Hermione's New World

Chapter 17: Plans in Motion

Note: I know some may have thought Rosalyn rushed into bed with Severus too soon after losing her husband. I meant for a lot more time to pass before it happened, but my muse had other plans. So just imagine that months have passed…

Author’s note 10-04-08: I just realized I never posted this, nor do I remember if I had hand written edits. So I’m just going to scan and make brief edits so that I can post this  Enjoy, and I apologize for the wait. I am well aware how many are awaiting an update to this story.

Goyle Sr. didn’t know what to do. He was in a quandary. On one hand, he could go to his Lord immediately and possibly get rewarded for the information. On the other hand, he could do the same and possibly be punished and/or killed for not remembering sooner.

Mr. Goyle knew he wasn’t smart, but at least was smart enough to know his son wasn’t any smarter. But he loved his son, and knew he had to outlive the war in order to protect Gregory, even if he was put in Azkaban.

Making up his mind, he decided to apparate to Malfoy Manner. Lucius would know what to do. He knew enough to protect his own son, perhaps he would help, even if was to only protect Gregory.

A week later:

Hermione apparated with her father into Grimmauld Place without a hitch.

“I need to go find Arthur and the others. I’ll meet you in the lab.” He told her.

She nodded, and then went down into the basement where said lab had been built a couple of years before.

She was just setting everything carefully on the table when the door creaked open.

“Oh, I didn’t know anyone would be down here.” A soft voice said.

Hermione looked at the Order member. She had not met the woman before, but she had noticed the woman sitting next to Fleur during her presentation and easily guessed the two were related. That would mean this woman was likely part Veela, just like Fleur.

“Then I take it you somehow missed the announcement. We’re going to set the potion in its final stages here, and then it will be ready.”

The woman nodded; a slight smile on her face. Not the friendly type, Hermione mused. No, this smile was calculating. She immediately did not trust the woman, but decided that introductions must be made. She set the last bottle down and extended her hand. “Hermione Granger.”

“Mayla DeLaceur.” She responded taking light hold of Hermione’s firm shake. “You made quite the impression the other week, talking about this potion. I take it it’s been successful.”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, our trials were exact. Now, if you don’t mind….I must clear this area. The potion is highly sensitive, and can only be handled by myself or Professor Snape.”

“Of course,” Mayla said, standing back as Hermione cast a ward around the table. Feeling confident that only she and Professor Snape could now handle the contents, she walked back over to Mayla.

“You seem highly interested in what we have created.”

Not the potion, just you and Charlie Weasley, Mayla said to herself, then aloud “Just the Dark Lord’s downfall. My best subject in school was Charms, actually.”

No doubt, Hermione thought to herself.

As Hermione stood there, checking the vials and such, Mayla waited as the candlelight shone off the younger girl’s hair. She swept across the room, grabbing a floating piece of Hermione’s hair that had fallen. “Well, I must be going now. I take it I will see you at the meeting?”

Hermione nodded, feeling something was wrong. Very wrong.

The meeting was a success. The Order members cheered and all were anxious to see the final downfall of the Dark Lord. Of course, now there was orchestrating the use of the potion and getting Harry to Voldemort.

Mayla watched Hermione and Charlie carefully, noting their quick, sly glances toward one another. She smirked inwardly. Her plan was going to go into motion soon.

Severus frowned as he watched Mayla out of the corner of his eye. He knew she was still planning something. A list of possible spells and potions to give to the girl crossed his mind. No one was going to mess with his daughter. A little voice in the back of his mind tried to tell him that Hermione would be angry for his interference, but Mayla was sneaky. But the veela tramp wasn’t a master, and he was.

After taking Hermione back to Hogwarts, Severus found Rosalyn waiting in his chambers reading. They had planned this, and spent the rest of the evening discussing what she had learned from her latest tomb and then making love in his bed. He wanted to tell her about the Veela, but once her hand touched his cheek he was lost to her.

Their first encounter that night started when Severus cleared the empty, clean vials from his counter. He hoisted Rosalyn up on it, and opened her robes. She was wearing nothing underneath.

“Excellent,” He hissed. He immediately went down on her, sucking and tasting all of her juices. Just as she was about to come, he thrust in her. The table shook as he kept thrusting in and out. He took a firm grasp of her head and kissed her passionately. There was no need for words. Only sounds that escaped their lips from their passion.

Hermione was the only one in the Gryffindor Common Room. It was late, and she was catching up on some work that she had neglected earlier as she had been at Headquarters. Well, for Hermione it was “catching up,” she was still nearly three weeks ahead of her coursework.

She heard someone coming down the stairs from the boy’s dormitory. It was Ron. She smiled at him.

“Where were you earlier?” He asked.

“Head Girl duties. How are you, Ron. We haven’t caught up in a while.”

“Hermione, I need to talk to you about something.”

She looked at him in surprise. “What is it?”

“Hermione, you know how I feel about you,”

“Ron, I…”

“No, don’t say it. I know you don’t feel that way about me.”

She tilted her head down. She never wanted to hurt him.

“It’s alright,” He told her. “I…I think I’m…well, you see…”

“Luna?” She guessed.

Ron nodded. “I kinda asked her out. You’re okay with that?”

She smiled at him. “I think she’s lovely, and perfect for you, Ron.” She stood up and hugged him. “I’m so glad we’re friends.”

He smiled, his face turning red. She still had an affect on him.

“Ron, I guess there is something I need to tell you. You see, I…I am involved with someone.”

Ron looked at her in surprise. “You are? When? I mean…I thought...”

“We met at Cambridge last summer. I thought he was a muggle. We spent…a lot of time together.” She blushed as she said this. “And he was there for me…when I found out…” A tear fell down her face as she thought of her father, her mother’s husband.

Ron quickly embraced her again. When they drew apart something dawned on him. “Wait, you said…you said you thought he was a muggle. How…when was he there for you? You were at the Burrow.”

Hermione took his hand. “Ron, that’s exactly it. I said that I thought he was a muggle. He thought I was one, too. We made a promise to try and meet…I didn’t know, neither of us knew what this war would bring. Then, when I arrived at the Burrow…”

“Charlie.” Ron whispered. It was all clear now. He remembered the way Charlie looked at Hermione her first night there. It had bothered him. But now… “You’re in love with Charlie. The twins said he met someone…it was you.”

“Yes, it was me. Ron, are we still…”

“Alright? Of course, Hermione. If I can’t have you…well, I think I’m getting over it now.”

She hugged him again. “Thank you, Ron.” She whispered in his ear, then kissed him gently on the cheek. But she still felt a little guilty, for she had not yet told her friends about her father. He had told her to wait until the right time.

Little did they know that they were being watched. Parvati smiled, not knowing what they said but thinking she had some juicy gossip to share with the other girls. Little did she know what her misperception would lead to…

Meanwhile, Mayla was looking at the small bottle she had sent for recently. She now had a piece of Hermione’s hair, but how would she go about her plan? She didn’t have one yet; she wasn’t as clever as Hermione but she could lay out a good plan when needed. She thought carefully…she would have to take the polyjuice potion at just the right time.

As her mind lingered she thought of the boy she’d had in Hogsmead. He could do quite well. Hell, he had satisfied her several times during their tryst. But he was also very sweet, despite the fact he had a lingering crush on Hermione. No, she wouldn’t torture him in her plan.

A smile formed on her lips. She would find another victim; someone she could seduce first then suggest a little game. A flash of lightning followed by the roar of thunder accentuated her devious plot.

Meanwhile back in the castle, deep in the dungeons, Rosalyn found herself helping Severus brew some potions. She was naturally talented at following directions, and was currently squashing beetle dung into a pulp along with some saliva of a creature she had never heard of before. It was actually quite gross, but she didn’t mind. Next, she chopped up some type of fungus, and Severus was delighted to see that she cropped them into the perfect shape without any coaching.

She was a natural. The thought hit Severus like a bludger straight to the cranium. She was a muggle, yet seemed to adapt to the magical world with ease. He remembered the first night they saw each other in the castle; she had brewed his tea to perfection. It had far surpassed Tonks’ dreadful tea, even though it had still given the desired effect in relieving his pain. But Rosalyn’s tea…ah, yes. It had calmed him much better. As she was finishing he glided over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He reached around and kissed her neck softly.

“Now, just add that into the cauldron. Two measurements of each.” She did so despite the distraction. As the cauldron bubbled with the new ingredients, he turned her around to face him and kissed her passionately. Her arms started to wrap around his neck but he shooed them away. He placed his own hands directly on her breasts, his kisses wandering to her neck once again. She moaned in pleasure, and he unbuttoned the top of her blouse.

She was wearing a green satin bra, much to his delight, and he groaned at the sight. Seeing that the clasp was in front, he unhooked the contraption to set her breasts free and captured one in his mouth as a hand fondled the other.

“Oh, Severus,” She moaned.

If he was hard before, he was now even harder. Every time she called his name like that she sent his hormones racing like a teenager but with the feelings of an adult. Without thinking, he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and brought her over to an empty table. After setting her on it he bunched up her skirt and was delighted to find that she wore no knickers. “You’re a naughty girl, Rosalyn.”

She smirked at him.

He bent down while spreading her legs and eagerly started lapping his tongue at her cunt. Her hands quickly found his head, coaxing him to push his tongue harder against her clit. She was writhing on the bench as he soon brought her to climax as she called his name over and over like a mantra.

“Oh, Severus…yes, Severus…harder Severus…oh, right there, Sev…”

“Sev?” A new voice called out. The two looked over to see a very shocked look on their daughter’s face.

“How…how…Oh, bloody hell!” Hermione yelled out as what she saw in front of her finally registered. A look of betrayal and anger appeared on her face, and she quickly ran out of the room.

Back at the Order’s headquarters, Charlie was feeling a bit uneasy. He had noticed that Mayla hadn’t paid him much attention lately, and that bothered him. Not that he wanted her attention, but without it he could only assume she had found someone else to target her affections upon (which he hoped), or she was up to something…but what?

He wasn’t blind; he had noticed Snape watching the girl carefully at the last meeting. He had also noticed Hermione cast the girl a speculative glance, and wondered if something had happened between the two. From what his brothers had told him, Hermione was quite brilliant when it came to fights – but he had not really seen that for himself yet (and secretly could not wait, hoping that it wouldn’t be too dangerous a situation). He knew she was clever…and brilliant…and beautiful…and oh, no! Somehow he had gone to try and determine what Mayla was up to, to hard as a rock thinking about Hermione!

At least he was alone. Bill was off somewhere with Fleur, and he had their room at Grimmwauld place to himself. He stripped down to his boxers and got in bed.

There was a storm outside, the wind had been blowing against his window, and now Charlie could hear the hard pounding of rain.

After blowing out the candle, he slid his hand under his trunks and grasped his member. The stroked started long and slow, then increasingly he built up speed thinking about the last time he and Hermione were truly together. He wanted her with him…he thrust into his hand and he finally came, then cast a cleaning spell to rid of his mess.

He was definitely going to have to figure a way for them to be together again…soon.

Meanwhile, in a dark room, Lucius Malfoy was going over the latest developments. Goyle had entrusted him with the information about Mrs. Granger, and the night that had happened so many years ago.

“It was her, I swear it was the same woman.”

Lucius knew Goyle was on the verge of figuring out that Severus was a spy for the Order, and quickly obliviated the man. No, there was no way he was going to let the Dark Lord knew of this development, and no way he could let the man remember any more.

“So it’s done?” A voice asked in whisper.

Lucius reached his arm out for the woman striding toward him. His wife leaned into his embrace.

“He won’t remember, and not a word of this to anyone.”

Narcissa Malfoy nodded. “Will Draco…”

“Draco had no part of this to begin with. But we must get word to Dumbledore. Who knows if anyone else was there the night of both attacks.”

“I will do it.” Narcissa offered, knowing her husband couldn’t risk the trip to Hogwarts. “The holidays are soon upon us, I’ll make the excuse of our family dinner to take Draco shopping.”

“Wonderful idea, dear,” They spoke no more of the matter and were soon stripping each other of their clothes, making love on this stormy night.