Snapey Went A Courting

Snapey Went A Courting

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Chapter 21 - The Twinkling of Starlight

“But through eternal night.
The twinkling of starlight.
So very far away.
Maybe it\'s only yesterday.”

Snape slowly got up from the chair and quickly walked over to his bathroom. Breathing deeply, he threw water on his face and managed not to throw up. Still he was trembling all over with a combination of feelings.

Such a fool he’d been. How could he have ever thought that she’d been interested in him? Of course the drink was at fault, along with the sense of euphoria that had enveloped him at finding out that Voldemort was at long last dead-- And the convenience of having someone there to celebrate with him. It had been a whole new world opening up to him and that a former student, the little monkey, should have left the party to come to him. Ah, yes. To be appreciated. He would not cry. After all, she’d been the one who was damaged. He’d raped her.

He flinched at the thought. He wanted to scream and run back to the Faerie. Or find his father and beat him to a pulp. And he thought his mother’s side of the family was bad…

So now it was very clear why Miss Granger, not Hermione, never again Hermione, might have not wished to be his wife. He would never ask her again to marry him, never impose upon her again in any way. He felt a tightness in his chest as if it would burst open. He wanted to be near his son and hold him and take care of him. But his person was so rank with offense that he must stay away. Ah, there was some irony… Why had his father stayed away? Was there evil in the very blood of the Snapes itself?

Snape’s feet began to move, taking him along the corridors from the dungeons-- heading up, and up. He didn’t know where he was going until he was right there in front of Lupin’s door. He lifted his hand once and put it down. He hated Lupin, if only because he was as close a friend as he could ask for. Damn the man’s eternal good will, even when mixed with a liberal dose of rue, you could count on the Werewolf. Well, hadn’t he brewed him the Wolfsbane potion enough times? Snape asked himself. It was a small favor he was asking. No, it was a huge one. Snape knew what he was giving over, only his entire life.

His fist hit the door, over and over again. In fury, in pain, in shame, he banged on the door as if he would break it down.

He heard some mild cursing and there was Lupin opening up the door. The Wizard was undressed with just a towel about his middle. His eyes were bloodshot.

“Severus, you have got to stop these early morning, uninvited visits. Do you have any idea of how early--”

“Lupin, shut up. I know what time it is.”

“Then you have some idea of how rude you are being--”

“I need to you marry Hermione Granger.” Snape felt ill. He’d manage to say it. Give away the women he desired-- give away his son.

Lupin began to laugh. at iat is it with you, Severus? Take some responsibility for your actions for once.”

“I am. I looked into the pensieve. I did rape her. That’s all you need to know.”

A feral look crossed Lupin’s face. “I knew it. She was trying to protect you. You bastard! I won’t deal with you today, but don’t you worry. There will be a reckoning!”

“Go ahead. I look forward to trouncing you in another duel.” It felt so very good to lash out. Yes, fighting a duel would be good. “I’ll fight you, Potter, bring them all on.”

“Remus?” A sleepy voice came from behind Lupin.

“Who do you have in there? You know it’s against the rules to bring women up from Hogsmeade.”

“Not that it’s any of your business!” Lupin began to close the door.

Snape got his foot in the door and had his wand out. “No matter what little strumpet you have in there, I need you to marry Hermione.”

“I’m getting married today, Severus, but it’s not to Hermione. Rape or no, she’s your lookout now.”

“Remus, what is going on? Why does he keep showing up here?” Tousle-headed and wrapped in a blanket Alicia poked her head through the gap to stare up at Snape.

“By the Gods, you’ve bedded the Crimson Mouse. Oh, you must be desperate.”

“Severus, stop that! Now leave.”

“That’s right. We’re getting married.”

“Well, you have my condolences. You’d be better off with Hermione than this—“

“Severus, don’t say it!” growled Lupin.

“Idiot-savant. Don’t you have enough trouble being a werewolf without taking on a mooncalf?”

“Well, you shouldn’t flatter yourself, Snape. After the curse I hexed you with, I highly doubt you’d be able to rape anything.” Alicia was pale under her freckles.

“Ah, it speaks. And what is it dribbling on about?” he sneered.

“Never mind. If the Great and Mighty Death Eating Snape hasn’t figured it out, I’m not telling him!” Alicia was trembling with rage. She had to calm down or she might start again.

“Hellooo? Could you all keep it down out there?” Hooch was dressed in a woolen robe and poking her head out her door. “I couldn’t care less what you three are nattering on about, but it’s early and I want my rest before the little bast – I mean, before the children return.” She put her head back inside and slammed the door.

“And a lovely morning to you too, Rolanda,” muttered Lupin just under his breath. “Come back inside, Alicia. I think we need to talk. Severus, you are on your own. I’m not having my wedding day ruined by you or anyone.” He gave a meaningful glance at Alicia.

Snape stood there in shock as the door closed on him. “Curse?”

He walked down the stairs thinking about Alicia Vector’s words. It seemed strange. He’d had no sexual problems while with the Queen, but she had also mentioned a curse. She couldn’t lift it, but she could overrule it. Snape hadn’t thought anything about it then. But now-- Bloody hell! Hermione. What was he to do with her if Lupin wasn’t available? No! Not Potter, anyone but him!

Lupin headed back into the room and looked at his wife to be. “Alicia, it’s time to talk.”

She sat on the bed and folded and unfolded her hands. “About last night?”

“And just now. Prof. McGonagall had mentioned things as well.”

She looked up at him and he wanted to tell her to never mind, it wasn’t important. She was just so unhappy. “Alicia, this is our wedding day… Talking is not a bad thing.”

“It is if I lose you.”

“Not a chance,” he smiled and kissed her. “I am beginning to realize that things about your talents may be a bit more complicated than I had thought. You seem to have more ability than you let on.”

“I’m good at sex magic. I told you that before. And cursing? It’s nothing to be proud about.”

“Nothing to be ashamed of either. It seems that there is something else. I take it you are not good at wand based magic in general?”

Alicia, looking like he was about to transform and bite her, nodded her head.

“I think we could fix that. Maybe a trip to Diagon Alley and…”

“I knew it. We shouldn’t be getting married.”

“What?”

“It’s not my magic you are trying to help with. It’s me. You are trying to fix me because I’m not good enough. I’m defective.”

“Where is this coming from?”

“Everyone knows. First check the wand if a first year isn’t focusing and controlling his magic. Then the practice sessions. I’ve been through it all. You want to fix me like I was a recalcitrant student. Well, I’m not. I’m a professor of Arithmancy and if that’s not good enough for you, then out with it and we’ll not go further.”

“Alicia—“

“It’s like I were telling you, oh yes, we’ll get married since I’m sure a cure for Lycanthropy is just around the corner. And if it isn’t? If I can’t get my magical act together? I want to be accepted for who I am, and I am sure that you do as well.”

“Actually, I was heading toward a different tangent. The only reason I asked about control is that it seems you are much more powerful than anyone ever thought. You haven’t been forthright.”

“My skills are not anything to boast about.”

“You were able to control my transformation.”

“I accidentally brought it on during sex. Sex magic and hexing, all right? I’m good at those. And most of the Witches good at sex magics are working flat on their backs at Knockturn Alley.”

Lupin blushed. “Yes, you could probably earn ten times what you are earning with the sex magic alone. But I was thinking more about your ability to control my curse.”

“If I could break or even control other people’s curses, I’d have a very cushy job at Gringotts. If I could break Lycanthropic Curses, well, I wouldn’t be working here, would I? So it’s not the case. I only controlled your transformation because I brought it on. I can’t change your curse in and of itself. I’m sorry.”

Alicia quickly got up and locked herself in the bathroom. Lupin sat heavily on the bed and put his hands over his face. Damn, he thought, I truly mucked that one up. There was a knock on the door.

Locating his bathrobe, he went to the door. Filch was there.

“Seeing as Alicia was kind enough to invite me to the hand fasting, I thought I’d se you you couldn’t use this. It belonged to my father.” Filch sucked in his cheek and looked quite woebegone. Mrs. Norris sniffed at Lupin’s leg and hissed.

Remus looked at the garment. It was a formal robe richly done in purple velvet and gold thread. “I’m honored that you should—“

“Keep ‘em then. I won’t be having need of them.”

“Thank you. I’ll tell Alicia of your kindness…”

“Bad luck for the groom to see the bride on their wedding day.”

“We were just…”

“An’ I didn’t see neither you two at breakfast.”

Filch was eyeing the disarray of sheets and blankets. Sensing something was up, Lupin made full disclosure. “Yes, she’s here. In the bath.”

“Alicia?” Filch called out.

“Argus?” Alicia poked her nose out the door.

“You been crying,” he said deadpan.

“What of it?”

“Nothing. Be on my way, then.” Filch quirked a smile. “Shouldn’t see the groom before the wedding.”

“Quite,” said Lupin nervously. “Thank you again.” Lupin closed the door.

“Alicia, I’m sorry.”

Having gotten a house elf to fetch her some robes, she had dressed while in the bathroom. She quickly went to him. “No, I’m just crazy. I’m sorry. I mistook everything.”

“Just nerves then. Right, shouldn’t see each other before the ceremony.” He held her and smiled. “But there is just one thing I’d like to say before sending you off.”

“Am I going to get upset again? You know, I’m really bad at glamours, too.”

“I was going to ask that as it is the beginning of a new life for us, that maybe we couldn’t put paid to old hurts and start afresh.”

“How so?” Alicia started to worry a hangnail on her thumb.
“We need to get along with everyone here in the Hogwarts community. I thought it might be a nice gesture to lift the curse on Severus.”

Alicia inhaled deeply. “Do you know how much I hate him?”

“Well, maybe we could let go of that now. If he tries to tease or hurt you in any way, he’ll answer to me.”

“Why are you asking this?”

“Just that, well, we are starting fresh. Sometimes Hogwarts is a bit insular, but we’ll be together. Do you understand?”

Alicia nodded. “Can I think about it? This isn’t a either/or situation, is it?”

“No, no. I just wanted to do a reappraisal of how we fit into the school.”

Alicia gave him a swift kiss. “I’ve got to go get ready. Even if it’s only Hagrid, Pomona and Argus, I need to be presentable.”

“You will look gorgeous. And Harry is coming as well. So that’s the six of us. A good number for a hand fasting.” Privately Lupin was worried that not inviting more of Hogwarts’ staff wasn’t politic, but if it was to be today, before Dumbledore arrived, they couldn’t afford to do anything elaborate or planned. Besides those three seemed to be the only people Alicia actually liked at the school.

&&&


Hermione was waiting patiently for Snape at his dungeon chambers. She was taken aback at the transformation he’d undergone in the few short hours they’d been apart. He was scowling and one could, if one squinted, almost imagine a tiny, dark, storm cloud hovering over his head.

“Severus?”

He looked irked to see her but all he asked was, “Where’s Waldo?”

Hermione stifled a nervous giggle.

“Sleeping. I suppose I should be grateful. It’s what all newborns do.”

Snape made a face and went past her into his rooms. “And what are you doing here?”

She had to admit his mercurial nature was a bit off-putting. He was definiten hin his “git” mood. “We agreed to talk about us this morning, remember?”

“There is no “us” and there can be no “us”. Now leave.”

“And what about Waldo?”

“I renounce any claim I had to him.”

“And what brought all of this about?” Deftly, Hermione moved in front of him, blocking him from avoiding her.

“None of your concern,” he said looking for a way to escape.

“I beg to differ. We share a son. No matter where we stand vis-à-vis one another, I do eve eve we both want the best for him.”

“You are the best for him and… and” His face took on a ferocious aspect.

“I have a right to know what’s bothering you.” Hermione took him by his arms.

“Go away, you are nothing but a stupid girl.”

Hermione slapped him before she had a moment to rethink the action.

“I’m sorry. Blame it on the hormones.” She stepped away, wondering again what it was about the idiot that had ever attracted her. Then she saw the pensieve.

Snape was staring at her and holding his face. Suddenly, he grabbed her, pulled her into his embrace and kissed her. It was a harsh kiss, rude and rough.

“You know, now. You found out what happened, didn’t you?” Hermione asked, watching him steadily.

“How can you stand the sight of me?”

“At first, I couldn’t even stand the thought of you.” She pushed her body closer to his. “You ruined my whole life. You ruined my water birth. And you made me pull my stitches with your ridiculous costumes.”

“Don’t mock me.”

“Don’t you think your behavior gives me the right? Stop acting like you’re the injured party.” Her words were cruel, but she couldn’t help herself.

“So leave,” his lip curled in its usual sneer.

“I think it was the costumes that did it. Or maybe it was the baby book. Or the way you smelled when you made the effort to fix yourself up for me?”

Snape watched her, dumbfounded. “Are you some sort of masochist? I raped you.”

“Frankly, I’ve had a lot longer to think over that evening than you have. It happened so awfully fast. We fell and I got pregnant. There was no penetration. There wasn’t even time for me to say ‘boo’. How can you call that a rape?”

“It was a violation.”

“Of some sort. I did feel angry when I found out I was pregnant. I was so fed up with the whole damned Wizarding community and here I was with a Wizard’s child growing in me.” Tears welled up. “I did try to hate you.”

“Hermione.” He stroked away the first tear that trickled down her face.

“And then I fell in love with you. But I still haven’t a clue as to who or what you are! You run hot and cold on me all the time, and it’s getting tiresome.”

He kissed her, wanting to kiss away the tears and the pain. He knew he couldn’t though, as much as he wanted to. He had hurt his silly, little monkey, and knew deep down that it was wrong to even think of her that way. “I’m sorry, for everything,” he whispered.

“That’s strange because I don’t regret it. It got me Waldo and I couldn’t imagine life without him now.”

Snape found himself at a loss for words. He kissed her neck just below the ear and then moved lower on her throat. Thinking lost its appeal. He put his hand on her breast, almost afraid to touch her and sought out her eyes.

“The oddest thing. Since Madam Pomfrey healed the stitches and everything else, I’ve been feeling quite randy. I want you.”

“And I, you. But you’re right. We don’t know each other. Shouldn’t we take the time—“

He gasped, feeling her hand firmly placed on his semi-hard privates.

“What were you saying?” she said innocently.

“I was saying that the bed room is straight through those doors. It’s a single bed and the sheets need changing,” he gasped as her thumb pressed against the head of his prick through his robes.

“Sounds delightful. Let’s go.” Hermione turned and headed through the doors. If a house elf had been there in the past decade or so, it didn’t show. Snape kicked a couple of books under the bed.

“Not much to look at.”

Hermione turned her attention to him and began to unbutton his robes, “Let me be the judge of that.” The robes fell off of him, revealing a body that was tanned and trim from several years serving the Faerie Queen.

“I think you look quite… nice, actually. What a change a day makes.”

Snape laughed. Yes, indeed, he thought, and just this morning I had renounced her. He began to undo Hermione’s robes. Her breasts were very full and leaking. Snape sank to his knees and carefully licked a nipple. Hermione took a handful of his long hair and pressed him to her.

As her body swayed off balance, she cried out, “Bed.”

He picked her up and set her down on it, upsetting a journal or two, which clattered to the floor. His body was ready for her, but he wanted her to be more than ready for him. He caressed her other breast and he continued to flick his tongue over her engorged tit. Slowly, his hand traveled down her body to her delta. He thumbed her clit for a minute or less before letting first one and then another finger enter her.

“Severus, you’re making me…” she screamed and held his head to her as she felt her first trembling orgasm. Just then his cock, pressed against her leg, spurted out over her. Snape groaned in a combination of release and disappointment.

She kissed him again. “I don’t mind, if you don’t.”

Snape down looked at the mess. “I hadn’d thd that problem since…”

&&&

McGonagall was inspecting the clearing near Hagrid’s hut.

“Um, Perfessor McGonagall” said Hagrid, “Wha’ are yeh doin’ here?”

“I happened to notice something which looks like preparations for a… hand fasting?”

“Um. Errr. Umm. Well,” he pulled on his beard, trying to think of what to say.

“It looks like Professor Sprout had blessed the circle and all is quite as it should be. Nice flowers.”

“I warn supposed ter tell no one, no’ a soul.” Hagrid shifted his weight from leg to leg.

“Relax, Hagrid. Remus told me last night.”

“Well, tha’s good then. Cause, they jus’ wanted a small, simple ceremony and—“

“We shall see, Hagrid. We shall see.” McGonagall gave a small, tight smile and swept back to the castle.


A/N: Special thanks to my reviewers: DMS, LittleBird, Deblovesdragon, Deb, Spaz141, and Moyra.

ARTIST: Zager and Evans
TITLE: In the Year 2525


In the year 2525
If man is still alive.
If woman can survive, they may find.


In the year 3535
Ain\'t gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies.
Everything you think, do and say, is in the pill you took today.


In the year 4545
Ain\'t gonna need your teeth, won\'t need your eyes.
You won\'t find a thing to chew.
Nobody\'s gonna look at you.


In the year 5555
Your arms hanging limp at your sides.
Your legs got nothing to do.
Some machine doing that for you.


In the 656 6565
Ain\'t gonna need no husband, won\'t need no wife.
You\'ll pick your son, pick your daughter too.
From the bottom of a long glass tube. Whoa-oh


In the year 7510
If God\'s a-comin, he oughta make it by then.
Maybe he\'ll look around himself and say.
Guess it\'s time for the judgment day.


In the year 8510
God is gonna shake his mighty head.
He\'ll either say.I\'m pleased where man has been.
Or tear it down and start again. Whoa-oh


In the year 9595
I\'m kinda wonderin if man is gonna be alive.
He\'s taken everything this old Earth can give.
And he ain\'t put back nothing.Whoa-oh

Now it\'s been ten thousand years
Man has cried a billion tears.
For what he never knew,
now man\'s reign is through.


But throughrnalrnal night.
The twinkling of starlight.
So very far away.
Maybe it\'s only yesterday.


In the year 2525
If man is still alive.
If woman can survive, they may find.


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