The Way Back Home

WL1031: Here’s chapter 13, peeps!



Jade: Yes, please enjoy it! You know… since WL wrote that last chapter she’s been going crazy.



WL1031: *shoves Jade to the side* Yeah, that was actually the first time that I’ve actually written smut in this format. I’ve written it in a poetry format, but nothing like this.



Jade: Yeah she was a little nervous, but it turned out pretty good. *hugs WL* You did good. Now, on with the chapter! Enjoy!



WL1031: Yes, enjoy!





Disclaimer: I don’t own it. Only the story line and the characters that you don’t recognize are mine. Everything else—the main characters and the Harry Potter Universe—is the fabulous brainchild of J.K. Rowling and her publishing company friends.







The Way Back Home

Chapter 13: Lazy Morning, Silly Grins, and Preparations









Severus stretched his arms over his head and yawned hugely. The candles in the room had long since burned out, making the room pitch black. Placing his hands back down on the bed, he ran his fingers through Zeporiap’s curls. He smiled into the darkness as he remembered the previous night. They had made love three times, each time better than the previous. He was content; his lust for her was eased for the moment, but he knew that last night would not be enough. She was in his system now, delightfully so, and he would have to have her again.



His dark side quietly cheered at the merest thought of more sex—Severus agreed and felt like cheering himself. It wasn’t like he had a lack of sex before Zeporiap fell into his life because he’d been with many women; it was just that with her it was different. He didn’t feel the need to get things over quickly and rush through the moment. He didn’t have the bored disinterest that came over him as he fucked those women—rather he wanted to savor the time he spent with her, exploring every little thing about her that she had to offer. And there was no denying that—he explored every little inch of her body, licking and tasting his way from her hair, down to her navel, to the curve of her back where that delightful tattoo adorned her skin, and down to the very tips of her cute little toes. He had totally possessed her and she had moaned her consent as he did so.



He smiled wickedly—he could hardly wait for her to do the same to him.



Hearing a muffled and sleepy mumble, he knew that his lover was awake. He felt her move her fingers over his chest, lightly stroking just above his heart. He looked down, but couldn’t see her face.



“Nox.” He whispered. The candles around the room instantly flared to life, illuminating the bedroom softly. Now he could see here cle clearly. She was still slightly asleep, but was looking up at him with a very satisfied smile curving her lips—she was grinning like a kid who got the last Sugar Quill in Honeyduke’s. He had a similar smile of his own gracing his face.



“I trust that you slept well, my dear?” Severus said.



“Sí I slept very well.” She swung her leg over his lean hips and wiggled her way up his body. Severus groaned at the feeling.



Leaning down, Zeporiap placed a soft kiss on his lips. She intended it to be short and sweet, but when he opened his mouth and licked her lips, they began kissing furiously, their tongues meshing and stroking one another. Breaking contact, they both looked at each other, panting get air into their lungs.



“Well, good morning to you too.” He rubbed his hand on her belly in a circular motion as she sat on him, caressing the soft skin. He felt her muscles jump and she sighed with a smile.



“Don’t start something you’re not going to finish.” She lazmurmmurmured with her eyes closed. She placed her hands on his chest, her fingers playing along the contours of his muscles and in the light dusting of hair.



He gasped out his breath. “Oh, I intend to finish.” He moved his fingers down, feeling the slick wetness between her legs. He instantly found what he was searching for, sinking his fingers inside of her hot body.



“Mmm.” She dug her nails into his skin, making little half moon indents on his chest. He began to glide his fingers in and out slowly. She began to grind her hips down, moving in time to his caresses.



When she shuddered around his fingers, he smiled. He liked watching the emotions that played across her face when she came—it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and would never tire of it. Bringing his hand to his lips, he licked her juices off of his fingers and enjoyed her sweet taste. Just as she was about to collapse down to his chest, he grabbed her hips.



“Oh no, my dear, I’m not done with you yet.” He moved her hips, positioning her body over his swollen cock. She was forced to kneel over him, but he got her where he wanted. “Now, I want you to put your hands on my chest. Yes, that’s it, very good.” He slowly thrust up into her tight body, watching her face as he did so. He gripped her hips and moved her up and down on him, getting her body used to him at this angle. She moaned loudly as he taught her how to move on him.



“Oh yess.” Zeporiap groaned as she impaled herself on him with his upstroke. “Go deep, papi.”



Severus smiled. He definitely wasn’t one not to follow directions—besides, he couldn’t deny her when she asked so sweetly.







Sometime later, Zeporiap laid crumpled and sweaty on Severus’s chest, her head on his shoulder.



“I’ll never tease you about not finishing something again.” She mumbled into his neck.



Severus hed.hed.







After leaving Severus to work in his labs with a kiss, Zeporiap headed upstairs. As soon as she entered the Great Hall for lunch, Hermoine and Ginny flagged her down, just about dragging her to the sitting area. They led her to a less occupied section of the table and sat her down.



“Alright, l itl it.” Ginny said leaning forward. Hermoine leaned in as well, a sly grin on her face.



“Yeah, we want to know the details! Since when did you do belly dancing or anything in public?” Hermoine said, arching her eyebrow “You told us you were never one for doing things in front of people—least of all dancing by yourself!” The sly look was back on her face again. “So, was it good?”



Zeporiap gasped and laughed. She almost chocked on the orange that she was eating. She looked around and noticed other people were looking at them. She sighed and smiled. “If you want to know we’d better get back to your room Hermoine. At least we can talk in there without people listening in.”



“It must be good if she’s got to take us to another room to tell us about it!” Ginny said laughing.



The trio jumped up and left the table, hurrying off to have some girl time. The eavesdroppers at their table and around it frowned, grumbling about missing out on some juicy details.







Up at the head table, Albus and Minerva looked at each other and then giggled, nudging one another with their elbows. They both saw when Miss Luz came in, instantly knowing what happened between her and the dark Potions Master. Who wouldn’t know with that silly grin plastered all over her face?



“Did you see her Albus?” Minerva whispered, leaning towards him.





Minerva raised her fork to her mouth to cover her own huge grin. “If he’s got her walking around like that, she must have definitely made it worth his while.” She chewed her food thoughtfully. “But, then since she’s got the silly grin on her face I’d say that he made it worth her while.” Albus laughed.



“I guess it must be true what they say about Potions Masters: they’re masters of everything!”



Minerva rolled her eyes, but laughed quietly.







Upstairs in Hermoine’s room, the girls lounged on the bed again. They had finally poked and prodded Zeporiap into telling them about her dancing talent—she’d been dancing since the age of 7—and then she surprised them by agreeing to teach them. They danced around the room, swaying their hips and laughing. Ginny and Hermoine agreed that they’d never be as good as Zeporiap, but still had fun.



“So why belly dancing?” Hermoine was interested to know how she got into it because Zeporiap had earlier explained that belly dancing was not originally part of her culture.



“Well, after my parents died, my grandmother decided that she wanted me to learn something from my mother’s culture. Although my grandmother and father were black Indians from Guatemala, my mother was from Turkey. Her family had moved from Iran and she lived in the capital city of Turkey until the age of ten, when they moved to Guatemala. My father was from a small coastal city called Bananera, but didn’t meet my mom until he was walking across the college campus in Guatemala City ten years later. When they married and moved to the United States, my grandmother came with them—that’s how we ended up in California—and I was born a few years later.” She smiled. “Even though my mom spoke Turkish and Persian, she insisted that we all speak Spanish so that there would be a common language in our house. When I turned four, my mom began to teach me a little about the Iranian and Turkish cultures, but she and my father died before she could teach me much of anything else. Although from that time on, my life was mostly based on the Guatemalan culture—from the food to how we celebrated holidays—my grandmother strongly insisted that I learn how to belly dance. It wasn’t until years later, that I learned that my mom wanted to teach it to me. It was a family tradition that all girls in her family learned.”



When she finished her tale, Ginny and Hermoine had tears in their eyes. “That was beautiful—an absolutely fabulous tale of your family history.” Ginny said in awe. “I’ve got a long family history, but nothing as interesting as that.”



Hermoine nodded thoughtfully, thinking of her own family. “I don’t have anything like that in my family either. My parents are dentists, and before that everybody else was either a town councilman or some kind of scholar—practically boring. Maybe if I dig enough, I’ll find something.” She made a mental note to owl her mother later.



Ginny had a sly look on her face. It was the same one that Hermoine had from earlier when they were down at the table for lunch. She looked at Hermoine and winked. Both girls turned and looked at Zeporiap, who looked back at them with suspicion.



“What is it Ginny?” She asked inquiringly. They were up to something and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to find out.



“So, aren’t you going to tell us what happened after you disappeared from the dance?” Ginny nudged Hermoine and the sly look came over her face as well. It was the same kind of look the now sleeping Crookshanks had when he got into something good: sly and sneaky.



Zeporiap curled her fingers into the ginger cat’s fur—he had earlier jumped onto her lap and then fell promptly asleep. She knew this was coming, having the funny feeling that they would ask sooner or later. She shook her head smiling.



“Hmm… I don’t know, Gin. I don’t think she’s going to tell us.” Hermoine said her eyes sparkling. “Maybe we should start with ourselves.”



Ginny giggled then nodded. “I’ll go first. Harry and I have a good time when I stay in his room. I was a little nervous at first, but he knew what he was doing. He took his time and was patient with me. I knew that he had been with other girls, but it wasn’t really a problem with me. I wasn’t jealous about him being with other girls, but I did worry that I wasn’t good enough, and that he would get tired of me in a sexual sense. It turned out that I had nothing to worry about. The first few times when I really got into it, he had to put on two silencing charms because I was so loud.” Ginny laughed. “Now he calls me his ‘Little Screamer’.”



Hermoine and Zeporiap laughed. “Well Ginny I had no idea!” Zeporiap fell back laughing onto the bed. Crookshanks, annoyed with the sudden movement, hopped off of her lap and curled up on one of Hermoine’s pillows.



Hermoine started her little story next. “Well, Ron and I had both been with other people. I was with Viktor Krum for a little while, but it was short-lived. We’re still friends, but we’re not good in a relationship. Ron was with another girl from Hufflepuff and then he hooked up with a girl from a visiting school named Beauxbatons in France. We got together at the end of our sixth year and it finally felt right. Ron stays in my room with me—totally against the school rules you know—and leaves in the morning before everyone else gets up. I had to put the silencing charm on my room because Ron was so loud one night that Lavender and Parvati knocked on my door after hearing a scream.” Hermoine fell out laughing at this, thinking about how had had to lie to them by saying that she had stubbed her toe when going to the bathroom in the dark.



Crookshanks got up this time, his ginger fur standing up on end. He yowled at the noise his mistress and her friends were making and hopped off of the bed. He leaped up onto the warm bricks by fireplace hearth and lay down. He yowled again and curled up, going off to sleep again.



“Sorry, Crooks but that was just too funny.” Hermoine said. She turned to Zeporiap. “So, spill it! What happened?”



Zeporiap smiled secretly. “I’ll just say that I’ve never in my life expected it to be like that.” A sly, satisfied smile came over her face. Ginny and Hermoine exchanged looks.



Zeporiap smiled even wider. “And yes, it was good.”



The trio snickered, their peals of laughter echoing around the room.







Harry got into position again. They had been at this for a few hours, working out a plan that would be good enough for what they had in mind—something that would be specific enough for what the prophecy called for. So far, they hadn’t had any luck. It was now the beginning of December and they had not gotten any closer to finding a solution.



“Ron, I don’t think that this one is going to work. It seems to be taking too much time.” Harry rubbed his eyes tiredly.



“Yeah, you’re right. There’s too much of a time delay between one position and the other.” Ron yawned which caused everybody else to yawn.



“Hey stop that!” Zeporiap said laughing. She was standing in Severus’s arms; her head leaned back against his chest. She yawned hugely for a second time and rubbed her eyes sleepily. Severus kissed her on the top of her head and tightened his arms around her. She was about to fall asleep and if he didn’t have his arms around her, she would have slid down to the floor. Ginny, having come up with them as a show of support for Zeporiap, had already drifted off into a blissful sleep on the couch Harry had conjured up for her.



Hermoine snapped her book shut with a smile. “I’ve found something that might work, but it’ll have to wait until next time. I need to look up a few things, but I think it might work. I’ll get it on parchment for you Professor, so that you can look over it.” Severus nodded.



“Very well, now, everyone off to bed. I will report back to the Headmaster what we’ve done so far.” Everyone began packing up their things. Harry and Ron picked up their bags, putting their books and supplies into them. Hermoine put her things away, making sure to mark the importanges ges in each book. Zeporiap did a quick cleaning charm around the room, waving her new wand with small flicks of her wrist. Severus made sure that everything in the room was in its original place because the room had to be exactly as it was or it would not appear when they came up the stairs—they learned this the hard way when one of Hermoine’s quills was left on the floor; the Headmaster had to come up and cast a charm to make the room reveal itself. This meant that the couch Ginny slept on had to be removed—Harry shrunk it down and put it in his bag for later use.



Stepping out of the room, Zeporiap closed the door. It immediately disappeared, changing into a wide bay window. Yawning again, she swayed sleepily on her feet. Seeing that she would have been in danger of slipping down the stairs, Severus picked her up and carried her.



Meeting at the bottom of the stairwell, the group decided on the next practice time. They all agreed to be there then, walked quietly down the hallways to the main corridor. By then Zeporiap had fallen asleep in Severus’s arms—he could tell by the soft little snuffle she always made on his chest as she slept. The group said their goodbyes and headed off to their respective areas of the castle for the night.





Little did they know that another group was making preparations of their own.















Barty Crouch Jr. stepped into the foyer of the worn down house. He was summoned, along with Lucius Malfoy, for an impromptu meeting away from the usual Death Eater gatherings. While he didn’t mind being summoned, it would have been much nicer if it had come at a more opportune time. He had just captured a most fetching little piece and was in the middle of “introducing himself” when his arm began to tingle. After locking his guest in a lovely caged cell, he apparated directly to the location of his master.



He was greeted by the annoying Pettigrew as he came inside. Curling his lip in disgust, he shoved the diminutive man aside and stepped into the presence of his master. He knelt and kissed the hem of his ornate robe.



“Ah, I see that you have arrived.” Voldemort hissed. Behind him, Nagini circled the room hissing and slithering to her heart’s content. Voldemort petted her when she moved forward to place her head on the arm of his chair. He said something to her and she responded. He smiled and made a shooing motion with his hand; she went back to her slithering and hissing around, obviously enjoying herself.



“So, have the plans been made?”



“Yes, my lord. The plans have been set. Once the girl has been found and her power drained, the attack will begin.”



“Good.” The Dark Lord sounded pleaseAs sAs soon as the girl could be found, he would be much closer to defeating Potter and Dumbledore. He could barely contain his excitement.



Barty bowed his head down, looking at the floor. He didn’t understand what the big deal with this girl was—as far as he could tell, she was just some muggle-born that his master had set his sights on. He sighed to himself, wondering when he could get back home to his delectable little prize. Hearing a crack in the air, he decided that she could wait.



Lucius Malfoy appeared into the little room. He knelt down and did the normal greeting routine that his master required. He nodded to Barty then, began his report.



“The plans have been set for the attack, my lord. We will attack on Friday before the graduation. That is the week after exams have been given. By then the girl’s powers will have been completely drained with ample time for you to adapt to them.” The Dark Lord smiled.



“And the girl? Has she been found?” He rubbed his hands together.



Lucius nodded. “Yes, she was spotted in muggle London a week ago. Apparently she was shopping. The only problem is that we were not able to grab her outright, my lord. She was attracting too much attention—constantly people turned to stare and approach her as she walked down the street.” He sighed longingly, remembering how close he had been to getting her back… He cleared his throat.



Voldemort laughed. “Yes, well beautiful women such as her are rare. No doubt, she attracted much attention—she is not someone that you would forget.”



His mind wandering back into the conversation, Barty caught the tail end of what was being said. If the woman was that beautiful, so much so that even his master made a remark about her, he would have to see this girl for himself. He paid attention when Lucius spoke again.



“The next time that she is found alone she will be taken immediately. Then, the process will begin.”



Voldemort nodded, smiling maliciously. “Good. Now, let us return to the Manor for the evening festivities.” He signaled over his shoulder. “Pettigrew, bring Nagini and summon this evening’s guests when we return to the Manor.”



Voldemort, Malfoy, and Crouch Jr. stood and disapparated, leaving the little house with loud distinct cracks.



Pettigrew cast a freezing charm on the large snake and disappeared with a crack. He just hoped that the snake wouldn’t try to eat him when he took the charm off of her—he’d be sure to run fast.











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WL1031: Oh… things are getting complex!



Jade: I know! I love it! *dances around* I can’t wait for the next chapter!



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Translations:



¿si?: Yes?



papi : Term of endearment, sort of like when some women say “Big Daddy”. But, this is a loose translation because it is slang.