Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror

Chapter 11 – A Colt named Buttercup


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“In response, he picked her up and carried her to her bedroom.”

“Severus, I…”

He stopped her words with his mouth as he laid her on the bed. He was kissing her feverishly, as if he had given up and now simply couldn’t be bothered thinking about who he was and who she was.

“Severus, stop.”

Snape stopped.

“As much as we both want this…” she licked her suddenly dry lips and swallowed. “I respect your vows, too.”

“I love you, Hermione.”

“I think I care about you enough to not let you do something we’d both regret.” She watched his disappointment and amusement.

He brusa sta stray strand of hair from her lips. “Thank you.”

In the following second, he saw her face change. And he knew.

“Severus Snape, what the bloody hell are you doing in bed… with her?”

For a moment he wondered if he was hallucinating, but it was a palpable feeling. This was his wife and she was madder than a wet Kneazle. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Oh, yes, it looks it. I went through all this trouble… maybe I should just let the clock run and head back.” She sat up on the bed.

He grabbed her arms, “I know this looks bad, us being on the bed and all, but nothing has happened and nothing was going to happen.”

“And nothing happened with my counterpart last year?”

Snape froze. “That, well, she took me off-guard. I didn’t realize how easy it was to—to transgress.” He kept his facial expression still, but flushed wildly.

“So?” She patted the bed with a half-smiled.

“My cot broke. Really. That’s why I was here.”

“Are ynsulnsulting my intelligence?”

“Go and check for yourself.”

Hermione gave him the “are you telling the truth” glower, usually reserved for their daughter.

He kly kly removed himself from the offensive piece of furniture and led her down the hallway.

“There, broken cot. Now don’t you feel guilty?” He smiled.

“And you were napping in the afternoon?”

“Actually, we had a night out on the town. You know, like you and I used to before Sarah came along? And by the way,” he took her in his arms, “not touching your counterpart was very difficult and I think I deserve some credit.” His voice was as smooth as ice on a frozen pond.

Hermione blushed. “The verdict is still out.”

“Oh, really?” He reached down deep for every bit of charm he had over her. He nuzzled her neck, heading for ‘The Spot’ right at her nape. She sucked in her breath as she went all tingly.

“Well, I suppose we could discuss this all later.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.” Tears began to roll down her face.

“And I’ve missed you, too.” He kissed her, knowing that the best way to get back into good graces would be a spot of the old tickle and tumble. He pressed his hardness against her, letting her choose which way she wanted to head with this reunion.

On a physiological level, Hermione’s body was already primed and ready. Lady Snape had noticed the throbbing need between her legs the moment she’d transconveyed there. And just hearing her husband’s plummy voice, made her excited even more. Two days of the other Snape had her needful of the original. And she had succeeded in finding him. It was cause for celebration. She reached down and stroked him through his black robes. He gasped and without a word they quickly returned to the bedroom.

She pulled his robes off of him and nearly screamed to see the condition of his body. The scars were frightful, whether they were the freshly healed ones or the very old ones. She ran her hand along the angry red pucker of where Prof. Snape had been hurt with a lance. Her eyes met her husbands.

“He’s suffered so much.”

“Well, yes, he’s a git. You wouldn’t believe the sort of nasty little life he’s been leading here. Scampering around in a moldy dungeon, playing at spy. Worst case of arrested development I’ve ever seen. And everyone is dead here, except Poppy. That was odd, coming to in the Hogwart’s infirmary and finding her standing over me. I though I had to be dead.”

She stroked his brow, and then ran her tongue over some of his scars. He lifted her robe over her head and stared at the skinny thing his wife had become.

“Oh, maybe we should wait until we get back. That is if I do get back.”

Hermione looked down at herself. “You don’t like this body?”

“Looks rather sad. I prefer yours, my love.” And he meant it. Hermione when he had first made love to her on their wedding night had been waifishly thin, looking much younger than her actual age. He felt unnerved by the reminder that she’d been so young. He wanted his wife in her body. Now that he was with her, he felt this keenly.

“You don’t want me?”

“Of course, I want you.” He sensed a storm brewing and decided to drop his objections. He kissed her aware of the taste of coffee in her mouth. Both Hermiones had a fondness for the vile quaff it seemed.

He trailed his kisses down from her mouth to her breasts and very gently suckled them.

“Oh, this is odd.” She gasped.

“Yes, love?”

“The sensations are totally different. But don’t stop.” He continued to nibble and lick until he was between her legs. He lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders as he pleasured her. After thinking she was lost to him forever, this was a wonderful reunion.

“I want you in me.”

“More beautiful words were never spoken, Hermione.” And keeping her legs up he placed himself at her entrance and plunged into her.

She screamed. “Oh, Gods, when did you get so lar--?”

“No, you’re the one that’s tight.” He laughed.

She hit him. “It’s not funny. That was your child I was giving birth to.”

“You are perfect, no matter what.”

“Then stop laughing and…”

He kissed her again and went a bit slower and gentler, deferring to a body that obviously hadn’t ‘gotten some’ in a while.

“Better?” he whispered.

“Oh, do shut up. I love you, you idiot.” She stroked his back and thought that she better not mention that this Severus lacked the burgeoning love handles that her husband had. No, his sense of humor was remarkably fragile when it came round to ‘his’ looks. And then he hit a really good place in her, and she lost all thought. The sensations swelled in her body and she began to shake and sob as she headed towards climax.

“Yes,” she dug her nails into his back and scratched, not realizing that they were a bit sharper than the ones her own body wore.

The pain caused Snape to redouble his efforts and he came into her with a shudder. They both continued to ride out their climaxes and finally, he collapsed over her.

“I do hope she has some contraceptive potion on hand.” Hermione said before she fell asleep in his arms.

Snape groggily reached for his wand and performed a spell to prevent pregnancy. Then he sighed and pulled a cover over them for a lovely nap. “My clever girl,” he murmured and fell asleep spooning her.


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“So, what you are saying is that if I try to use her wand to create the counter curse it might explode?”

“Exactly. Remember last year? But I bought a new wand at Ollivanders because the Aurors hadn’t located the old one. So I can perform the counter curse on myself.”

Hermione looked at him and smiled. “But we need to do the marker spell first. What should we name this place?”

“Here, let me think. Got it, what do you think of Steel Magnolia?”

“That’s a Muggle film we saw. No, um, it is a nasty place you say?”

“Most nasty.”

“Stone Lotus.”

“And that was a Thai restaurant we ate at three weeks ago. Though you are right, the service was abominable.” He stood up and walked around the living room. “This is silly. All right, Stone Lotus, it is.” Snape recited the incantation without using his wand. “Do I have it?”

Hermione nodded, “Now, add in the movement.” She shifted her legs under her on the couch. She felt nervous. She was sure it would all work. After all finding him was the hard part, still it was usually trained Aurors from the Dept. of Transconveyance who did this sor thi thing.

Snape performed the spell. It glowed blue and then purple in the air as it dissipated. “What do you think?”

“We just won’t know, will we?” she exhaled, realizing she’d been holding her breath.

“Don’t be afraid, Hermione.”

“I can’t help it.”

“What if I say that if it doesn’t work, if something should go wrong, I want you to be happy? Even if it’s with that git. Or better, not with that git, anybody but. Well, anybody but Black. I hate Black. Promise me that you will never, ever be involved with Black.” He held her hand and scowled at her.

Hermione giggled, “I promise, not even if he’s the last man on earth.”

“Well, I feel better then. We ought to get on with it. I miss Sarah, and you, and my laboratory and—“

“You are simply the silliest Wizard,” and she kissed him. “I love you, now let’s get on with it. Just like I instructed.”

“Hold on, I need to write a note. Now where does she keep the parchment?”

Hermione felt a bit annoyed. “And to whom are you writing a note?”

“The git, who else? I have some advice for him.”

“Severus Snape, be nice to the poor man.” She folded her arms and glared at him.

“Oh, believe me, this is a kindness.” He sat at the tiny cherry wood desk hidden in the corner of the room. There was silence except for the scratching of the quill in his hands. “Right.”

Hermione watched him perform the counter curse, directing his wand at himself.

Within a space of a few seconds, Prof. Snape yelled, “Hermione, you brought me over too soon!”

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Doctor Snape found himself alone in the living room of his cottage. He stood up in delight and the journal wherein was published the Lycanthropy Cure dropped out of his lap. He looked around to find it was the usual mess that seemed to erupt whenever Nanani had the day off. He rubbed his chin, and his eyes went wild. “My goatee is gone! The bastard!” He ran upstairs to observe himself in the mirror. He rubbed his hand ruefully over the naked skin of his face. “Damn, I should have gotten him the Prince Albert when I had the chance.” He walked downstairs, cursing loudly all the way, and took a handful of floo powder. If it were Saturday, then his daughter would be with her Grandparents.

“Briar Rose Manor,” he said and disappeared into the fireplace.

He emerged at his in-laws to find them having tea. His wife, no, Miss Granger, was sitting looking a bit shell-shocked. He gently kissed her cheek, “Are you all right?”

His fathe-law-law stood up and shook his hand. “It seems our daughter here is well, a visitor, but you knew that?”

“Yes, sorry for the lack of notice, it came up abruptly.”

Snape kneeled down and threw open his arms. “How’s my little poppet?” He said to the chocolate smudged girl.

Sarah squealed and ran into his father’s arms. He hugged her and stood up twirling her around in the air before returning her down.

“Oh Daddy, Midnight the big horsey foaled yesterday and they let me name the baby horsey and I named him Buttercup, but they say I got to have a better name because you don’t give flower names to boys. But I think it’s a lovely name and…”

Sarah touched the wetness on her father’s face in wonderment. “Daddy, why are you crying?”


A/N: Super big hugs to my reviewers! Many thanks go to: Deb, LittleBird, FriendlyQuark and Jkrazed.