The Expectant Detectives
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Chapter Thirteen
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Chapter Thirteen
It was hard to say who was more shocked. Severus when he found Hermione overseeing testing on the blood of the man who had broken into their rooms or Hermione when she was interrupted in mid-yell to Luna that she was waving her wand over the wrong caldron.
“What are you doing?” he asked her, as he was pulling her away from the testing area.
“Several tests on the blood,” she told him as she was dragging her heels. “There’s protective wards up and knowing Luna more than likely a muffling charm as well as she seems not to hear a thing I’ve been telling her.” She stopped her grumbling complaints and turned to him. “You’ll never figure out what we discovered so far.”
“What?” he asked.
“Whoever is doing this is using elf magic,” she told him. “It’s the only thing that makes sense. It’s how they were able to get the bodies into Malfoy Manor and how they were able to get into the school.”
He nodded slowly. “Anything else?”
“We’re trying to figure out whom it is by doing testing on the blood,” she explained to him, turning to walk back over to the doorway only to have him snag her arm and pull her back.
“What kind of testing?” he asked.
“Since we waited to do the testing there’s a possibility of being able to find out who the person is now that the polyjuice has worn off. If this in some way fails, there’s always a locating spell we can do. Trouble is that Luna, though proficient in spell and potions work, she’s driving me crazy with her unorthodox methods.” She forced herself to take a deep breath and inquired, “So what were you and Lucius able to find out from Fudge?”
“This will be difficult to believe, but he is actually putting together a rather excellent collection for the museum. It’s well rounded as well as comprehensive.” He rocked back on his heels and muttered, “I would never have expected it to be so, but apparently he’s on the right track.”
“Whom is he working with?” she questioned him. “Chances are Fudge is just the person presenting the show, like Barnum.”
“Barnum?”
“P.T. Barnum of Barnum and Bailey Circus,” she explained to him. “They were circus men in the 1800s. Barnum was the ringmaster. He was the man that pulled in all the people to watch the show. Made the big top something no one wanted to miss.” Hermione tilted her head, studying him. “And you didn’t ask the obvious question of who he was working with even knowing the man is no historian.”
“We didn’t ask,” he muttered. “But Lucius did ask about the hair brushes. We never did get a clear answer from him.” Severus frowned. “Or perhaps I just left my brain in some random location. I can’t believe I didn’t ask about his partner.”
Smiling she kissed his cheek, saying, “I’m just happy knowing that I’m not the only absentminded person at the moment.”
His arms went around her, picking her up and carrying her over to their bedroom. Dropping her to the bed, he looked down at her.
“Absentminded?” he asked, as he pulled out his wand.
“Yes, Ginny told me that it’s fairly common for pregnant women to go through what she referred to as pregnancy brain. It has something to do with the hormones I’m sure.” She lifted herself up and rested on her arms as she watched her husband getting undressed. “The idea of me being absentminded due to the pregnancy turned you on?”
“No,” he answered. “You turn me on without that help.”
Sitting up completely, she began undoing her shirt. Tossing it aside, Hermione began to reach around to undo her bra when Severus went to his knees on the bed. He stopped her from taking off anymore of her clothing and went to work doing it.
Lowering his mouth, he kissed a scar on Hermione’s shoulder. His lips lingered there, as his hands came around her. She had expected him to undo the bra. But in the next seconds he pulled her into a hug and buried his face into the side of her neck. Her arms went around him tightly, as she kissed his head. Hermione knew that he was upset about something, but she wasn’t going to push him into telling her, as it would only make him defensive.
His mouth moved so that he was soon peppering her face with kisses. Severus’s hands held her head, pressing his mouth to her forehead in a tender and loving kiss that had her trembling as he took her into his arms again. Every touch was a cherishing one, leaving Hermione breathless and needy for more.
When his mouth finally landed on her lips, the kiss he gave her was slow and intense. It lit a fire in her blood that had Hermione’s arms wrapping all the tighter around her husband. Soon enough she was trying to rip his clothing off, making her growl at the fact that she still had little to no skill to strip Severus with her bare hands. But when she attempted to search for her wand, he took up her arm. Pulling it back he kissed her palm, as he looked deeply into her passion drugged eyes.
“Patience, my sweet,” he breathed. “It is a virtue.” He set her hand down on his shoulder. “Didn’t you learn your lesson in the tale of the Tortoise and the Hare? Slow and steady wins the race.” He nuzzled Hermione’s neck. “Shall I show you?”
“Yes,” she sighed. “Please.”
“So polite,” he murmured, nibbling at her lips.
Her hands went shakily to the buttons on his shirt. Soon she had his shirt undone and she was kissing Severus’s chest even as she was pulling his shirt out of his pants. Hermione slid her hands over his skin, scars and all, and slid her hands around him. Pulling him all the closer, she absently wrapped her thigh over his thigh.
“Hmm, love,” Severus murmured. “Lift your hips for me.”
She did that and felt his long fingers sliding her skirt as well as her panties off. Rolling her over so that she was now on top of his prone form, he watched as she kicked them off completely. Severus watched as his witch undid his belt and pulled it free. Undoing his pants, she looked up to his eyes.
“Lift your hips,” she murmured hoarsely.
Severus did as she asked. But unlike Hermione, he let out a hiss when his boxers scraped down his harden sex. She leaned down, kissing the weeping head of his cock. It wasn’t until she licked slowly at the seam that he moved. Flipping her to her back, he moved so that he was face to face with her.
“Keep your eyes open,” he told her. “Keep them on my eyes.”
In a fluid movement, he was embedded within her. They made love slowly and with a grace that Hermione never thought herself possible of. But when she tried to speed him up, it didn’t work. Severus kept his slow pace only speeding up from time to time in minor bursts.
“Please…I need...” His hand slid between her thighs, pinching at the sensitive bud of her clit. He captured her mouth as she threw her head back, screaming her climax out like a song. Within seconds he too came as well, huskily grunting her name.
Minutes past with the lovers lying entwined with the other absently caressing the other's limp bodies. Kissing her forehead, he looked into her amber eyes.
“I love you,” Hermione told him.
Smiling he said, “You tell me that all the time.”
“I know. But some times I get the best of reminders that you love me as well and I have to tell you all over again.” She caressed his face. “It’s not always sex, though I’d be a fool not to point out that this was fantastic.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said smiling. “Thank you for the reminder.”
Burying his face into her hair, he breathed, “Anytime, my sweet.”
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Time once again for the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "Watching the Detectives" by Elvis Costello. Yummy cookies for whatever holiday you may be celebrating go out to SevBrandon (you're great at this game!) and arrabella for getting the answer correct. If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Time for the next song! " All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me / A little more reviews and a little less bark/ A little less fight and a little more bark" No clue for this one, because, people, if you don't know this man's work, you don't know rock 'n roll. Ouch! That's a clue! Okay I'll give you that much and no more! LOL! Have a great day everyone and to all my Jewish readers-- Happy Hanukah!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
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Chapter Thirteen
It was hard to say who was more shocked. Severus when he found Hermione overseeing testing on the blood of the man who had broken into their rooms or Hermione when she was interrupted in mid-yell to Luna that she was waving her wand over the wrong caldron.
“What are you doing?” he asked her, as he was pulling her away from the testing area.
“Several tests on the blood,” she told him as she was dragging her heels. “There’s protective wards up and knowing Luna more than likely a muffling charm as well as she seems not to hear a thing I’ve been telling her.” She stopped her grumbling complaints and turned to him. “You’ll never figure out what we discovered so far.”
“What?” he asked.
“Whoever is doing this is using elf magic,” she told him. “It’s the only thing that makes sense. It’s how they were able to get the bodies into Malfoy Manor and how they were able to get into the school.”
He nodded slowly. “Anything else?”
“We’re trying to figure out whom it is by doing testing on the blood,” she explained to him, turning to walk back over to the doorway only to have him snag her arm and pull her back.
“What kind of testing?” he asked.
“Since we waited to do the testing there’s a possibility of being able to find out who the person is now that the polyjuice has worn off. If this in some way fails, there’s always a locating spell we can do. Trouble is that Luna, though proficient in spell and potions work, she’s driving me crazy with her unorthodox methods.” She forced herself to take a deep breath and inquired, “So what were you and Lucius able to find out from Fudge?”
“This will be difficult to believe, but he is actually putting together a rather excellent collection for the museum. It’s well rounded as well as comprehensive.” He rocked back on his heels and muttered, “I would never have expected it to be so, but apparently he’s on the right track.”
“Whom is he working with?” she questioned him. “Chances are Fudge is just the person presenting the show, like Barnum.”
“Barnum?”
“P.T. Barnum of Barnum and Bailey Circus,” she explained to him. “They were circus men in the 1800s. Barnum was the ringmaster. He was the man that pulled in all the people to watch the show. Made the big top something no one wanted to miss.” Hermione tilted her head, studying him. “And you didn’t ask the obvious question of who he was working with even knowing the man is no historian.”
“We didn’t ask,” he muttered. “But Lucius did ask about the hair brushes. We never did get a clear answer from him.” Severus frowned. “Or perhaps I just left my brain in some random location. I can’t believe I didn’t ask about his partner.”
Smiling she kissed his cheek, saying, “I’m just happy knowing that I’m not the only absentminded person at the moment.”
His arms went around her, picking her up and carrying her over to their bedroom. Dropping her to the bed, he looked down at her.
“Absentminded?” he asked, as he pulled out his wand.
“Yes, Ginny told me that it’s fairly common for pregnant women to go through what she referred to as pregnancy brain. It has something to do with the hormones I’m sure.” She lifted herself up and rested on her arms as she watched her husband getting undressed. “The idea of me being absentminded due to the pregnancy turned you on?”
“No,” he answered. “You turn me on without that help.”
Sitting up completely, she began undoing her shirt. Tossing it aside, Hermione began to reach around to undo her bra when Severus went to his knees on the bed. He stopped her from taking off anymore of her clothing and went to work doing it.
Lowering his mouth, he kissed a scar on Hermione’s shoulder. His lips lingered there, as his hands came around her. She had expected him to undo the bra. But in the next seconds he pulled her into a hug and buried his face into the side of her neck. Her arms went around him tightly, as she kissed his head. Hermione knew that he was upset about something, but she wasn’t going to push him into telling her, as it would only make him defensive.
His mouth moved so that he was soon peppering her face with kisses. Severus’s hands held her head, pressing his mouth to her forehead in a tender and loving kiss that had her trembling as he took her into his arms again. Every touch was a cherishing one, leaving Hermione breathless and needy for more.
When his mouth finally landed on her lips, the kiss he gave her was slow and intense. It lit a fire in her blood that had Hermione’s arms wrapping all the tighter around her husband. Soon enough she was trying to rip his clothing off, making her growl at the fact that she still had little to no skill to strip Severus with her bare hands. But when she attempted to search for her wand, he took up her arm. Pulling it back he kissed her palm, as he looked deeply into her passion drugged eyes.
“Patience, my sweet,” he breathed. “It is a virtue.” He set her hand down on his shoulder. “Didn’t you learn your lesson in the tale of the Tortoise and the Hare? Slow and steady wins the race.” He nuzzled Hermione’s neck. “Shall I show you?”
“Yes,” she sighed. “Please.”
“So polite,” he murmured, nibbling at her lips.
Her hands went shakily to the buttons on his shirt. Soon she had his shirt undone and she was kissing Severus’s chest even as she was pulling his shirt out of his pants. Hermione slid her hands over his skin, scars and all, and slid her hands around him. Pulling him all the closer, she absently wrapped her thigh over his thigh.
“Hmm, love,” Severus murmured. “Lift your hips for me.”
She did that and felt his long fingers sliding her skirt as well as her panties off. Rolling her over so that she was now on top of his prone form, he watched as she kicked them off completely. Severus watched as his witch undid his belt and pulled it free. Undoing his pants, she looked up to his eyes.
“Lift your hips,” she murmured hoarsely.
Severus did as she asked. But unlike Hermione, he let out a hiss when his boxers scraped down his harden sex. She leaned down, kissing the weeping head of his cock. It wasn’t until she licked slowly at the seam that he moved. Flipping her to her back, he moved so that he was face to face with her.
“Keep your eyes open,” he told her. “Keep them on my eyes.”
In a fluid movement, he was embedded within her. They made love slowly and with a grace that Hermione never thought herself possible of. But when she tried to speed him up, it didn’t work. Severus kept his slow pace only speeding up from time to time in minor bursts.
“Please…I need...” His hand slid between her thighs, pinching at the sensitive bud of her clit. He captured her mouth as she threw her head back, screaming her climax out like a song. Within seconds he too came as well, huskily grunting her name.
Minutes past with the lovers lying entwined with the other absently caressing the other's limp bodies. Kissing her forehead, he looked into her amber eyes.
“I love you,” Hermione told him.
Smiling he said, “You tell me that all the time.”
“I know. But some times I get the best of reminders that you love me as well and I have to tell you all over again.” She caressed his face. “It’s not always sex, though I’d be a fool not to point out that this was fantastic.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said smiling. “Thank you for the reminder.”
Burying his face into her hair, he breathed, “Anytime, my sweet.”
***
Time once again for the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "Watching the Detectives" by Elvis Costello. Yummy cookies for whatever holiday you may be celebrating go out to SevBrandon (you're great at this game!) and arrabella for getting the answer correct. If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Time for the next song! " All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me / A little more reviews and a little less bark/ A little less fight and a little more bark" No clue for this one, because, people, if you don't know this man's work, you don't know rock 'n roll. Ouch! That's a clue! Okay I'll give you that much and no more! LOL! Have a great day everyone and to all my Jewish readers-- Happy Hanukah!