The Guardian of Slytherin
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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25
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18,427
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126
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Chapter Sixteen
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Chapter Sixteen
“Care for a drink?” Regulus asked Harry, startling him out of his thinking.
Looking over to the tall man, he reminded him much of Sirius, only was slightly broader whereas his godfather was wiry. He stood up straight, feeling his back protesting. How long had he been bent over like that looking at the fire, he wondered as he rubbed at his neck.
“Yeah, that would be nice,” Harry answered quietly. “How is it that you’re alive?”
Smiling Regulus went over to the bar saying, “I was brought back to protect Hermione.” He poured two tumblers with three fingers of Old Ogden’s. Picking one up, he held it out to Potter. “It would seem that my self sacrifice in the attempt to bring down the dark lord showed my worth.”
Harry took the drink from him. “Who brought you back to life? Was it the founders of Hogwarts? How…”
Holding up his hand, Regulus was laughing as he said, “Merlin, but you have a lot a questions.” Taking a sip of his drink, he went over and sat down at one of the wingback chairs near the fire. “Come join me. Let’s pretend to be civil.”
“I thought we were,” Harry said as he sat down in the other chair. “Well?”
“Even I only know so much,” Regulus murmured. “That being said, let’s start with what I can tell you, shall we?” He thought it over. “To my knowledge it wasn’t the founders that brought me back to life. They were the ones that made the convincing argument to allow it all to happen though, if that counts for anything.”
“But who is responsible for everything that has happened?” Harry asked.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to answer who is responsible for all magic?” Rabastan said as he joined them. “Ours is not to question it, but to use it wisely.”
“Who’s to say that whomever Hermione is channeling isn’t some dark demon?”
“Would a dark or evil entity be going about judging and doing away with the very same witches and wizards who would be their strongest allies?” Regulus asked him. “Would the very same darkness bring back me, someone who’s already proved that they are willing to be killed to help do away with Voldemort?”
“I hadn’t thought of that,” Harry whispered.
“Something tells me you haven’t done a lot of deep thought lately,” Rabastan told him laughing to himself. “Shagging a straight man? Why? Was it because he was safe or what you knew?”
Harry’s face went red. “I already admitted I made a mistake.”
Regulus nodded. “That he did. Better that he learn his lesson the hard way than not at all I say.” He studied the younger wizard a second. “The difficulty with having made mistakes as you have demonstrated, Mr. Potter, is that the nice men that would have looked at you twice won’t do so now.”
Rabastan nodded. “Too true. Even Draco, lovely piece of eye candy he is, won’t take a second glance at you now.
“What with your willingness to overlook the feelings of people you call family, who wouldn’t be cautious?” Regulus said, standing up. He set his drink on the mantel place and went over to Harry. “Fortunately for you we couldn’t care less.” He pulled Harry to his feet. “It’s late and I haven’t it in me to seduce you.”
“Neither do I,” Rabastan said, taking Harry’s drink from him and set it next to Regulus’s on the mantel. “That being said let’s go to bed.”
“You expect me to shag you both at the drop of a hat?” Harry demanded. He sounded outraged at the suggestion, but also ever the slightest bit intrigued as well.
“What we expect,” Regulus said, leaning in close to him. “Is for you to submit, not because we expect it, but because it’s your nature.”
“This doesn’t mean we expect you to be powerless,” Rabastan breathed, startling Harry with how close he was and never noticed before. “If anything, sweet pet, you would have more power than you know what to do with.”
“I-I…” Harry stammered.
“Tell us what you want,” Regulus murmured. “And it is yours.”
“Take me to bed,” Harry rushed out.
“Good boy,” Rabastan said, throwing him over his shoulder in a firemen’s lift and they went on their way.
***
Hermione stood outside looking at the stars. Sleep had come and gone, but never as long as she felt she needed. She had tried to eat, but only managed to get a few bites into her stomach before the thought of more food made her ill. She had contemplated a conversation with Severus, but he was sound asleep. He needed his rest, Hermione thought with a sigh and decided to go look at the stars.
When she had been a child full of curiosity of everything, the stars held wonderment for her that she could never explain. She was told that they held that sort of mystery for all and that she, though smart, wasn’t the only one to ask questions. They, in their vast multitude, had made great men feel small and armies feel out numbered. Yet those same individuals made wishes on those same stars. They were, at least for her, a quandary.
Where does the mysticism end and the science begin? Was she the only one to over think this? Or was the philosophy of it all better left to those with the time to devote to it?
Severus’s arms went about her, pulling her into his body and wrapped his heavy jacket about her trapping her there with his warmth as well.
Rubbing her head against his chest, she murmured, “I was hoping you would get more sleep.”
“As I was for you,” he said, turning her to face him as he was rubbing her back to warm her chilled body.
“I tried,” she told him. “Never let it be said that over thinking helped get one more sleep.” Pursing her lips, Hermione said, “Tomorrow they…”
“Shh,” he murmured. “Let’s go to bed and I’ll tell you a story.”
“Okay, but it better have sex in it,” she muttered.
“No,” he said, walking her into the castle. “Sorry to say I’m too tired, as I took my potions already.”
“Are you apposed to oral sex?” she asked him.
“No, but I don’t think I could without my throat spasming.”
Smiling she said, “You are so sweet. I meant me doing it for you.”
“That sounds wonderful, but never refer to me as sweet again.”
“How can I not?” she purred, going to tiptoe and kissing his mouth lightly. “This witch has her candy and she is going to eat it up.”
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Chapter Sixteen
“Care for a drink?” Regulus asked Harry, startling him out of his thinking.
Looking over to the tall man, he reminded him much of Sirius, only was slightly broader whereas his godfather was wiry. He stood up straight, feeling his back protesting. How long had he been bent over like that looking at the fire, he wondered as he rubbed at his neck.
“Yeah, that would be nice,” Harry answered quietly. “How is it that you’re alive?”
Smiling Regulus went over to the bar saying, “I was brought back to protect Hermione.” He poured two tumblers with three fingers of Old Ogden’s. Picking one up, he held it out to Potter. “It would seem that my self sacrifice in the attempt to bring down the dark lord showed my worth.”
Harry took the drink from him. “Who brought you back to life? Was it the founders of Hogwarts? How…”
Holding up his hand, Regulus was laughing as he said, “Merlin, but you have a lot a questions.” Taking a sip of his drink, he went over and sat down at one of the wingback chairs near the fire. “Come join me. Let’s pretend to be civil.”
“I thought we were,” Harry said as he sat down in the other chair. “Well?”
“Even I only know so much,” Regulus murmured. “That being said, let’s start with what I can tell you, shall we?” He thought it over. “To my knowledge it wasn’t the founders that brought me back to life. They were the ones that made the convincing argument to allow it all to happen though, if that counts for anything.”
“But who is responsible for everything that has happened?” Harry asked.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to answer who is responsible for all magic?” Rabastan said as he joined them. “Ours is not to question it, but to use it wisely.”
“Who’s to say that whomever Hermione is channeling isn’t some dark demon?”
“Would a dark or evil entity be going about judging and doing away with the very same witches and wizards who would be their strongest allies?” Regulus asked him. “Would the very same darkness bring back me, someone who’s already proved that they are willing to be killed to help do away with Voldemort?”
“I hadn’t thought of that,” Harry whispered.
“Something tells me you haven’t done a lot of deep thought lately,” Rabastan told him laughing to himself. “Shagging a straight man? Why? Was it because he was safe or what you knew?”
Harry’s face went red. “I already admitted I made a mistake.”
Regulus nodded. “That he did. Better that he learn his lesson the hard way than not at all I say.” He studied the younger wizard a second. “The difficulty with having made mistakes as you have demonstrated, Mr. Potter, is that the nice men that would have looked at you twice won’t do so now.”
Rabastan nodded. “Too true. Even Draco, lovely piece of eye candy he is, won’t take a second glance at you now.
“What with your willingness to overlook the feelings of people you call family, who wouldn’t be cautious?” Regulus said, standing up. He set his drink on the mantel place and went over to Harry. “Fortunately for you we couldn’t care less.” He pulled Harry to his feet. “It’s late and I haven’t it in me to seduce you.”
“Neither do I,” Rabastan said, taking Harry’s drink from him and set it next to Regulus’s on the mantel. “That being said let’s go to bed.”
“You expect me to shag you both at the drop of a hat?” Harry demanded. He sounded outraged at the suggestion, but also ever the slightest bit intrigued as well.
“What we expect,” Regulus said, leaning in close to him. “Is for you to submit, not because we expect it, but because it’s your nature.”
“This doesn’t mean we expect you to be powerless,” Rabastan breathed, startling Harry with how close he was and never noticed before. “If anything, sweet pet, you would have more power than you know what to do with.”
“I-I…” Harry stammered.
“Tell us what you want,” Regulus murmured. “And it is yours.”
“Take me to bed,” Harry rushed out.
“Good boy,” Rabastan said, throwing him over his shoulder in a firemen’s lift and they went on their way.
***
Hermione stood outside looking at the stars. Sleep had come and gone, but never as long as she felt she needed. She had tried to eat, but only managed to get a few bites into her stomach before the thought of more food made her ill. She had contemplated a conversation with Severus, but he was sound asleep. He needed his rest, Hermione thought with a sigh and decided to go look at the stars.
When she had been a child full of curiosity of everything, the stars held wonderment for her that she could never explain. She was told that they held that sort of mystery for all and that she, though smart, wasn’t the only one to ask questions. They, in their vast multitude, had made great men feel small and armies feel out numbered. Yet those same individuals made wishes on those same stars. They were, at least for her, a quandary.
Where does the mysticism end and the science begin? Was she the only one to over think this? Or was the philosophy of it all better left to those with the time to devote to it?
Severus’s arms went about her, pulling her into his body and wrapped his heavy jacket about her trapping her there with his warmth as well.
Rubbing her head against his chest, she murmured, “I was hoping you would get more sleep.”
“As I was for you,” he said, turning her to face him as he was rubbing her back to warm her chilled body.
“I tried,” she told him. “Never let it be said that over thinking helped get one more sleep.” Pursing her lips, Hermione said, “Tomorrow they…”
“Shh,” he murmured. “Let’s go to bed and I’ll tell you a story.”
“Okay, but it better have sex in it,” she muttered.
“No,” he said, walking her into the castle. “Sorry to say I’m too tired, as I took my potions already.”
“Are you apposed to oral sex?” she asked him.
“No, but I don’t think I could without my throat spasming.”
Smiling she said, “You are so sweet. I meant me doing it for you.”
“That sounds wonderful, but never refer to me as sweet again.”
“How can I not?” she purred, going to tiptoe and kissing his mouth lightly. “This witch has her candy and she is going to eat it up.”
***
Another chapter down, several more to go! Thanks again for reading. Review if and when you can. I've tried in the past to bribe with puppies and kittens. To be frank, now I'm to the point where I am more than willing to sound like a public television station where for only one review per chapter you too can own this lovely one of a kind deep and abiding thanks of the author you see here! Review today! LOL! What can I say? I need my coffee. Thanks again and have a wonderful day.