Snapey Went A Courting

Snapey Went A Courting

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Chapter 20 – Ill Met by Moonlight


“So the Queen said to me, she said to me, Erasmus, you are at times as thick as a brick, but a good man to have about.” Erasmus reset the pins.

There was a Halloo, and a clarion call. Suddenly the forest was woken from it sleepy stupor and faerie creatures both large and small were running past the clearing.

“Oh bother,” said Erasmus as a thing that looked like an acorn with wheels went through their game knocking over the pins, “I was winning.”

“For the three hundredth and fortieth-third time, by my count,” said Snape. “What’s going on?”

“War.”

Erasmus with very little effort uprooted a small sapling as thick as his arm and swung it like a club. “We are under attack.”

“Should I arm myself?” Snape was a little concerned. Who would attack the Queen of the Faerie?

Erasmus answered him as if he had read his thoughts, which he probably had. “The King of the Faerie. Keep it under your hat, but you’re a hostage.”

“A hostage? Me?”

“Yes. The King has something the Queen desires and taking you was bound to get back to him eventually. He’s trying to rescue you.”

“What makes me so important?” Snape found himself a large branch and also began swinging it experimentally.

The large faerie creature began doing deep-knee bends and between squats he huffed, “The alliance between the King and the Snape family goes back centuries. You might even have some faerie blood, who knows, it was so long ago most of us forget.”

“Well, let’s to it then.” Snape was quite ready for battle.

“And where do you think you’re heading.”

“To fight for the Queen.”

“You’re forgetting something.” Erasmus clapped Snape on the shoulder. “You are mortal. The rest of us aren’t. If anyone gets killed around here, it would probably be you.”

“Oh. So it comes to that then.” Snape felt deflated.

“It’s not a blot on your masculinity or anything. It’s just that war between the Faerie is always rather pointless. Not to say some damage isn’t taken and lasting. I wasn’t born this way, you know. My mother cries every time she sees me.”

Snape wasn’t sure what to say. Having never met Erasmus’ mother he had no idea whether the Fey was referring to the unusual number of appendages on his body or something else. He ran from the thought, knowing how sensitive his friend was, along with being an excellent mind reader.

“So that’s it then? We just sit here and wait.” Snape sat down cross-legged.

Erasmus patted the tree he was holding. “That about sums it up.”

Just then a huge, white stoat crossed a corner of the clearing, holding a struggling Jerkypot by its throat and brandishing a sword in it’s other paw. Severus thought he recognized the pookah, “Quinn?”

“Hey, you! Big, white and ugly, pick on someone your own size!”

“Oy, I don’t suppose that would be you? Look who’s talking—Taint nothing but a ruddy cactus plant!”

“That tears it!” Erasmus, penises flaring, pounded his tree once and went chasing after Quinn, leaving Severus by himself.

A man covered up in a large, grey cloak came out from behind a tree. “All right, Severus. Time to go! You’re being rescued,” he said in a low, quiet voice.

Snape sneered at the man. “I don’t think so. I like it here.”

The man pushed back his hood revealing John Snape. He sharply slapped his son twice, “Snap out of it! Come now, you’re a Snape. Shake it off!”

“Hit me again and it will be your arm coming off,” said Snape in a cool, calm voice as he caught the man’s hand in his own.

“Listen. Pleasant as it is here, you have a beautiful, desirable Witch waiting for you and your son needs you as well. So enough of the lallygagging about.”

“Hermione? Saccius? Waiting for me?” Severus took the robes being offered him and started to dress.

“That’s more like it. Not a Snape been born that couldn’t handle himself around the Fey.” John surreptitiously wiped away a tear.

“But who are you?” asked Snape suspiciously.

“John is all you need to know. Friend of the family.” John began to wave an amulet, forming light sparks in the air. A man-sized, black hole formed. “Step through there, and you’ll be in Hogwarts with your loved ones.”

“Aren’t you coming?”

“No. I’ve got to stick with the King for the next few years. That was the deal for helping you out of this. Nice meeting you, Severus. And don’t worry about a thing, you might feel depressed at first, but it never lasts more than three days.” He pushed his son through the portal.

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“Are you sure you are ready?” Remus was brushing her hair. The bath had been not a very long affair. He had tenderly washed her and then shampooed her hair. She’d tried to encourage him to join her, but the tub was a bit on the small side. He had joked about various enlargement spells for the tub, but Alicia didn’t want to even try.

Warm and smelling of lavender and sage Alicia reached up to him from their bed. “Stop asking and join me.” His removed his robe and, slipping between the sheets, lay next to her.

“Wouldn’t want you to catch a chill.” He kissed her neck gently while she stroked his back. She could tell a full moon was coming because he was becoming more hirsute not just on his chest but all over. She couldn’t care less other than regretting he’d soon be missing from her bed for a few days.

“You know how they say your entire life flashes before you when you’re drowning?”

Lupin pulled back, “Yes, my dear?”

“All I could think about was that I finally had a life worth living and it was over. I kept saying damn. And then I woke up with you next to me.” She put her arms around his neck. “Don’t ever leave me.”

“No, not a chance.” His kisses became more passionate, more urgent as the animal side of him began to emerge.

She reached down to where he was pressing hard against her leg and caressed him to even greater hardness. He moaned and nipped her shoulder, not quite able to control all the feelings that were rising up in him.

She pressed a finger inside herself and spread some of the moistness outside. To her mind he seemed to have gotten even longer and wider than the last time they’d made love. She guided him in and gasped at the intense feeling of fullness. Very slowly he began to slide in and out of her. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sensations abiding in that place where ecstasy and pain meet.

Lupin’s vision became blurred and he growled. He feared that so close to the full moon his control would be less than perfect. His nails felt like they were growing longer, seeking to rend her flesh so that he might lick her bloody wounds. He dismissed the notion. By all the Gods, he’d never allow that to happen. No, not ever. She was his to guard and protect, to cherish. He tried to look at her, study her beautiful face, but just then he felt her contract and the glorious feeling of her throbbing quim squeezing him urged him on. He pounded into her, hearing her little mews of pain and still not able to slow or go more gently. He thrust himself again and again, sweat breaking out on his forehead and covering his body.

“Alicia, my Alicia.”

“I’m fine, you can go harder. Don’t hold back.”

He howled then and his beast suddenly had full control.

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Snape found himself in the Hogwarts infirmary. Dobby and Winky were playing with his son-- His son who was still an infant. Snape came cautiously over and took his son back from them. Why, he hadn’t aged a bit!

“Where is Hermione?” he asked the Elves.

“Right here.” Hermione entered from the lavatory. “I was just getting ready for bed.” She looked at Snape and blushed. “You look well,” she stated feeling quite awkward.

“I’ve had a chance to rest.”

“That’s good. I was worried sick over getting you back and you were resting.” Hermione didn’t mean to snap, she was tired and she wanted… wanted him so much that it scared her.

Snape gently handed the alert and content Waldo back to Winky. Just then Teaseh popped in and took the boy. “He’s Teaseh’s charge now that mistress and Teaseh have returned,” she chirped proudly as she began to rock the boy. Waldo gave a contented yawn.

“Quite,” said Dobby with a smile. Then he and Winky, also smiling, both disappeared.

Snape saw the dark circles under Hermione’s eyes. “You were worried about me?” Half his mouth curled in a lopsided smile and he came closer to her. “Did I hear right?”

Hermione nodded and allowed herself to be wrapped up in his arms. “I missed you,” whispered Snape in her ear. “I’ve had years to think about you.”

Hermione’s head snapped up, “You were gone less than a day. We went there this morning, or rather yesterday morning.”

“Time goes differently there.” His lips were closing in on hers. “For me, it had been like decades.” He lifted her face to his and dropped a chaste kiss upon her mouth.

She gasped. “I missed you, too.” And she returned the kiss. She pressed her body against his and felt the heat of his erection pressing through the silk of his robes.

Snape was ready to take her right there and then, House Elf be damned. “Do you think you could leave Waldo with the Elf?”

Hermione smiled, “Yes. But what do you have in mind?”

“I was thinking perhaps a bit of time to become re-acquainted. I feel that we have been having some miscommunications. And I should like to sort it all out.” He licked his lips. How often he’d dreamed of having this very conversation with her.

“I’d like that. But it’s so late.” She stifled a yawn. “Could we start afresh in the morning?”

Snape realized that it was actually very late. His internal time clock was off. He kissed her hand, “Of course, until the morrow.” He watched as she took her now sleepy son from the Elf and put him in the bassinette that was next to the cot. She lay down next to it. Within a minute of her head hitting the pillow she was asleep.

Snape sat in a chair and watched her and their son sleep.

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Something was happening to Lupin. He felt his bones start to shift and realign themselves. He was starting to change. But it was too soon, not yet the full moon! And he’d have no control as he hadn’t taken the Wolfsbane potion that allow him to keep his mind during the change. His body continued to thrust into the Witch beneath him as he trembled and willed the change not to occur. Suddenly he was spurting into her as she opened her eyes and looked at him in terror. He saw his hands beginning to transform and his skin thicken with fur. He orgasm complete, he threw himself away from her, off of the bed and ran to the furthest corner of the room.

Alicia sat up, spell bound in horror. “Remus, why is this happening?”

He shook his head, struck dumb by the tremors of transformation. But he had to warn her to get out! He used his eyes to indicate the door. Instead she rose from the bed and came closer. He tried to scream at her to run! A shrill bark came from his mouth.

“It will be all right. You won’t hurt me. I think it was the sex. I have this, I don’t know, way.”

Tears crept down Lupin’s semi-transformed face. His breath rasped and tore from his half-formed body.

“I willed you to let yourself go, to not hold back. I forced the transformation on you.” She slowly approached him, as an animal caretaker would go to a sick beast. “You don’t have to be afraid—I’ll change you back again.”

Lupin whimpered. He was ashamed, ashamed that she should see him like this. He buried his snout between his paws, even as her hands reached onto his broad, furry head.

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Snape stood up and stretched. He was ready to give up his watch and head back to his chambers to rest. Maybe take a bath first.

He entered his rooms and was relieved to see that his wand and clothing had been left neatly on his bed. Hermione was always one to attend to details. She hadn’t changed much from the student he had taught. Well, she had changed in some very intriguing ways.

He quickly stripped off the silken garment that John had provided.

John.

He wasn’t John. He was… Snape headed to his library. The thought had chased any desire for a bath or bed from his mind.

There in the bookcase was the family album of photographs that he’d salvaged from his mother. And on a shelf near it was his pensieve.

Snape poured himself a glass of brandy and noted that the dawn was just breaking. Tomorrow was upon them already. Later, he’d talk to Hermione, convince her that even if she didn’t wish marriage, that perhaps a house together might be appropriate-- Anything to allow him to be closer to her and their child. He wouldn’t rush her. He’d listen to her and respect whatever she had to say. He’d prove to her that he was worthy of her trust.

Taking both the photo album and the pensieve he sat at his worktable. It was time to solve a few mysteries.

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Alicia ran her fingers through his fur as he rolled his eyes in fear of her. She cooed and attempted to sooth him. To his credit, though his lips rolled back from his pointed yellow teeth, he did not snarl. She closed her eyes and willed herself to go the calm place. That place which allowed her to make things happen. It never worked when she was nervous or miserable. In fact, there had been no way at all to get there back when she was a student. For years, the only way she had gotten there was through the magic of numbers. Her beloved Arithmancy created a world far away from all distraction and emotion. It was a mystic place where new magics unfolded with each equation.

She went to her special place and sought the removal of the curse she had brought on. Sex magic, curses and Arithmancy. She never told a soul about the first two talents, fearing what people would say or think since both talents were held in low esteem. She was already despised at Hogwarts. She only had let on about the cursing when she’d lost control and vented her anger and disappointment at Severus Snape. But she’d never meant to hurt her lover.

She visualized him well and whole. She saw him without fur, a simple man, a man with a glorious soul. She saw his skin, shiny and healed. She began to cry for the beauty that was Remus Lupin.

Alicia opened her eyes and looked down upon her future husband. His body had transformed back to being human. He was sleeping soundly.

Alicia hadn’t been very good with spells of any sort when she was a student at Hogwarts. It had taken years of Arithmancy for her to find the ability to handle other magics. Yet, in spite of her fear of dropping him, her levitation of her lover onto the bed was flawless.

You see, she said to herself. You can do it. You just have to relax and let it happen. Sadly, she always messed up when the others were watching. She had failed all her OWLS except Arithmancy. McGonagall, Flitwick, Sinestra, they were all convinced that she was little better than a halfwit. She always got so nervous and tongue tied and then her magic would go very wrong. No wonder they all reviled her. She was nothing more than a freak.

She snuck into the bed behind Lupin and spooned on his back. The tears continued to flow. And if he should wake up tomorrow morning and look at her the way the others did, what would she do? What ever would she do?

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Snape closed the album with a loud clap. John… Saccius… His father. He slammed his hand down. Why? Why did his father leave? He threw the album to the floor. Enough. He’d deal with it later.

With a bitter laugh and trembling hands, he brought the pensieve before him.

Time for more answers.

A/N: Hugs and thanks to my reviewers. I really appreciate you all: Luna, Buttercup, Fresh8, Deblovesdragon, Littlebird, Spaz141, Moyra, Deb and DMS.

Lallygag: Lollygag is generally recognized as American from the military; however, there is an older more lascivious British definition of it.

“A Dictionary of Slang and Euphemism, Richard Spears, informs that lallygag/lollygag has an older meaning of “to flirt, court, or make love” (mid-1800s), and a more current meaning of “to be idle” (1900s). The same source reveals the slang term, “ladies’ lollipop.” (British, jocular, 1800s).”
http://www.wordsmith.org/board/showflat.pl?Cat=&Board=weeklythemes&Number=42874&page=0&view=collapsed&sb=3


The title of this chapter is a quote from Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream Act 2 Sc.1.

http://www.kidsnewsroom.org/elmer/infocentral/stories/shakespeare/dream/2.1.html
[Enter, from one side, OBERON, with his train;
from the other, TITANIA, with hers]
OBERON Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
TITANIA What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence: 60
I have forsworn his bed and company.
OBERON Tarry, rash wanton: am not I thy lord?
TITANIA Then I must be thy lady: but I know
When thou hast stolen away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin sat all day, 65
Playing on pipes of corn and versing love
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
Come from the farthest Steppe of India?
But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin\'d mistress and your warrior love, 70
To Theseus must be wedded, and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity.
OBERON How canst thou thus for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus? 75
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night
From Perigenia, whom he ravished?
And make him with fair AEgle break his faith,
With Ariadne and Antiopa?
TITANIA These are the forgeries of jealousy: 80
And never, since the middle summer\'s spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead,
By paved fountain or by rushy brook,
Or in the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, 85
But with thy brawls thou hast disturb\'d our sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck\'d up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud 90
That they have overborne their continents:
The ox hath therefore stretch\'d his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attain\'d a beard;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field, 95
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine men\'s morris is fill\'d up with mud,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable:
The human mortals want their winter here; 100
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound:
And thorough this distemperature we see 105
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems\' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer, 110
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which:
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension; 115
We are their parents and original.
OBERON Do you amend it then; it lies in you:
Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
I do but beg a little changeling boy,
To be my henchman.