate her for her. She knew that was asking for alot. Men were so uniformly predictable, in a general sort of way.

Most of them looked at women in much the same way. If they weren\'t drop dead gorgeous, they simply weren\'t worthy of consideration. The world had created this distorted image of how a woman should look. How she should speak and act. Hermione knew good and well that she didn\'t fit that mold. She was too intelligent. Not pretty enough. She had womanly curves, but they weren\'t overly large. They weren\'t small, either. She thought, for her, that they were just right. Still, she\'d found that the Wizarding World was no better about feminine looks than the Muggle world was.

Many of the men in the magical world were just as shallow as they were in the non-magical. They wanted someone who was all boobs and no brains. She would never fit into that niche. She could do like so many Muggle women did and have surgeries that would change her looks. But, on the inside, she would still be the same person. She would still be Hermione Granger, the Know-It-All. She would be something most men wouldn\'t want. A female they wouldn\'t look twice at. But all that had changed.

With a few simple words, words that were overheard and taken completely out of context, she now found herself bound to a man who was definitely not her idea of the perfect spouse. She was married to a man who generally had no use for anyone but himself. While it wasn\'t the most ideal of situations, it wasn\'t the worst, either. She thought she could make it work for both of them. If only she could figure out why it was that she found herself thinking on Snape when she should be thinking about her school work. She believed that, after he\'d been given time to ponder everything that had happened, he would see that she wasn\'t the burden he likely thought she was at present.

There were a few obstacles for them to get over. The first thing was their intense dislike for one another. There had to be some way to bridge the gap that separated the two of them. If she could only make him feel a little less hatred for her. Then they could have some sort of relationship that didn\'t include shouting at one another. They also had to get past telling her parents. And Harry and Ron. Hermione had a feeling that her mum and dad would take the news better than her two best friends would.

This wasn\'t the time to let all those thoughts get in the way of her studying. She had to put all of her time and energies into preparing for finals. She was determined, despite the sudden radical changes to her life, that she would get the highest possible grades on her exams. She was still Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor Know-It-All, and she had a reputation to maintain. Being involved in mind-blowing sex hadn\'t changed that. And especially not since she\'d had it with her Potions professor, a man she\'d never even considered in a sexual manner.

A smile slipped over her face as she felt her body pulse again with heavy need. Desire was pooled in her loins, crying out to be scattered to the four winds by her husband\'s hands and mouth and prick. She shifted in her chair, her thighs rubbing one another. Muscles clenched tight as she did so and she had to bite her lip to hold back the moan that rose to her lips. The scrape of chair legs across the stone floor drew her attention to Madam Pince\'s desk. The school\'s librarian now stood and was presently stretching.

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The library was now silent, any students who had been studying had long ago gone back to their House dorms for the night. That left Hermione alone, the only person inhabiting the tables. Severus watched as Irma strode across the floor, stopping by Hermione\'s table to speak in a low whisper for a few moments. before continuing on to the doors. They swished shut behind her. A slow, evil smile slid over Severus\' lips, his eyes glittering wickedly in the darkness. The chair scraped back from the table and he watched as his wife stood from the table.

She moved across the room and stepped past the gate into the Restricted Section, obviously allowed even though Pince had left the room. Of course, the person allowed in question was Hermione Granger, pride of Gryffindor House and one of the brightest witches to pass through Hogwart\'s hallowed halls in a very long time. If Irma Pince would willingly let anyone in the world to have free reign over her territory, the insufferable Know-It-All was the first on the list. He slipped from the shadows, trailing along behind her silently.

She went up and down the aisles, her fingertips thumping along the spines of the books as she dragged them across the ancient tomes. She finally came to a halt at the very back of the Restricted Section, her head tilted up to stare at a row of books two shelves above her line of sight. He watched as she reached for one, legs stretched while she went up on her tiptoes. Her white shirt was now pulled tight over her chest, outlining and flattening her breasts.

He studied her for a time, his eyes taking great joy in raking her lithe young figure. His mouth watered to taste her nipples while his hands itched to caress the swell of her lush breasts. Her school skirt flared temptingly over the curve of her hips and tight arse. He was willing to admit that he was a pervy old bastard. But it hadn\'t seemed to bother her last weekend. Severus hoped that ths week held true, too.

She was still up on tiptoes, stretching to reach for the book when he slipped behind her. Despite the burning urge he had to touch her, he refrained for the moment. Instead, he leaned closer to her so that he was sure his voice would be directly in her ear when he spoke to her. \'Why, Miss Granger. Imagine my surprise to find her alone in the library. Using the Restricted Section unsupervised. Whatever shall I do with you?\'

\' I do have Madam Pince\'s permission, Professor Snape. I assure you. Why are you not out stalking the halls, giving detention to the more carnaly inclined members of the student body?\' she replied easily. If he had startled her, she certainly didn\'t show it. He gave an inner smile, then leaned in closer to her.

\'And what are you researching? Certainly nothing for an assigned parchment to be turned in during... detention?\' his voice was low, silky smooth and full of innuendo. There was a reminder as well as a world of meaning in his words. His sharp black gaze did not miss her body\'s response at the reference to the paper he\'d assigned her. It told him that the topic had affected her as much as it had him. That thought lead him to wonder if she had been so moved that she\'d felt the need to seek release with her own hands. An image rose in his mind of her sprawled across his desk, fingers thrusting deeply into her pussy as she gave herself pleasure. His groin tightened and it took all his will power to stifle the man that rose to his lips.

\'No, sir,\' she shook her head then turned to look at him. Her chocolate brown eyes were lit with desire, smouldering with need. She gave him a tempting smile. \'None of my teachers have found reason to give me detention.\'

\'Then perhaps I should issue one, Miss Granger,\' he whispered. \'For the unfortunate event of being caught seeking carnal pleasure in the stacks of the Restricted Section.\'

Severus watched Hermione\'s eyes go wide a moment or two, then a very wicked grin spread across her face. It was a smirk worthy of a member of Slytherin House. Her gaze raked up and down his length slowly before she leaned back against the book shelf behind her. She crossed her arms, purposely settling them below her breasts so that the twin globes were popped up. He let his gaze linger on thier swell a moment or two before looking her in the eye once more. \'But as you can see, Professor, there\'s no one here. Who could possibly be attempting to ravish me in the stacks?\'

The question was an invitation. He didn\'t need to read her mind to know that. The look on her face was enough. One of his eyebrows shot up for a moment. She grinned widely at him, obviously pleased that he hadn\'t been expecting such a reply from her. He inched closer to the warmth of her soft, supple frame. His chest barey grazed her breasts. He could feel heat rolling off her flesh, could feel it through the material of her skirt as it poured from the vee between her thighs. This close, even through the layers of clothing, he could smell the musky scent of her arousal. It was heavy in the air, telling him louder than words that she was in need of him. There. Immediately.

\'Perhaps there might be someone around here would attempt such a thing,\' he murmured, the whisper of his voice a soft caress that brought goose flesh up on her arms. Her nipples tightened at the promise in his words.

The moments ticked by in strained silence as the two of them stared at one another.

\'Well, are you going to just stand there and stare at me like a stupid little girl?\' his voice broke the pregnant silence between them. \'Or are you going to draw upon that bloody annoying Gryffindor courage of yours and make a move?\'

\' I suppose, seeing as you are obviously chicken shite,\' she grinned at him. The next moment saw her lips on his, her hands threaded through the long strands of his hair to hold his head to hers. Her back arched forward, away from the bookshelf, to press against him in a singularly fluid motion that had his hands grasping the firm cheeks of her arse to draw her closer. They touched fully from head to toe, his body bent over hers to allow him access to her mouth fully. She moaned softly to feel his pulsing length prodding her belly, caught between the two of them tightly as they inched nearer one another.

Hermione sighed, his tongue already diving into her mouth to seek out the inner recesses and claim them as his own. Her hands slipped beneath his robes, creeping down his torso and over his hips until they came to rest on his bum. She cupped him, her fingers curling about them. The tips rested on the indent between the twin globes, digging into the fabric of his trousers just enough to shift them apart, pressing him closer to her. The feel of his thick cock stabbing into her belly sent rivers of desire flooding through her veins.

She had wanted to feel this all week long, had wanted to feel him close and hot and hard against her. Truth be told, she wanted him in her, filling and stretching her to the very edges of pain and her sanity. She wanted him to bury himself within her, wanted him to fuck her hard and fast until she screamed his name. She wanted to cum so hard that she lost reason and consciousness as she screamed herself hoarse. In short, she wanted him.

His hands slid from her bottom, around her hips and up over her abdomen until they cupped her breasts in them. His thumbs stroked over her nipples, bringing them to achingly tight peaks in a matter of seconds. His mouth pulled from hers with some difficulty, her own mouth following his up as he drew back. Obsidian eyes glittered down at her, darker than she could ever recall seeing them. There was the faintest hint of a smile on his lips, then his gaze moved down to the buttons on her shirt. His fingers followed, deftly working the small white discs from their holes.

As her skin was revealed to his observing eyes, he lowered his head and began to drop soft, gentle kisses to the exposed flesh. It didn\'t take him long to work all the buttons out of their holes, exposing a line down the front of her body. His hands drifted lower until they were at the hem of her skirts. His fingers curled around the material, drawing it up toward her hips. She groaned when his fingertips skimmed over the elastic edge of her panties, then dug their way between them and her skin. A shudder climbed up her back when a solitary finger dipped between the swollen folds of her lips, sinking into her moist core.

\'Wrap your leg about my waist,\' he whispered in her ear. She nodded, lifting a leg as instructed. She twined it about his waist, opening herself up to him. She heard him mutter something under his breath, then cool air blew over her exposed nether lips. Two fingers slipped into her and she drew a breath, her head falling back and her eyes fluttering shut. He muttered a second time, words Hermione couldn\'t understand.

But she knew what they\'d been as soon as she felt the bulbous head of his erection prodding at her thigh. Her hands were suddenly cupping his bare arse cheeks. She grinned up at him, then squeezed them, silently urging him to sink himself into her. Her hands slid from his bottom, lifting up over her head to grasp at the edge of one shelf. Another shelf dug into her back, but she didn\'t care. She could feel him inching closer to her. Could feel him pressing into her. His cock was sliding slowly past her lips, working its way up into her drenched pussy. She needed him to shove himself deep.

\'Fuck me hard, Severus,\' Hermione whispered, staring him straight in the eye. There was a quirk of his lips that she took as a grin, then he began to feed the rest of his thick length into her. She raised her other leg up, hooking it about his waist. She was so ready for him, aching for him to drive himself into her. She opened her mouth to speak again.

\'Hermione?\' the feminine voice called out. She stifled a groan. Of all the times for Madam Pince to return! She heard Severus groan softly.The gate for the Restricted Section squealed in protest as it opened and closed. Pince was coming this way! Shite! They jerked apart, hands moving in a flurry to right clothes. Hermione was too flustered to think of using her wand. She simply didn\'t wish to be caught with her knickers around her knees in the stacks.

\'Hermione? Where are you?\' Madam Pince\'s voice was closer.

\'Back here. I\'m back here,\' she replied, praying that she would be able to put herself to rights before Madam Pince came around the corner.

What Irma Pince found when she rounded the corner into the last set of stacks was nothing less than a shock. Hermione Granger was reaching up to a shelf above her head, straining for a book. Behind her was the dark figure of Professor Snape. His face was set in a deep scowl. He reached for the book that Miss Granger\'s fingers grazed, effortlessly pulling to from its place to hand to her. Hermione turned and offered him a tight smile. \'Hermione?\' she asked, clearly puzzled by this.

\'Professor Snape was just issuing a detention for my impertinence,\' she told her, able to very easily put just the right amount of anger into her words. She stopped at the end of the stack to turn and look at them both, her eyes going to Severus\' tall and forbidding figure. \' I shall meet you in your offices in fifteen minutes, sir.\'

He stared at her a moment, then a gleam filled his eyes. He gave her a curt nod. \' I shall be awaiting you, Miss Granger.\'

Hermione held back the knowing smile, simply nodding at him instead. Then she was gone, moving back to her table to gather up her things. Irma watched her go before turning back to Severus. \'What did she do that was so impertinent, Severus?\'

The Potions Master regarded her a moment or two, then simply gave her a rare smile. Without saying a word, he moved past her and out of the stacks. Irma watched him go, too, wondering just what in Merlin\'s name was going on here.

end chapter eleven.
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thanks to all of my friends, who are always there for me, no matter what. you all mean so much to me. your encouragement and support means alot. stuffies and chocolate frogs are on their way even as you read.

and i\'ll admit... this is probably somewhat out of character for Severus. but i think it works well with how the story goes. forgive me for this little dip. i\'ve already been assigned detention and will be serving it with Master Snape. maybe i\'ll get lucky and he\'ll punish me properly.

finally, my thanks to the following:

to Amber: i\'m glad you continue to enjoy this. if you think the looks on their faces was funny from that admission, wait until she tells them that she wasn\'t kidding and they are married. they\'re going to shit bricks. and you will find out what Dumbledore is plotting and planning under that grayed head of his. i swear it!

to mariteri: sorry, love. i don\'t have the entire story written. i write one chapter at a time. i think i\'d kill myself if i tried to write the entire thing all at once. glad you liked it, though. hope this one is as good as the others.

to SeverusSnape: here you go then. more! i sincerely hope that this one lives up to the previous chapters. i guess that means you liked it?...

to elementaldeity: you\'ll have to wait. as i keep telling everyone, what Dumbledore has planned will be revealed at some point in the story. i promise you that. until then, just hold tight and continue to endjoy the shite the two of them give one another.

to Shiro Ryu: i\'m so glad you think this is a fun story. i do, too. i\'m glad you\'re really enjoying it!

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to PaganPoetry: have i mentioned i love that handle? it is so.... cool. a cold shower? really? thanks for the compliment on the smut. and i\'ll keep it up. in fact, there will be more smut in the next chapter. please hang in there.

to Echo: your praise means so much. i\'m glad you enjoy this and i\'m so glad that i have your support. that means alot to me. thanks, mom!

to Carol: so glad you\'re enjoying the story. i will share Dumbledore\'s devious plans much later, so that way i know you\'ll stay tuned! i\'m evil. simply evil.... but thanks for reading and reviewing.

to emma436: i\'m so glad you decided to read this. its so cool to know that people are actually reading me on recommendation. i will, eventually, let eveyone know what Dumbledore is up to. i promise it. in the mean time.... more gratuitous smut is on the way!

to Jinx: delicious? i think i really like that description. and please give thanks to your friend for me. loads of thanks. in fact, send this friend chocolate frogs from me. loads of them. and huggles. much huggles. and.... dazzling, arousing and very, very sexy? hmmm. i think i like that. i really like that and you. thanks so much.

to mysticdarkraven: i\'m glad you like it. thanks so much for reading.

also, there are four reviews that i lost when AFF had all their DB problems. so i wish to say thanks to those four people. i\'m sure you know who you are, if you go back and look and see that your review is gone. if you feel like it, please leave me a note and let me know how you think the last chapter went. i do appreciate all your compliments and any helpful suggestions you can make.