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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
31
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15,572
Reviews:
165
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Chapter Eleven
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Chapter Eleven
“Three dead death eaters?” Harry looked appalled. “But who would set themselves up to look like a wanted man?”
“A fool or an idiot,” Hermione said casually. “That’s the only answer I came up with. That or a mad fucking genius.”
“My vote is for the first,” Severus stated casually as he joined them in the dining room. Kissing his witch’s head, adding, “Only a fool would call attention to himself or herself in such a fashion, my dear.”
“True,” she admitted. “So okay, we are looking for a fool that is a moderate to good brewer or access to a brewer for polyjuice.” She took a bite of her roast, chewing thoughtfully. “But that would be nothing hard to get one’s hands on. What would be difficult by anyone’s standard would be the attaining of the hair required to make them look like the dead wizards in question.”
“Good one,” Harry muttered. “It’s not like they could go to the corner market to buy it.”
“Market?” Hermione muttered, sounding thoughtful. “There’s a market for a good many things these days and for the oddest of items.” She took another bite of her meal, looking over to Severus. “Didn’t you tell me that there was a man looking for death eater paraphernalia?”
Frowning he said, “Said something along the lines of wanting to open a museum to teach future generations about the wrong of the death eaters and the horrors of war.”
“Who was that?” Harry asked him.
“You never did say whom,” Hermione murmured.
“Fudge.”
“As in Cornelius Fudge?” Hermione asked. “That idiot is putting together a museum?”
“He’s probably looking for a way to house all the statues of himself that he has,” Harry scoffed.
“And as such, he needs to pay for their upkeep as well,” Hermione added. “Leave it to a politician to come up with that museum idea for his own purposes.” She took another bite of food. “But now we have another avenue to explore.” When she found both the men staring at her, she said, “When it comes down to it, we need to find out what Fudge would consider memorabilia. Is it the wanted posters, false news reports in the Prophet, and the so called biographies pointing out the way it was so painfully easy it was to sway the mediocre minds of the day. Or is it something as simple as a hair brush collection from former death eaters?”
“And with hairbrushes there is usually hair,” Harry said, smiling.
Grinning she looked over to Severus, “By Jove, I think he’s got it!”
“I swear, Hermione, you would be a great field agent,” her longtime friend told her.
She said, “I made a promise to Severus that wouldn’t happen.”
“For how long?” Harry inquired.
“For the rest of our lives,” she told him, standing up. “Pardon me a moment. I’ll be right back.”
The instant she was gone, Harry hissed, “You’re making her…”
“I make her do nothing that she doesn’t want to do already,” Snape snapped. “Do you honestly think I could? She made that promise to me because she doesn’t want to be a field agent. Never you doubt that, Potter. Now if you will please excuse me, I need to see if my wife needs a potion to keep the food she just consumed inside of her person.”
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“How can such a joyous event make a person feel like such crap is quite beyond me,” Hermione muttered as Severus pressed a cool cloth to the back of her neck.
Sighing he kissed her head, as he murmured, “Give the potions a chance to work.” Rubbing her back, he watched as she turned her head so she could look at him.
Absently she reached over and stroked his face, a soft dreamy look coming to her face as she did so.
“What are you thinking about, witch?” he asked her.
“How lucky a witch I am.”
“And?”
Her smile grew as she added, “That Thai shrimp soup I like so much.”
Laughing he kissed her mouth, saying, “I’ll get the elves to work on that.”
Hermione allowed her eyes to close. But after awhile, began to wonder what was taking Severus so long. She got up and went looking for him. She found him in the sitting room with a guest—a most unwanted guest at that. Yaxley was standing near the floo with his wand pointed straight at her husband. The brutal man whipped around to face her as she strolled into the room with a casual air that was the radical opposite of what she was feeling.
“Mr. Yaxley, how…unexpected,” she said, looking over to Severus who was stone faced sitting on the lounge. “To what do we owe this visit?” She went over to a large tome that she had left out and was flipping through it when she felt the wand press to her throat. Pushing it away, she muttered, “Don’t be rude.” When he pressed it back even harder, she picked up a letter opener and stabbed him straight into his leg. “With any luck it hit your artery.” She looked into his eyes. “Want me to remove the letter opener so we can find out? Mind you, by the time we get a healer here, you would have bled out.”
“Bitch!” he hissed.
“Right.” She removed the letter opener and arterial spray went out, narrowly missing Hermione as she stepped away from him. “Now that you’re dying, you might as well answer some questions. Like who are you and why are you insisting on pretending to be dead death eaters?”
The man scrambled away to the floo, grabbing the powder and went off to someplace neither Hermione nor Severus could understand. Severus jumped up, rushing over to her.
“Are you out of your mind, witch?” he demanded.
“Heavens no,” she answered. “It’s not like he could have done anything. First of all that wasn’t Yaxley, as he died in Azkaban a year ago—twelve years after he had been given the Dementor’s kiss, let me remind you. And second of all, no one but the two of us can use wands in our rooms. I set up the wards the very moment we got back from our honeymoon. I know because it was a week before I started the unit…”
“Madam Snape?” She stopped speaking and looked up into his eyes. “And when were you going to tell me about this new warding?”
She frowned. “You mean I didn’t?” Worrying her lower lip. “I must have forgotten. I did have so much on my mind at the time what with all the work I was doing developing the new department for the aurors.” Kissing his cheek, she murmured, “I am sorry. It wasn’t intentional.”
His arms went around her tightly and hugged her to himself. “I should spank your perfect ass for not telling me.”
She thought it over, as she pressed her face against his chest. “In a good way or in a bad way?” Hermione pulled back just enough to look up into his dark eyes. “Whatever you decide, can you do it after I have some of that Thai soup? I think the potion’s working. I really am hungry now.”
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It's time once again for the Review Sing-A-Long! the answer to the last one was "Yakko's Universe" as performed by Yakko of the animated series "Steven Spielberg presents the Animaniacs!" Cookies go out to SevBrandon and Nightmare for getting it correct! If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Time for the next song! "I review on an apartment on the ninety-ninth floor of my block/And I sit at home lookin' out the window imaginin' the world has stopped" Well there you go. Sorry, no clues this time. Hope you guys have a wonderful day!
PLEASE READ & REVIEW!!!
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Chapter Eleven
“Three dead death eaters?” Harry looked appalled. “But who would set themselves up to look like a wanted man?”
“A fool or an idiot,” Hermione said casually. “That’s the only answer I came up with. That or a mad fucking genius.”
“My vote is for the first,” Severus stated casually as he joined them in the dining room. Kissing his witch’s head, adding, “Only a fool would call attention to himself or herself in such a fashion, my dear.”
“True,” she admitted. “So okay, we are looking for a fool that is a moderate to good brewer or access to a brewer for polyjuice.” She took a bite of her roast, chewing thoughtfully. “But that would be nothing hard to get one’s hands on. What would be difficult by anyone’s standard would be the attaining of the hair required to make them look like the dead wizards in question.”
“Good one,” Harry muttered. “It’s not like they could go to the corner market to buy it.”
“Market?” Hermione muttered, sounding thoughtful. “There’s a market for a good many things these days and for the oddest of items.” She took another bite of her meal, looking over to Severus. “Didn’t you tell me that there was a man looking for death eater paraphernalia?”
Frowning he said, “Said something along the lines of wanting to open a museum to teach future generations about the wrong of the death eaters and the horrors of war.”
“Who was that?” Harry asked him.
“You never did say whom,” Hermione murmured.
“Fudge.”
“As in Cornelius Fudge?” Hermione asked. “That idiot is putting together a museum?”
“He’s probably looking for a way to house all the statues of himself that he has,” Harry scoffed.
“And as such, he needs to pay for their upkeep as well,” Hermione added. “Leave it to a politician to come up with that museum idea for his own purposes.” She took another bite of food. “But now we have another avenue to explore.” When she found both the men staring at her, she said, “When it comes down to it, we need to find out what Fudge would consider memorabilia. Is it the wanted posters, false news reports in the Prophet, and the so called biographies pointing out the way it was so painfully easy it was to sway the mediocre minds of the day. Or is it something as simple as a hair brush collection from former death eaters?”
“And with hairbrushes there is usually hair,” Harry said, smiling.
Grinning she looked over to Severus, “By Jove, I think he’s got it!”
“I swear, Hermione, you would be a great field agent,” her longtime friend told her.
She said, “I made a promise to Severus that wouldn’t happen.”
“For how long?” Harry inquired.
“For the rest of our lives,” she told him, standing up. “Pardon me a moment. I’ll be right back.”
The instant she was gone, Harry hissed, “You’re making her…”
“I make her do nothing that she doesn’t want to do already,” Snape snapped. “Do you honestly think I could? She made that promise to me because she doesn’t want to be a field agent. Never you doubt that, Potter. Now if you will please excuse me, I need to see if my wife needs a potion to keep the food she just consumed inside of her person.”
***
“How can such a joyous event make a person feel like such crap is quite beyond me,” Hermione muttered as Severus pressed a cool cloth to the back of her neck.
Sighing he kissed her head, as he murmured, “Give the potions a chance to work.” Rubbing her back, he watched as she turned her head so she could look at him.
Absently she reached over and stroked his face, a soft dreamy look coming to her face as she did so.
“What are you thinking about, witch?” he asked her.
“How lucky a witch I am.”
“And?”
Her smile grew as she added, “That Thai shrimp soup I like so much.”
Laughing he kissed her mouth, saying, “I’ll get the elves to work on that.”
Hermione allowed her eyes to close. But after awhile, began to wonder what was taking Severus so long. She got up and went looking for him. She found him in the sitting room with a guest—a most unwanted guest at that. Yaxley was standing near the floo with his wand pointed straight at her husband. The brutal man whipped around to face her as she strolled into the room with a casual air that was the radical opposite of what she was feeling.
“Mr. Yaxley, how…unexpected,” she said, looking over to Severus who was stone faced sitting on the lounge. “To what do we owe this visit?” She went over to a large tome that she had left out and was flipping through it when she felt the wand press to her throat. Pushing it away, she muttered, “Don’t be rude.” When he pressed it back even harder, she picked up a letter opener and stabbed him straight into his leg. “With any luck it hit your artery.” She looked into his eyes. “Want me to remove the letter opener so we can find out? Mind you, by the time we get a healer here, you would have bled out.”
“Bitch!” he hissed.
“Right.” She removed the letter opener and arterial spray went out, narrowly missing Hermione as she stepped away from him. “Now that you’re dying, you might as well answer some questions. Like who are you and why are you insisting on pretending to be dead death eaters?”
The man scrambled away to the floo, grabbing the powder and went off to someplace neither Hermione nor Severus could understand. Severus jumped up, rushing over to her.
“Are you out of your mind, witch?” he demanded.
“Heavens no,” she answered. “It’s not like he could have done anything. First of all that wasn’t Yaxley, as he died in Azkaban a year ago—twelve years after he had been given the Dementor’s kiss, let me remind you. And second of all, no one but the two of us can use wands in our rooms. I set up the wards the very moment we got back from our honeymoon. I know because it was a week before I started the unit…”
“Madam Snape?” She stopped speaking and looked up into his eyes. “And when were you going to tell me about this new warding?”
She frowned. “You mean I didn’t?” Worrying her lower lip. “I must have forgotten. I did have so much on my mind at the time what with all the work I was doing developing the new department for the aurors.” Kissing his cheek, she murmured, “I am sorry. It wasn’t intentional.”
His arms went around her tightly and hugged her to himself. “I should spank your perfect ass for not telling me.”
She thought it over, as she pressed her face against his chest. “In a good way or in a bad way?” Hermione pulled back just enough to look up into his dark eyes. “Whatever you decide, can you do it after I have some of that Thai soup? I think the potion’s working. I really am hungry now.”
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It's time once again for the Review Sing-A-Long! the answer to the last one was "Yakko's Universe" as performed by Yakko of the animated series "Steven Spielberg presents the Animaniacs!" Cookies go out to SevBrandon and Nightmare for getting it correct! If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Time for the next song! "I review on an apartment on the ninety-ninth floor of my block/And I sit at home lookin' out the window imaginin' the world has stopped" Well there you go. Sorry, no clues this time. Hope you guys have a wonderful day!