If You Go Down To The Woods Today

Catysmom: Sorry about the length of time for the update. I had a very bad bout of the cold and possibly slight flu. Here’s the update.



Mary: If only ... but Lucius is not very er ... lucid when it comes to his emotions.



BuffyXO: No, the girl is not Ginny. And yes, all Hermione needs are those three little words. Draco features a little in this chapter. I’ll try.



Wicraven: Thank you. I am pleased you like the story.



Lilbitbord: I agree, Harry Potter is being a prat but then again I feel that he was a bit of a prat in HBP. I hated his attitude in that story. If I was Dumbledore I would have thwacked him for a few times. I hope you like this chapter.



Dee Dee: It’s not so much as a change in his personality but more like taking the poker out of his backside. And I think you’ll be dancing with joy at this chapter.



La Bibliographe: Well, I have to protect Severus, no-one else seems to. Yes, the Baron does have a lot to answer for but he has his reasons. I think you’ll find that Hermione was prepared to screw any man that came along. She wanted to lose her virginity and Lucius was there at the right time at the right place, which was the Baron’s idea. No, it isn’t the pregnancy hormones. Snape is just very good with seduction. And no, Snape hasn’t been sleeping with McGonnagall, how dare you cast that slur on them. And you better believe that story baby, because it’s true. Lily was wearing a long robe at the time as it was a very cold day.



Amanda: Here is the update. I will email you. I did send emails to everyone once but I stopped doing that. Do you have IM?



DB1: Well, yep. I love Severus myself. I hope you like this chapter.

Whoever Said Red and Green Shouldn’t be Seen



Harry sat at the far end of the Gryffindor table giving his old friends a murderous look. He watched as that Parkinson slut wriggled around on Ron’s lap as he was feeding her some grapes at the breakfast table. He watched as Ron snuggled his nose in her neck.



“Ron, stop it!” she giggled. “Please,” she pleaded. “Do you want the whole school to know we’re sleeping together?”



“Why don’t you say it a little louder? I am a Weasley and I have the hottest girl in the school!” He turned to look at Draco. Draco shook his head.



His attention was on a certain brunette. He had plans to spend the entire day with her at The Three Broomsticks. He even ran through a scenario of taking her upstairs and sleeping with her. He smirked a little until he looked at his father. No, he couldn’t do that. Although, he couldn’t stop thinking about her, he wanted her so much.



He walked over to Ron, Pansy, and Hermione. He patted Hermione on the shoulder and she looked up.



“Want to leave now?”



“Sure,” Hermione said. She turned to Ron and Pansy. “See you guys later.”



“Hmm,” Ron said.



“Never mind,” she said smiling at them. She looked at her escort. She took his arm and walked past Harry.



“Later loser!” he murmured as he looked at Harry. Harry looked at his old enemy and wanted nothing more to punch the blond guy.



“Stop it, Draco, we’ve argued before. We’ll make up, don’t worry.”



“Oh I like it at the moment. It means I have you all to myself,” Draco whispered in her ear. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed his fingers into her flesh. “Come with me sweetheart!” he whispered hungrily.



Hermione blushed a little. Draco’s sentence could mean so much more. They walked out of the school grounds in silence. Draco kept looking around the scenery.



“Look,” he said. “I know I promised that I wouldn’t bring it up,” he exclaimed. They were now sitting in the pub.



“Look, I know what you’re going to say. If your father wants me that badly, he’s going to have to do the chasing. I’m fed up with you asking me questions. I know what you’re up to.”



Draco sat back. “You do?”



“Yes,” Hermione said. “Do you think I’m stupid?”



“No,” Draco sighed. “Look, he doesn’t know how to show his feelings. He doesn’t tell me he loves me – and yet I know he does. Doesn’t just knowing help?”



Hermione sighed and Rosmerta walked up to the table. She had one hand on her hip and another was holding a pad with a brown quill hovering by her ear.



“What can I get you two?”



“I’ll have a butterbeer, and the lady will have pumpkin juice,” Draco said.



“What?” Hermione asked.



“Pumpkin juice,” he said.



Rosmerta looked at Draco, and then winked at Hermione. “I get you, love. Got to look after the next generation eh?”



Hermione scowled darkly at Draco. “Yes, we do, don’t we, darling?”



Draco winced. Rosmerta walked away smiling. She had never guessed that those two would end up together. She went behind the bar and pulled the drinks.



“What was that about?” Hermione asked.



“Look, you can’t pretend you’re not pregnant, Hermione.”



“Butterbeer is practically water!”



“It’s got alcohol in it,” Draco said. “I am afraid that you can’t drink any alcohol for the next nine months.”



“Say’s who?”



“Say’s me,” Draco replied.



Hermione slouched in her seat and folded her arms underneath her breasts, they were pushed up and Draco’s eyes widened. He shook his head.



“Here’s your drinks love,” Rosmerta said. “Anything else?”



“Not yet,” Draco replied.



Rosmerta walked away from the scene. Draco began sipping his butterbeer. He tried not to look at the girl in front of him. Why did his father have to get there first? It was not fair. He smiled at her.



“Okay,” she said picking up her pumpkin juice. “What are you thinking now?”



“I’m just thinking that it’s just my luck that my father got there first.”



Hermione giggled. “Hmm, and the fact that we were at school together for five years and you had ample opportunity to ask me out then.”



Draco grinned impishly. “Well, nobody’s perfect.”



Hermione shook her head trying to resist the urge to laugh. If she had said that to either Harry or Ron they would have spouted all sorts of excuses. It was quite refreshing in a way.



“Well, I am enjoying this pumpkin juice,” she said as she took a sip.



Draco took another sip of his butterbeer. “I have to answer a call of nature,” he said. Hermione nodded.



He slipped off to the back and Hermione almost reached for his butterbeer to take a sip of it.



“I’m surprised at you, Miss Granger,” a silky voice said. Hermione jumped.



“Severus?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said. “May I?”



She looked up and he slid into the benches. “Draco was sitting there!”



“He can sit next to you,” Severus replied. “Or, maybe he can find somewhere else to sit.”



“Severus, what are you doing here?” she asked.



He sighed. He moved the drinks aside and leant over and reached out to touch her hand. “I’m here because I heard you were going to be here.”



Hermione rolled her eyes. “Look, Draco and I are friends now. In fact I think that maybe I should have tried to become his friend in the first place. He’s actually great.”



“Hermione, can we go upstairs?” he asked her.



“What?”



“Now!”



He got up and walked her side of the table and dragged her up. Thankfully the Three Broomsticks was not full as yet. He took her to the bar and paid for a room. He dragged her through a door and pulled her up the stairs and found the room. He thrust her into the room and shut the door.



“Okay,” she said rubbing her wrists and circling her shoulders. “Can you please explain what that was all about?”



Severus sighed and sat on the bed. “I can’t live without you.”



“What?” she asked stunned. She blinked, shook her head and blinked again. “Have you been hanging around Potions fumes again?”



“Very funny, Hermione,” Severus said sarcastically. She walked over to the bed and sat next to him. “I love you, Hermione!”



Hermione’s jaw dropped wide open.



~*~*~



Draco came back to their table and found Hermione had disappeared. He went to the bar and whistled at Rosmerta. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.



“Where’s Hermione?” he asked.



“She’s upstairs with Severus.”



Draco ground his teeth together and scowled. “What room?”



“Room 19,” she answered.



He walked to the door and opened it. He was about to stride up the stairs when he heard Potter’s voice.



“Making Granger more of a slut?” he asked.



Draco turned around and looked at the Boy Who Was Being An Idiot and shook his head. “You know the one that has the small mind right now is you, Potter.”



He turned around but he was slammed into the wall. Harry took hold of his blond hair and swerved Draco to face him. He laid a punch on Draco so hard that Draco rebounded off the wall before sliding down leaving a trail of blood down the wall.



“Out!” Rosmerta exclaimed. “Potter, out!”



Harry looked around the room. Ron and Pansy had just walked in and Pansy screamed at the sight of blood.



“Fine! Serve whom you like!” he snarled.



He went out of the room. Standing customers parted like the Red Sea to allow him to go.



~*~*~



“What was that?” Hermione asked as the vibrations bounced upwards to their room.



“Just some idiot students brawling,” Snape said.



Hermione looked at him. She walked to the door. “I’m just going to see what’s happened.”



“Leave it,” Severus replied. “I want to sort this out once and for all. We need to talk.”



Hermione’s shoulders drooped and she let her hand slip from the door handle. He got up off the bed and drew aside her hair and bent down. “I love you, Hermione Granger,” he whispered hungrily in her ear.



He wrapped an arm around her waist and stroked up her stomach. It caused an ache in her abdomen. She murmured. “Do you really?”



“Yes,” he murmured. He placed his lips on the sensitive spot under her ear and sucked the lobe. “Gods, Hermione, you drive me wild.”



She leant against him and wrapped an arm around his neck. He raised one of his huge hands to her lovely, round breasts and covered it with his hand massaging it in his hand.



“But what about?”



“Don’t worry,” he said. “I love you; everything to do with you!”



Hermione’s flesh quivered under him. “Oh, Severus,” she breathed.



She felt him press his erection into her back and she groaned. The other hand was sliding into her skirt and he attacked her uncovered vagina harshly. He began to drown his fingers in her sex.



“I want you,” he said hungrily.



She moved around in his arms and pushed him on the bed. “Me to, Severus.”



He took off her top and she tore his shirt open and he was about to ravish her mouth when someone walked into the room. That someone was Rosmerta. She arched an eyebrow at this lascivious scene but decided to keep her mouth shut for the time being.



“Mr Malfoy’s bleeding in my pub,” she said. “Harry Potter punched him for no reason.”



“Damn!” Severus hissed. “Stay here, I’ll be right back. Stay with her Rosmerta.”



“It’s my bloody pub, Severus!”



“Please?”

“All right, I can see you’re good at pulling pints,” she looked at Hermione who had gathered her top and had put it back on.



Severus walked down the stairs. Once he was gone Rosmerta turned to Hermione.



“Okay, sweetums, what’s going on eh?”



“What?”



“I thought you were with Draco Malfoy,” she said. “I come in here and find your balancing on Snape’s balls. Not that I blame you of course, dearie, but when your boyfriend is downstairs? That takes the biscuit. I tell you this straight, if this was that sort of establishment you’d be good at making me a packet!”



“I am just friends with Draco,” she sighed. “But Severus is my lover. That wasn’t our first time.”



“Oh,” the Landlady said. “That makes this all right then does it?”



“No,” Hermione sighed.



“I’ve seen my share of relationships, hon, and believe me you’d be better off with a man nearer your own age. I went for an older guy and it completely backfired. He cared more about his stupid goats than anything else.”



Hermione turned to Rosmerta. “You were in love with Aberforth Dumbledore?”



“Yep,” Rosmerta said. “Stupid twit that he was. I thought he was sensitive, sweet, nice, until – bam! that goat came into our lives.”



“What did he do with that goat?”



“I don’t know, and I never asked. He was always thinking of some silly experiment to do with it though.”



“Severus isn’t like that though,” Hermione sighed.



“Not yet anyway,” Rosmerta sighed. “And you’re pregnant to.”



“I am that,” Hermione sighed.



“Snape’s the father?”



“No, Lucius is.”



Rosmerta sat down on the bed. She wrapped an arm around the younger girls shoulder. “Lucius as in – Lucius Malfoy – Lucius?”



“Yes,” Hermione sighed. “And he’s still my lover to.”



Rosmerta shook her head. “Sounds like someone’s got a dad fetish.”



Hermione groaned. “Tell me about it. And it’s not as if it’s not a new thing either. My mother, her mother, and her mother before her married their Professors. But neither had TWO to choose from.”



Rosmerta chewed the inside of her lip. “Okay, that makes more sense I suppose. You do realise what the law states.”



“I do,” Hermione sighed. “But what about my heart?”



“What does your heart say?” Rosmerta asked.



“Seriously, if I had a choice?” Rosmerta nodded and Hermione looked at a dusty picture hanging on the far wall. “I’d marry Severus.”



“Why?”



“Because we have much more in common,” Hermione sighed. “Besides, he has lost out on so much and I want to give him something in return.”



The Landlady sighed. “Following the heart ain’t always a good thing. What about that child when it wants to get married? Granted, if it’s a girl it shouldn’t really be a problem. She’ll change her name anyway. If it’s a boy though, that may cause difficulties.”



“I know,” the younger woman sighed. “It’s just that I am more sure of my happiness with Severus than I am with Lucius.”



“Okay, but don’t you think that you might be happier with someone else?”



“No!” Hermione exclaimed. “It’s definitely either of those two. I have always had a crush on Severus. As for Lucius, well, he’s good looking, and rich and – and – and the father of this child.”



“The law is the law, Hermione, you can’t fight against it!”



Hermione chewed her lower lip and folded her arms across her chest. “Is it though?”



“What?”



“Well, maybe it’s about time for a change,” she said. “Laws can change you’ve just got to be tough about it.”



Rosmerta sighed and removed her arm from Hermione’s shoulders. “You can try. But don’t think you’re the first Witch to try and do this. It’s well nigh impossible to change that law.”



“Yeah, well, there was a time when I thought flying on broomsticks was well nigh impossible.”



“I’m just warning you that’s all.”



Hermione tilted her head sideways. Zacharias Smith would certainly want to help. She couldn’t see him wanting to marry Lavender Brown any more than Ron did. Zacharias may be an idiot at times but there was a spark there of some sort of intelligence. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice Severus come back.



“You all right?” he asked.



“Hmm,” she said. She looked up at him and her face beamed. “Oh, Severus, I was just thinking.”



“About what?”



“What if we could find a way to be together?”



“I highly doubt that there is a loophole in that law.”



“No, I’m going to change it!”



Severus smirk spread wide across his face. “And why do you wish to do that, Hermione?”



Hermione lowered her eyes and blushed. “So I can marry you.”



He strode up to her and pushed her on the bed. He straddled her waist and pinned her arms above her head.



“You have just earned Gryffindor a hundred points, Miss Granger!” She giggled. He ripped her top off this time and lifted her skirt up. “Now, where shall I start on this sumptuous meal?” he asked aloud.



Hermione sighed. He could start anywhere he liked. She had a plan now.



A/N = Well, looks like Lucius is going to have step up and say those three magic words now. And Aberforth and Rosmerta? Well, that was a couple that surprised me. What is everyone’s thought on those two? Shall I expand on them?