Give Her Time

Chapter 14 – Accidents Do Happen

\"Good morning Ginny.\" Poppy said genially. \"I was wondering if you could do me a small favor.\"

\"Of course, Poppy,\" Ginny said, trying to get her breathing under control after the older medi-witch startled her.

\"I noticed we are running a little low on our supply of medicinal chocolate, so I was hoping you could cover for me while I run into town to get some. It’s been a slow week, and seeing as how there is no Quidditch game this afternoon, I don\'t foresee anything major happening.\" Poppy grinned. \"To tell you the truth, I want to get an out for a bit of fresh air, and this is just the perfect excuse. And I\'ve noticed you\'ve been getting quite a bit yourself with Remus lately, so I figure you will keep my secret.\"

\"I\'m... I don\'t know what you mean Poppy. Remus and I are just friends. But you are more than welcome to leave now if you\'d like,\" Ginny said in a rather chilly voice. She was getting sick of people assuming something was going on between her and Remus. They were friends. Okay, they were friends who kissed, but it wasn’t like a grand love affair or anything.

Poppy\'s brows rose at the younger witch’s reaction. \"I didn\'t mean to pry dear, my apologies. I had just hoped...you two would be wonderful for each other. Anyway, thank you for the offer, but I\'m afraid I have some paperwork that I need to finish before I can leave. I\'ll let you know when I do though.\"

Ginny nodded and frowned. That was fourth person this week to make the same basic comment. When Ginny had spoken with Remus about this he’d simply shrugged it off and said there could be worse things in the pathos of the world then being paired up with a beautiful red head. Ginny had frowned, but before she could point out it wasn’t true, he’d buried his hands in her hair and pulled her face up to give her a knee wobbling kiss.

Remus was a complete god when it came to kissing. That sounded trite, she knew, but sometimes expression became trite because they were true. Trite and True – Remus was such an incredibly sexy man that Ginny was having trouble keeping to the rules about no touching below the belt. And the rule about no touching under clothing. And the rule about not taking clothes off. And that rule about oral sex… Damn! And that other rule… the no sex rule… what the hell had she been thinking? Now she was pressed nightly against her headboard, knees spread wide, diddling around trying to relieve the tension while Remus was off jacking off, she was sure of it.

A screaming student running up the hall broke her introspection about how to dry hump Remus that night. No, not a student, several students… and there was a deep agonizing scream behind them.

The students came rushing in, yelling for help, as both Ginny and Madam Pomfrey turned around. Remus was floating behind the last student, twitching as screams broke through the air while breaking her heart. His vocal cords were already giving out, sounding coarse and strained. Sweat had plastered not only his clothes, but his robes to his violently convulsing body.

\"We were practicing dueling curses,\" babbled one student, more than slightly distraught. Ginny thought he looked familiar - oh yes - a Gryffindor named Eric. \"And after the demonstration ended, a Slytherin decided to keep hexing us. Professor Lupin tried to stop him, but Alex decided to curse the Slytherin back, and Professor Lupin got caught in mid middle of the two.\"

Alex, the Gryffindor involved spoke up. \"I used the er.. crushing curse. I\'m not sure what the Slytherin used. But it gave off a red light,\" he offered meekly. The small boy’s brown eyes looked full of unshed tears as he asked in a small voice, “Did I kill him?”

Ginny let out a small choked gasp and Poppy gently headed the boys out of the room. “Nobody has killed anybody. Go get the headmaster and Professor Snape. The small boy’s brown eyes looked full of unshed tears as he asked in a small voice, “Is he going to die?”

“I’ve already answered that question. Now, I told you to go get the headmaster and Professor Snape. Ask them to hurry.” Poppy had always kept her cool and here Ginny was on the verge of an emotional breakdown. Okay, so he wasn’t her lover that did mean she didn’t…

“Ginny!” Poppy broke into her thoughts and Ginny gave a guilty start.

“Don’t. Just Don’t. There will be time for that later.” Ginny nodded and wiped surreptitiously at her eyes.

\"We need to start peeling the layers of magic off as quickly as we can,\" said the older medi-witch. \"The only hexes which give off a red light and would react this way with a \'crushing curse, have to be carefully peeled away. No counter-curse will work.\"


“Right,” said a newly focused medi-witch. Her… non-boyfriend needed her, and she was going to fix him up. Then she would think about it.

They peeled layer after layer of magic off the werewolf. Poppy refused to use any silencing charms on him, and all his clothing had to be cut off. Her reasoning was that any further magic used on his already overloaded system could do even more damage.

Thanking the Gods, Ginny noted he had passed out as they Severus and Albus came in. Remus lay on the exam table, twitching and groaning even while unconscious. Severus handed Poppy several marked bottles and told her the next batch would be ready within three hours. Albus assisted in removing the damned curses by restoring the drained magic of the two medi-witches.

It took more than four hours before all the layers of the magic to be pulled off his reddened skin. The three sat in chairs waiting for Remus to wake up when Albus asked the question Ginny had been too afraid to even think of.

“How long until he’ll be fully recovered?”

“In a normal man, maybe never. But his body goes through this sort of pain as part of it’s normal cycle, so… I have no idea. The healing potion sprayed on his body every two hours or so, coupled with him not having anything touch his skin may help speed the process along. I’m debating the use of a levitating charm to keep him from touching anything verses the use of even that small amount of magic. The line is very thin.”

Ginny’s head swam. She’d spent four years in medi-witch school and a further two in training under Poppy. “What about a phantom cushion? I’m sure Flitwick could work it out, but like a cushion made up of only air. He would he resting on air, like in the levitation charm, but instead of the magic being used on him, it would be used on the area under him…” Ginny asked, her voice trailing away. Both of her colleges looked at her blankly before Albus broke out into a grin.

“Of course! Trust the young people to come up with crossing fields these days!” Ginny snorted to herself. Albus liked to pretend he was a doddering old fool. After the last battle, they all knew better. “I’ll speak with Flitwick right away. Poppy? You two arrange for Remus’ transport down to his rooms.”

“Can’t he stay here?” Ginny asked, truly baffled.

“You know we don’t have private rooms,” Poppy started as Albus hurried to find the charms professor. “And trust me, when Remus wakes up, the last place he is going to want to be is this infirmary where students can see him.”

Nodding, the red-head took over the small levitation charm and before speaking. “Could you floo Severus to come up here? I think he would do an excellent job of clearing the path between the infirmary and his rooms.”

‘Of course,” Poppy replied after an indelicate snort. Yes, even though Severus had Hermione and baby Marcus, he could still clear a room with one swift turn and a scowl.

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Remus lay floating on his back, moving down the empty corridors of Hogwarts. He could see Ginny biting her lip next to him and Severus was off in the distance yelling for the students to “run, or I’ll make you wish you had.”

His body was aching, but the horrifying pain was gone. The movement of air over his… yes, his naked body was hurting him more than he thought it should have. Ginny looked down and he caught her beautiful blue eyes full of tears. Good Gods, what had happened? And why was he floating naked?

“G-,” he tried and stopped. It felt like he’d been through a really bad transformation – but it was weeks away from his next change.

“Don’t say anything love. I’ll explain everything when we get to your rooms. Password still ‘all mine’?” she asked. He’d chosen that password at the beginning of the term and when asked about it, he’d said it was to remind him of want he wanted to call Ginny – All Mine!

Giving a barely perceptible nod, Ginny ran forward to open the door. It seemed like it took hours for everything to be explained. His head was fuzzy from all the activity, and he saw a screen being erected to shield his nudity and safe his modesty.

Albus had come in and explained what happened, the work removing the curses, and the fact that Ginny – Ginny! – was going to be caring for him until he was recovered. She would be spraying a healing potion specially designed for Crucio suffers to help heal his damaged nerve endings.

The room full of people gradually shrank to only one. There was so much he wanted to say, but every time he tried, all that escaped was that same hoarse noise instead of his usual voice. Slipping into sleep, wondered if his rooms were even vaguely clean. He then decided that thinking was overrated sometimes.


Okay, he’s asleep, naked, and not even 5 feet away from you, Ginny thought to herself. She had his meal ready and was about to try and wake him up when a low groan informed her that wouldn’t be necessary.

“Don’t talk yet. I have a potion I want you to drink; it will help with your strained vocal cords,” she said, uncorking the clear bottle and placing a straw into the top. Using her finger as a stopper, Ginny pulled the straw and the potion therein out and placed it in front of the werewolf’s mouth. He sniffed carefully before opening his mouth and allowing her to dribble the slightly sweet liquid down his throat.

She repeated this three times and each time he brought his tongue up to meet the straw, Ginny felt her panties get a little wetter. He was testing his voice after each straw full and he would then open his mouth for more. Ginny wanted him to use that tongue to open her lips. Either lips really, she wasn’t overly picky.


“Gin,” he croaked, obviously interrupting her train of thought.

“Yes?” she replied with a start.

“know what happened. why naked?” he asked, skipping words as his voice was still rough. He felt the air move over his skin under the protective… tent. Yes, he would call it a tent for now.

“Nerve damage. Anything that touches you hurts, hence no clothes,” she explained briefly while looking at a point on the floor. “You need to eat now. Just some broth and gruel, so it will go down easy, okay?”

He nodded and she proceeded to feed him in tiny bites so the food wouldn’t drip and hurt him. This sucked – he felt like a baby. And what was even worse, if there was anybody in world he didn’t want to see him like a baby it was Ginny. He wanted her to see him as nothing but a man.

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Ginny snuggled deeper into the covers of Remus’ bed. He had convinced her that sleeping on the sofa would be silly when his big bed was not in use in the next room. She’d given in, because the way things were creeping along in this relationship, what with Neville refusing a divorce, this was the closest she was likely to get to sleeping in Remus’ bed. His scent was all in the blankets and she inhaled deeply. MmMmMmm…

According to the clock, eighteen hours had passed since the accident. Ginny reluctantly pulled the covers off when the alarm went off; it was time to give Remus a treatment. She had to move the screen away from Remus and spray his body down again with the mist. This would be the sixth spray down she would be giving him. The other times, it was easier to remain clinical, because Remus had been awake and in pain. This time, he would be sleeping due to the sleeping potion Severus had brought up just after the last misting.

She walked into the room, got everything ready without sneaking a peep at his well defined body, and went to work. Starting at his toes, working her way up his legs, Good Gods, was it legal for a man to have such strong legs?, until she reached –

“whoa,” she whispered in the still night air. Remus was lying with his head to the side, his arms stretched above his head, stretching the muscles in his chest and stomach taunt and… and the muscle Ginny was staring at was… erect. Remus Lupin was asleep, and obviously dreaming about something very arousing. His hips thrust into the air a little bit, over and over… Oh… if only I could touch right now, my dear… if only…

A low deep moan breaks the quiet of the room and Ginny watches as a final thrust in the air brings on completion for her werewolf. Walking backward, Ginny watches him until she feels the bed behind her knees. Do as I do… Isn’t that the phrase? Ginny thinks as she pulls her gown up and panties down.

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WHEW!

Okay – Everything is going slowly… I know. I don’t post enough – I know! But I have a treat for ya’ll. WendyNat has a great story - -Time Does Not Heal all Wounds. Story number 12997. Excellent. Give it a try and then go review. *whew* I actually had a moment of, \"WOw, I wish I could write like this...\"


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PREVIEW – Still The One…. The Birth

Hermione took another deep breath and started to push with the contraction. One… Two… Three…Shit this hurts…Five… Six… He will never touch me again… Eight…Nine…I changed my mind!...

“And relax,” came Ginny’s calm voice.

“Relax?!” Hermione asked, “You’re kiddinght?”ht?”

Severus stalked the floor next to his sweating new wife and felt helpless. He was at a loss as to what he could do or say to make her feel better.

“The name will be Erik Cole Snape,” she bit out. The baby was on the way and they still hadn’t reached an agreement on what to call him. Frankly, Baby Snape was sounding more and more likely everyday.

“Never. Martin Liam Snape,” he countered. Hermione couldn’t believe the balls her husband had. He was actually disagreeing with her as she pushed his spawn into the world through her most private bits.

“Lesley Lauren Snape,” she countered with a slight smirk, “but he will need a girly name – after all his dad’s got really big balls to be fighting with while my love nest’ is being ripped asunder!”

A contraction hit on the last word and she started her counting again. One… Two… Three… “shutupyoubastardI’mcounting!!” Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Ten…


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