Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror

Chapter 19 - Do You Like Green Eggs and Ham?

It all belongs to Rowling, except what you don’t recognize.


Hermione was sitting on the couch having her morning coffee and reading the Daily Prophet when Remus came in and kissed her gently on the cheek.

“Good Morning, Sunshine,” he grinned and sat down opposite of where she was sitting on the couch. He found the Quidditch section of the paper, which she had left for him on the chair, and began reading it.

“Good Morning, Remus,” Hermione sipped her coffee and hid behind her paper, wishing that he wasn’t quite such an “up” person, especially first thing in the morning. It was getting on her nerves. The fact was that she really didn’t enjoy having him live with her. He’d changed and she understood why, but it didn’t help.

When Severus had labeled the potion, Lycanthrope Formula, instead of cure, he’d been quite accurate. And that was what had thrown them. It wasn’t a potion to lift or break the curse. It had merely re-distributed it. The energies that had normally transformed Remus into a wolf during the full moon and kept him weak and sickly for the rest of the month were now evenly spread over the entire four weeks of the lunar cycle. He was a new man, a different man. His voice was deeper and he was, well… he radiated animal sexuality. He was still a gentleman, yet he was different in the way he lithely prowled around, the sensuality of his voice, the feral gleam that occasionally sparked in his eyes and just in a thousand other little details. Oh, he was Remus Lupin all right, but like a Lupin on a strong course of steroidAnd And he had this knack of making Hermione feel like he owned her, even though he never said a thing. It was as if she was living with a predator that could rip her throat open at any moment. She tried to be sympathetic and understanding that it would indeed take a lot of adjustment for him to handle his new found health. But he scared her.

“So do you have plans for today?” asked Hermione politely glancing at him over her paper.

“Well, yes. You’ve been very hospitable, but I’ll be moving in with Harry. You know, do the bachelor flatmates thing. You’ve been very kind to me, Hermione, but it’s not really proper us living together and not being married.”

Hermione managed to not roll her eyes. Only Remus would think in such old-fashioned terms. Severus couldn’t have cared less, oh, but that’s right. He had also packed his bags and got out first chance, hadn’t he? Suddenly Hermione’s day felt ruined.

“It’s been nice having you. Would you like the house elf to cook you something?” Hermione tried not to show the relief and let down she was feeling.

“Are there any of those kippers left?” he asked, repressing a yawn.

It had been another difficult night, a hard night, as it were. He had to move out before he lost control and raped her. Everything about his body, his newly healed body, was screaming out for him to take her—take her now! He could barely sleep at night, thinking about her being there so close by him. It didn’t matter how many times he’d masturbate, he’d stay rock hard and obsessed about her. He thought about going to a prostitute. Werewolves didn’t have very good romantic opportunities because almost always, as soon as the truth came out, the woman would leave. Yes, he could have gone to a prostitute, but he didn’t have a Knut to his name. He could hardly beg some money off of her for it, ‘Um, Hermione you see I have this little problem, I want to fuck you until you scream, so I need to pay a little visit…’ No, that would never do. And the way he was feeling, he could probably go through the entire brothel without even pausing.

So until he got some work, he’d be living on Harry’s good graces. Harry would hopefully understand that a man had needs.t, gt, getting a job was, of course, the first order of business. Then he’d find a woman. It was amazing, but now that he wasn’t a werewolf anymore, he might actually be able to settle down and have a regular job and a woman in his life. Hermione would be perfect, if she’d have him. He greatly admired her intelligence and kind-heartedness. He loved her and he hoped that perhaps she returned the feeling, but he knew better than to rush things. He’d driven other women away before by his emotional neediness and he knew to bide his time.

He licked his lips and found himself growing quite stiff. Really, it was like going through adolescence all over again, getting used to this very healthy and virile body. Thank Heavens, he’d had sufficient self-control this past week or he might have really ruined any chance of them hav having a relationship.

“What’s that?” Remus’ hearing was still about ten times sharper than a normal Wizard. He got up and found the owl that had just landed on the windowsill. He opened the window and let it in. He gave it a snack from a bowl Hermione kept full for owls. “For you, Hermione, it looks to be from the Ministry of Magic.”

“Oh, oh, by all the…” Hermione had taken the parchment from Remus and after reading it had grown pale.

Remus had her in his arms in a moment. It felt so right to him, so natural. “Hermione?”

“The Ministry heard about the potion and your recovery. If it all checks out, they will be awarding Severus and me almost half a million Galleons for our service to the community. So much money, Remus?” Hermione had tried to understand why their counterparts had been seemingly rolling in lucre. Now she understood. “And it mentions a stipend for you as well, because they need you to come in. They want to see i’s a’s all true.” She shook her head. The full moon had come and gone. Remus was most definitely no longer subject to the change. “Is this something you’d be willing to do? Let them examine you?”

“How much?”

“25,000 Galleons!”

Remus let go of her and moved to a chair. His head was spinning. “I could make that kind of money last a lifetime!”

“Or start a new business.” Hermione was also feeling quite strange. She really wished Severus were there to dis thi this with her. She got up. “I think I need to speak with Prof. Snape.” She went over to the fireplace and bent over it speaking to someone for a short time. Then she stood up with a strange look on her face.

“He’s gone, Remus. And he left no forwarding address at The Leaky Cauldron.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure the Ministry’s owl will find him. They are actually quite competent that way.” His body longed to take her in his arms again. But he stopped himself. Remus decided that he needed to take a good, long walk in the fresh air, instead. No, no, a run, that’s what he needed—to take a long, long run.

It was the last solitary constitutional he would take for a very long time. Later that day the Ministry gave out a press release about the miraculous cure and Snape, Hermione and Remus became instant celebrities.


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He sat in bed, his body cradled by a dozen pillows. There was a party hat on his head, which his daughter insisted made him happy. The room was filled with potions and lotions to insure that his health would be optimal, in spite, in spite of it all… There were cheerful posters on the walls and music was playing-- his beloved Mozart interspersed with a few Muggle rock bands, which Lady Snape felt were invigorating and life affirming. Amazingly, there were no neon signs flashing, ‘Come Back to Us, Darling!’

“Now Daddy, I’m going to read you Green Eggs and Ham one more time.”

“Sarah, you cannot stay up there day day. Go out with Nanani for some fresh air,” came Lady Snape’s voice from downstairs.

“Don’t wantta,” said Sarah quietly as she began reading to her father’s body the same story for the tenth time that day.

Hermione appeared in the doorway, “Sarah, what did I say? And stop pretending you can read. You’ve only memorized those books.”

“I’m not going out!” she said stubbornly and then stuck out her tongue.

“Sarah Minerva Snape” came a thin voice from the bed, “I will not have you speak to your mother in that tone of voice.”

“Daddy?”

“Severus? Oh, by all the Gods and Goddesses, Severus,” both Snape females were suddenly on top of the pajama clad Wizard. Hermione held onto her husband’s bearded face and kissed him, “My love, are you all right?”

“Look at you two,” he quirked a smile, “making such a fuss over me. How long have I been gone? Did they capture the Delaney twins?”

“Yes, almost immediately. They had to go to the other realm to press charges though since you were—unavailable. Prof. Dumbledore testified to what he’d seen in your mind, but they really wanted a Snape to testify. It was all rather complicated.” She kissed him again, and suddenly realized that she needed to be alone with him. Hermione got up and softly called for the house elf that appeared instantly. “Nanani, Sarah needs to go out and have some fresh air.”

“No, Mommy. No fair. Daddy’s back!”

“Sarah, your mother and I need some time to talk. I’m back, and have no fear I’m staying. I’ll be playing with you all evening.”

“Promise?”

“On my honor,” he said very solemnly and holding up his hand as if taking an oath.

The girl kissed him and held him tightly in a hug. Then she ran off to the house elf. “I’ve got an allowance now, I’ll come back with a special treat for you, Daddy.” And she was off.

“To answer your question, it’s been ten days. The worst and longest ten days of my life.” She held him closely, willing herself not to cry. “Don’t ever, ever, leave us again!” Her tempered flared at the thought that he had left them and then almost sacrif his his life for them.

“Hermione?” He stroked her face, watching tears creep out from under her closed eyes. “I’m sorry. I was a jealous old fool.”

“I’m sorry, too. Please just promise, we shall always work something out. No matter what.”

“I promise. There, is that better?” He ran his fingers through her long brown curls and found that he’d missed her horribly. It was as if he’d been on a long, long trip and finally had returned. It was easy to promise he’d never leave her again since he’d rather die than do so. He kissed her. At first it was a genthealhealing kiss, but soon it began to turn into something quite different as his passion for her began to inflame him.

Hermione sensed the change in mood and realized that she, too, wanted something more as well. She stroked his narrow, overly thin chest, brushing her hand against his nipple, and letting it harden under her hand. He gasped.

“Are you able tohe lhe looked at him with wide-eyed wonder.

In response he took her hand and placed it on the beginning of his erection. She kissed him and let his tongue enter her mouth while she kept her hand on his cock, stroking it to full hardness. “I’ve missed you so much,” she said in a husky voice.

He fumbled with her clothes, undoing buttons and then cursing as he found himself unable to move his fingers as easily as he normally did. His limbs had stiffened a bit in the time he was gone and his fingers were rebellious. Hermione quickly stripped herself naked and then pulled down the bed covers. He’d managed to kick off his pajama bottoms and was exposed to her in his full erect glory.

She knelt down over him and flicked her tongue over his cock head, licking up a bead of moisture glistening there. Snape groaned and grabbed on to the bed sheets with one hand, while the other hand rested on her head. He softly called her name. She continued to lave his cock with her tongue and then slowly brought his entire penis into her mouth, relaxing her throat and taking him completely in until her lips kissed his pubic curls. His buttocks tightened and hips headed upwards, pressing himself further into her throat, yet careful that he not hurt her or cause her unpleasantness. She repeated the process of taking him slowing in and out of her until he was beaded with perspiration and begging to fuck her.

With one last lingering stroke of her tongue, she removed her mouth and gently cradled his balls in her hand. She smiled.

“Hermione, I can’t hold out. Please,” he pleaded with her as she watched him from under her lowered lashes. She continued to fondle him as if she couldn’t quite make up her mind what she’d like to do next. Then she slowly brought her body up and over to cover him. She kissed him, pressing her tongue into his mouth and then slid his saliva-wet cock into her cunny. She gasped at the same time he did and their eyes met. He thrust his hips upward into her and kissed her, starting with her lips and then traveling over her jaw and down her throat.

“I love you so much,” she said, enjoying the sensations of his mouth nibbling on the sensitive skin at the base of her throat.

“Hermione!” He grabbed her hips and pushed upwards into her, filling her completely. He climaxed and spilled his seed into her. He stayed like that a little while before melting into the bed. She smiled coyly and brushed her lips over his before starting to gyrate her hips. He watched her enraptured face while she focused on the feeling that was erupting in her. He rubbed her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, while caressing the rest of her breast in each of his large hands.

Her movements over him became morenzrenzied as her orgasm built. “Severus” she crooned over and over, loving the sound of her husband’s name and how he supported and aroused her as she brought herself off on his still hard cock.

“Come for me,” he whispered just as she went over the edge.

He cradled her in his arms and stroked her fevered forehead. “My clever girl,” he whispered into her hair. “Do you know that I worship you? That you are my Goddess?”

Hermione nestled herself deeper into his embrace. “I fear that I haven’t been worthy.”

“That’s not true. You were very young when we married. I expected too much from you. And I was wrong to have expected anything. Will you forgive me?”

“Only if you forgive me first.” She smiled, half teasing and half sincere.

“There is nothing to forgive, love.” He kissed her again. “And you know, you look incredibly sexy when you are six weeks pregnant.” He spread his hand protectively over her rounded belly.

“Actually, closer to seven weeks,” she said, kissing his chest. “I’m sure you remember that night that you,” and she whispered the rest of it into his ear.

He closed his eyes and made a low contented growl in his throat, “Oh, yes. And by seven months, I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you at all!”

A pleasant stillness settled over them. Then they heard their daughter’s voice from outside the cottage, “But why can’t I go inside, Nanani? It’s cold out here.”

The two parents smiled and started to get dressed. It might take a bit to get back to normal, but they were all ready well on their way.


A/N: Big old hugs to Deblovesdragon, Deb, Karen, Nesscafe, and FriendlyQuark. I love the way you guys stick by me! Also, it looks like next chapter will not be the last one after all!