#7 ~ The Ghost and Lady Snape
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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32
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20,774
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261
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A Scheduled Meeting
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR (except Marcus Delaluci). All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 16 ~ A Scheduled Meeting
Hermione and Severus awoke around noon the next day. Hermione’s nightmares ceased the moment her husband joined her in bed and she slept peacefully. They roused themselves, stretching languorously in each other’s arms, black eyes meeting amber. Severus kissed his wife and held her close, so close in fact that Hermione pushed back so she could breathe.
“Sorry,” he said shortly, his eyes searching her face intently.
“What are you doing, Severus?” she asked.
His eyes continued to move over her face. “Memorizing you,” he replied
She looked at him.
“You’re afraid, aren’t you Severus?” she asked softly.
“Only for you,” he replied, “this is so dangerous. So many things can go wrong.”
“We can do this, Severus. We’ve faced death before together, and against the odds, we survived. We can survive this too, if we prepare, fight hard and trust in each other,” she said, caressing his face tenderly. He caught her hand and brought her palm to his mouth, kissing it gently.
“I would fight anyone or anything for you, Hermione, no matter the odds,” he said sincerely.
“I know. And I would battle a thousand Alistars for you,” she replied.
They lay there and looked at each other for a long moment. Then Hermione snorted back a giggle.
“We’re a pretty formidable couple, aren’t we? We’ll fight anybody, anywhere, anytime. Ghosts. Deatheaters. Dark Lords. Serial Killers. Maybe we should be mercenaries for hire on the side.”
Severus gave her a wry smile, and moved in a little closer, his eyes glittering.
“Now, that’s an idea. Maybe we should practice our locks and holds,” he suggested, nuzzling her neck in a meaningful way. Hermione laughed and pulled away, sitting up on the side of the bed and looking over her shoulder at him.
“Severus, I believe that we have generated enough afterglow to protect us for a hundred years,” she grinned at him, “what we need to do is get up and start preparing the room of requirement to accommodate our bodies while we are floating about in the astral plane,” she said, rising and heading for the loo.
“How can we prepare the room of requirement?” Severus called after her, “It prepares itself…it knows what we need before we even realize we need it.”
Silence answered him. Then the loo flushed and he heard water running in the sink, then scrubbing. She was brushing her teeth. After a few minutes she came out, and put her hands on her hips, looking at him.
“That’s beside the point. I for one would be more comfortable if I could see what we need before hand, maybe spend some time in the room to ease the nervousness. Actually, I think we need to meet with Marcus there. This is the last day we have to get ourselves right. Tomorrow we go after Alistar. We should be comfortable with our surroundings before drinking the potion,” she said.
Severus sighed and rolled out of the bed, wincing at the cold stone floor as his bare feet hit it.
“All right, wife. We shall dress, go grab a bite to eat, floo Marcus and head for the room of requirement. Does that satisfy my Lady?”
Hermione smiled. “Yes it does.”
Severus made one more attempt, “Is there anything else needed to satisfy my Lady?” he asked hopefully.
“No, that will be all,” Hermione smiled slyly, “for now.”
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Hermione and Severus dressed, and made it to the Great Hall before lunch was over. When they walked in the Hall was almost empty, everyone having eaten and gone on their way. A few stragglers remained, one of them, Marcus Delaluci, who was nursing a pumpkin juice. He looked toward the couple and gave a slight nod. Hermione nodded back equally as slight. It still galled her to have to count on Marcus. Severus simply eyed the blonde wizard, then ordered his lunch. Spaghetti and meatballs, with crusty bread and a salad. Hermione had a chef’s salad with Swiss cheese, ham and French dressing. Finishing his pumpkin juice, Marcus rose and made to walk past the couple. Severus stopped him with a pale hand.
“Mr. Delaluci, would you mind meeting us in the room of requirement after lunch? Considering the magnitude of our undertaking, it would be good for us to familiarize ourselves with the surroundings beforehand,” he stated.
Marcus looked at the hand in front of him a moment. Severus lowered it.
“Sure,” Marcus replied, “and I’ll bring Peeves too. He can give us a little firsthand rundown of what to expect when we enter the plane.”
“Good idea,” said Hermione before she could catch herself. She didn’t mean to praise anything the oaf did. The mortified look in her eye made Marcus grin crookedly.
“Why, thank you Lady Snape, for the compliment,” he gloated, knowing full well Hermione didn’t want to acknowledge his contributions openly.
Hermione harrumphed and fell silent. Marcus smiled broadly.
“I’ll see you both in about forty-five minutes,” he said, and exited the hall. Marcus walked to the closest floo and used it to arrive at Albus’ office. Peeves was floating in a corner of the room, muttering to himself about dark wizards and blackmail. Again, Marcus grinned.
“Hey Peeves,” he called to the poltergeist, who looked at him with red-rimmed eyes, “Get your ectoplasm in gear. You have a date in the room of requirement in forty minutes.”
The headmaster said I could stay here,” Peeves whimpered, “so I can be available to him.”
Marcus eyed the poltergeist, his expression serious, bordering on angry.
“The only reason you’re here, you gelatinous mass of misbehavior, is because you are needed by us to accomplish our task. Now, we need you to come to the room of requirement so we can pick whatever passes for brains in that bloated head of yours,” Marcus said as he pulled out his wand.
“Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way,” Marcus said, tapping his wand into his palm meaningfully. “and the hard way will be painful, I assure you.”
Peeves looked at the wizard reproachfully. “You are a bad wizard,” the poltergeist said, frowning at Marcus.
“Yes I am. And it took years of work to become one. I don’t intend to let all this badness go to waste. I am actually hoping you won’t cooperate. Causing pain to those who don’t cooperate with me is one of my favorite things, after all,” Marcus smiled unpleasantly.
The poltergeist slumped. “Fine, I’ll come with you. But don’t expect much.”
The wizard’s eyes telescoped. “I expect answers, Peeves, and you will give them,” Marcus replied, a dangerous edge to his voice, “My life probably depends on your answers, so if you become forgetful, I will find a way to spark your memory.” He tapped his wand against his thigh when he said this, and sparks flew out the end for emphasis.
The poltergeist said nothing. He simply drifted in the air in Dumbledore’s office as Marcus went in the guest room to change out of his robes into something less restrictive, blue jeans and a form-fitting wife-beater t-shirt. Too bad there weren’t any ladies around. They would have eaten him up. Well, he would be in the presence of one Lady, but he was quite sure in her case she would like to chew him up and spit him out without even tasting him. He grinned His sexy dress would not meet with either Hermione’s or Severus’ approval. More reason to wear it.
He slapped on some scent and with Peeves in tow, literally since he put an invisible ecto-leash on the poltergeist with a flick of his wand in case he chickened out, he stepped through the floo and reappeared in the hall of the room of requirement.
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Alistar was in the dismal lower regions of the castle, where the records were kept. He was in a foul mood but decided to lay low for a while. He was sure the Ancient had come to the rooms purposely to drive him out. He didn’t fear him greatly however. Only his presence could affect him. He did not have the power to destroy him. He was bound to the earth by blood and by Hermione’s power. Those bonds could only be broken by the ones to whom he connected. The dragon-spawn wizard was one blood link, but the strongest link was the blood of the muggle-born witches, who were all dead. There was no way to break that link, as far as he knew. The ancient was an irritant, that\'s all.
Hermione was his main desire. Alistar lusted after her, and needed to touch her darkness to drain her fully of her power and her blood. Her flesh was so warm, her taste almost as good as blood, so intimately rich with her essence. Her husband had arrived at the most inopportune time, when he was drinking from her heated orifice. He wished he could have killed the man. It would have made things much easier.
Alistar needed to enter Hermione, possess her, experience the depth of her body and her fear, then he could draw from her all he needed. He would be strong enough to begin his work again…only better because he could strike anywhere, unfettered by physical limitations, but able to interact in the physical world. For now, he would bide his time. The mudblood witch would be available soon. He could sense her now, moving through the castle with her husband. He would wait for the perfect time to strike.
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A/N: Am working towards the battle. Please review.
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Chapter 16 ~ A Scheduled Meeting
Hermione and Severus awoke around noon the next day. Hermione’s nightmares ceased the moment her husband joined her in bed and she slept peacefully. They roused themselves, stretching languorously in each other’s arms, black eyes meeting amber. Severus kissed his wife and held her close, so close in fact that Hermione pushed back so she could breathe.
“Sorry,” he said shortly, his eyes searching her face intently.
“What are you doing, Severus?” she asked.
His eyes continued to move over her face. “Memorizing you,” he replied
She looked at him.
“You’re afraid, aren’t you Severus?” she asked softly.
“Only for you,” he replied, “this is so dangerous. So many things can go wrong.”
“We can do this, Severus. We’ve faced death before together, and against the odds, we survived. We can survive this too, if we prepare, fight hard and trust in each other,” she said, caressing his face tenderly. He caught her hand and brought her palm to his mouth, kissing it gently.
“I would fight anyone or anything for you, Hermione, no matter the odds,” he said sincerely.
“I know. And I would battle a thousand Alistars for you,” she replied.
They lay there and looked at each other for a long moment. Then Hermione snorted back a giggle.
“We’re a pretty formidable couple, aren’t we? We’ll fight anybody, anywhere, anytime. Ghosts. Deatheaters. Dark Lords. Serial Killers. Maybe we should be mercenaries for hire on the side.”
Severus gave her a wry smile, and moved in a little closer, his eyes glittering.
“Now, that’s an idea. Maybe we should practice our locks and holds,” he suggested, nuzzling her neck in a meaningful way. Hermione laughed and pulled away, sitting up on the side of the bed and looking over her shoulder at him.
“Severus, I believe that we have generated enough afterglow to protect us for a hundred years,” she grinned at him, “what we need to do is get up and start preparing the room of requirement to accommodate our bodies while we are floating about in the astral plane,” she said, rising and heading for the loo.
“How can we prepare the room of requirement?” Severus called after her, “It prepares itself…it knows what we need before we even realize we need it.”
Silence answered him. Then the loo flushed and he heard water running in the sink, then scrubbing. She was brushing her teeth. After a few minutes she came out, and put her hands on her hips, looking at him.
“That’s beside the point. I for one would be more comfortable if I could see what we need before hand, maybe spend some time in the room to ease the nervousness. Actually, I think we need to meet with Marcus there. This is the last day we have to get ourselves right. Tomorrow we go after Alistar. We should be comfortable with our surroundings before drinking the potion,” she said.
Severus sighed and rolled out of the bed, wincing at the cold stone floor as his bare feet hit it.
“All right, wife. We shall dress, go grab a bite to eat, floo Marcus and head for the room of requirement. Does that satisfy my Lady?”
Hermione smiled. “Yes it does.”
Severus made one more attempt, “Is there anything else needed to satisfy my Lady?” he asked hopefully.
“No, that will be all,” Hermione smiled slyly, “for now.”
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Hermione and Severus dressed, and made it to the Great Hall before lunch was over. When they walked in the Hall was almost empty, everyone having eaten and gone on their way. A few stragglers remained, one of them, Marcus Delaluci, who was nursing a pumpkin juice. He looked toward the couple and gave a slight nod. Hermione nodded back equally as slight. It still galled her to have to count on Marcus. Severus simply eyed the blonde wizard, then ordered his lunch. Spaghetti and meatballs, with crusty bread and a salad. Hermione had a chef’s salad with Swiss cheese, ham and French dressing. Finishing his pumpkin juice, Marcus rose and made to walk past the couple. Severus stopped him with a pale hand.
“Mr. Delaluci, would you mind meeting us in the room of requirement after lunch? Considering the magnitude of our undertaking, it would be good for us to familiarize ourselves with the surroundings beforehand,” he stated.
Marcus looked at the hand in front of him a moment. Severus lowered it.
“Sure,” Marcus replied, “and I’ll bring Peeves too. He can give us a little firsthand rundown of what to expect when we enter the plane.”
“Good idea,” said Hermione before she could catch herself. She didn’t mean to praise anything the oaf did. The mortified look in her eye made Marcus grin crookedly.
“Why, thank you Lady Snape, for the compliment,” he gloated, knowing full well Hermione didn’t want to acknowledge his contributions openly.
Hermione harrumphed and fell silent. Marcus smiled broadly.
“I’ll see you both in about forty-five minutes,” he said, and exited the hall. Marcus walked to the closest floo and used it to arrive at Albus’ office. Peeves was floating in a corner of the room, muttering to himself about dark wizards and blackmail. Again, Marcus grinned.
“Hey Peeves,” he called to the poltergeist, who looked at him with red-rimmed eyes, “Get your ectoplasm in gear. You have a date in the room of requirement in forty minutes.”
The headmaster said I could stay here,” Peeves whimpered, “so I can be available to him.”
Marcus eyed the poltergeist, his expression serious, bordering on angry.
“The only reason you’re here, you gelatinous mass of misbehavior, is because you are needed by us to accomplish our task. Now, we need you to come to the room of requirement so we can pick whatever passes for brains in that bloated head of yours,” Marcus said as he pulled out his wand.
“Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way,” Marcus said, tapping his wand into his palm meaningfully. “and the hard way will be painful, I assure you.”
Peeves looked at the wizard reproachfully. “You are a bad wizard,” the poltergeist said, frowning at Marcus.
“Yes I am. And it took years of work to become one. I don’t intend to let all this badness go to waste. I am actually hoping you won’t cooperate. Causing pain to those who don’t cooperate with me is one of my favorite things, after all,” Marcus smiled unpleasantly.
The poltergeist slumped. “Fine, I’ll come with you. But don’t expect much.”
The wizard’s eyes telescoped. “I expect answers, Peeves, and you will give them,” Marcus replied, a dangerous edge to his voice, “My life probably depends on your answers, so if you become forgetful, I will find a way to spark your memory.” He tapped his wand against his thigh when he said this, and sparks flew out the end for emphasis.
The poltergeist said nothing. He simply drifted in the air in Dumbledore’s office as Marcus went in the guest room to change out of his robes into something less restrictive, blue jeans and a form-fitting wife-beater t-shirt. Too bad there weren’t any ladies around. They would have eaten him up. Well, he would be in the presence of one Lady, but he was quite sure in her case she would like to chew him up and spit him out without even tasting him. He grinned His sexy dress would not meet with either Hermione’s or Severus’ approval. More reason to wear it.
He slapped on some scent and with Peeves in tow, literally since he put an invisible ecto-leash on the poltergeist with a flick of his wand in case he chickened out, he stepped through the floo and reappeared in the hall of the room of requirement.
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Alistar was in the dismal lower regions of the castle, where the records were kept. He was in a foul mood but decided to lay low for a while. He was sure the Ancient had come to the rooms purposely to drive him out. He didn’t fear him greatly however. Only his presence could affect him. He did not have the power to destroy him. He was bound to the earth by blood and by Hermione’s power. Those bonds could only be broken by the ones to whom he connected. The dragon-spawn wizard was one blood link, but the strongest link was the blood of the muggle-born witches, who were all dead. There was no way to break that link, as far as he knew. The ancient was an irritant, that\'s all.
Hermione was his main desire. Alistar lusted after her, and needed to touch her darkness to drain her fully of her power and her blood. Her flesh was so warm, her taste almost as good as blood, so intimately rich with her essence. Her husband had arrived at the most inopportune time, when he was drinking from her heated orifice. He wished he could have killed the man. It would have made things much easier.
Alistar needed to enter Hermione, possess her, experience the depth of her body and her fear, then he could draw from her all he needed. He would be strong enough to begin his work again…only better because he could strike anywhere, unfettered by physical limitations, but able to interact in the physical world. For now, he would bide his time. The mudblood witch would be available soon. He could sense her now, moving through the castle with her husband. He would wait for the perfect time to strike.
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A/N: Am working towards the battle. Please review.