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Chapter 22 - Bittersweet
A/N: Here\'s Chapter 22. Here be Lemons and strong terminology.
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Chapter Twenty-Two
Bittersweet
Harry\'s Home, Gryffindor Tower, Hogwarts, August 2010
\"Mum...have any arrangements been made for...the funeral?\"
Molly Weasley shook her head sadly at her daughter. \"We\'re not really sure what to do about it just yet, Ginny dear. With no visible trace of the...his body - \" She broke off, rubbing her eyes across the knitted sleeve of her cardigan.
It was difficult. The Annihilare curse had rendered the whole house and its contents to a fine powder as it had descended from roof to cellar. The best option seemed to be to collect some of the powder and bury that, hoping it contained some elements that had been Ron. But even for the Minister of Magic\'s son, there would be a delay, while Ministry Officials held the remnants as evidence. Until Pansy could be found, and sentenced again, what was left of Ron Weasley, and the house that had been known as Chez Nous, would wait for interment...indefinitely.
\"Mum, Dad...can Fred and George come and visit us here? I know you said that their apartments were being used by the Ministry Aurors, but I would love to see them. I don\'t know...I just feel like I need to hang on to every scrap of family I\'ve got. Do you know what I mean?\" Ginny finished feeding Athena, and handed the tiny girl to her mother. Ronald was sleeping soundly, but she knew he would wake soon for his feed.
Arthur sighed. \"Yes, dear. I feel the same way. What with Percy in Azkaban, and still no news of Charlie...\" he broke off, as the three older Potter children bounced in.
\"Grandpa! Gran!\"
Matilda Virginia Potter, the oldest of Ginny and Harry\'s children, had turned nine that week. Her flame-red hair was cropped short, turning up at the back and sides. Her tendency to prefer jeans and tee shirts to more feminine garb amused her grandfather, and frustrated her grandmother.
\"Tilly, dear! You look more like a boy than ever!\"
\"Thanks, Gran!\"
Molly tutted. \"Jerry! Cait! You\'re both growing so tall! Let me see you all then...come on! Line up!\"
Obediently, Cai, Je, Jeremiah and Matilda stood together in order of height, two dark heads and a red one. All had inherited their grandmother Lily\'s intense green eyes and the Weasley freckles, but there was where the similarities ended.
Jeremiah George Potter was a solemn-looking chap, seven years old and thin as a rake, no matter how many pumpkin pasties he ate. He was sensitive and polite, in stark contrast to his older sister, who had a tendency to be brazen and impertinent - although she had a heart of gold, really.
Caitlin Molly Potter, aged five, was dark, like Jerry, but her hair bounced around her head in a shower of black corkscrew curls. She had inherited Molly\'s taste in brightly-knitted clothes, and had her maternal grandmother\'s ability to make her voice heard over those of others.
Molly beamed at them all. \"Right then - who\'s for a game of Wizard Chess?\"
Settling Athena carefully into Arthur\'s arms, Molly led the three of them into the playroom.
\"Ginny, how is Hermione?\" Arthur asked his daughter gently. Ginny grimaced.
\"I think she\'ll be all right. She\'s probably still asleep. Gods...I\'m so glad my life is simple! I wish we could help her more, Dad. I know you were disappointed with Ron, we all were, but Hermione got the roughest deal of all. She had to live with him.\"
Arthur looked at his only daughter quizzically, and Ginny, with a heavy heart, told him what she knew.
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Head of Slytherin\'s Private Quarters, Hogwarts, August 2010
Albus bloody Dumbledore had given him the slip, again! Severus summoned a cup of coffee. He collapsed into his leather armchair by the fireside and frowned thunderously, his thoughts as dark as the strong black liquid in the stone mug.
Something was going on behind his back, and he didn\'t like it.
First of all, he had lost a whole day to sleep, because that interfering old Wizard had been up to something as usual. What though? Certainly, some items from his private stock of Potions ingredients were missing, just as they\'d been going missing throughout the entire Summer Holidays so far.
That wasn\'t enough reason to put him under for so many hours, though. So there must be something more than that.
Knowing Albus bloody Dumbledore, he, Severus Snape, was likely a mere pawn in a much larger game.
Also, knowing Albus bloody Dumbledore, the game wasn\'t over yet. But who were the other players? Minerva? Unlikely. Potter? Pretty likely. Malfoy...more than likely.
And he was willing to bet that Mrs. Ronald Weasley was involved somehow. Whether she was merely another pawn, like him, remained to be seen.
Gods, she looked even more beautiful than she had been a dozen years ago. How old must she be? Around thirty, maybe thirty-two, he calculated. He recalled watching her body through the torn gown in Minerva\'s office the previous night - her breasts more rounded than twelve years ago, the nipples slightly darker. A faint note of alarm sounded in Severus\' mind, as he tried to catch hold of the image...there was something else...which was eluding him.
\'No matter\', he thought, \'it will come to me in time.\'
Remembering the feel of her body pressed against his, Severus closed his eyes, savouring the memory. Her body, curvaceous in maturity, was even more sensually gratifying...she had leaned into him and he had felt her tightly-wound nipples almost boring into his flesh. Her desire had been apparent. She had kissed him as passionately as he had kissed her. He had caressed between her legs, and he had felt the moisture of her arousal through the fine woollen cloth of her gown.
His body was responding right now...at the mere memory of her. He could feel his desire throbbing within, aching to be brought out from sud suddenly tight clothes.
Feverishly, he put his coffee down on the floor, and stumbled into the privacy of his bedchamber.
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Caretaker\'s Quarters, Hogwarts, August 2010
Nathan Bulstrode was sweating profusely as he finally made it to his tiny bedroom. He should have known not to have visited Knockturn Alley yesterday - he always came down with some sort of bug every time he went to the filthy place.
But it was the only way he could continue in his attempts to gain some magical ability. Flopping down onto the bed, he pulled out a letter, sealed with green wax. The latest lesson in the correspondence course he\'d signed up for.
He\'d wanted to try Kwikspell, but it was far too expensive. And it hadn\'t worked for his Master, Mr Filch. This course - Opportunity Squibs - was free. All he had to do was take part in a few experiments. And they were easy...mostly potions, which tasted rather pleasant, plus a few little talks with the enigmatic, cloaCourCourse Co-ordinator, Madame Bee, who, in the dusty, damp room above Borgin & Burkes, would quiz him on his progress.
Nathan\'s head felt a little better. Perhaps he wouldn\'t have a nap after all. Perhaps he would spend his lunch hour with the latest lesson from Opportunity Squibs.
He cracked the green wax seal with his thumbnail, and opening it, began to read:
\"Special August Offer! Portkeys to save you Embarrassment.
\"Apparation is a skill, which even many accomplished Wizards cannot themselves master safely. Take comfort from this, and know that there is an alternative: the Portkey. Whilst you may be unable to charm your own Portkey, Opportunity Squibs has vowed to provide every one of its students with one ready-charmed Portkey so that they may get safely home at any time.
\"To receive your Portkey, kindly send a letter to the Course Co-ordinator. If your dwelling is protected by Charms, Hexes or Wards, you must provide Passwords and any other details so that your own, personal, embarrassment-saving Portkey can be successful.
\"Sincerely yours, Madam Millie Bee
Course Co-ordinator
Opportunity Squibs Magic Enhancement Course.\"
Nathan breathed heavily with mounting excitement. They were going to make him a Portkey! He, Nathan Bulstrode, could feel...magical.
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Head of Slytherin\'s Private Quarters, Hogwarts, August 2010
Severus collapsed onto the bed, clawing at the buttons on his trousers. He was half-mad with lust, driven out of all control. He tore the fly open in frustration, pulling out his erect penis and closed both hands around it, groaning with need, fantasising about entering Hermione\'s warm depths and thrusting...deeply...
~ Oh, yesssss, Severus... ~
Gods, he could almost *hear* her!
~ Severus...Mmmm... ~
Imagining he was really inside her, Severus fought to regain his control. He wanted to pleasure her...take her slowly until she burst around him, her inner muscles tightening around his aching member. But then he heard her whisper softly:
~ You\'re so close... ~
\"Oh...Ah....Hermione!\" Her delicious voice in his mind was his undoing. Severus suddenly convulsed as the intensity of his orgasm crashed over him, his body jerking spasmodically as hot ropes of semen spewed from the suffused head of his penis.
Afterwards, he lay, curled in a foetal ball, skin cooling, on the satin-covered eiderdown on which he had once made love to the real Hermione. If only his fantasies could become reality once more...then life would feel worth living again.
~ Severus... ~ the voice purred.
But Severus was falling into a deep, satisfied sleep, snuggled up to a length of green velvet that at one time had covered the mirror opposite his bed.
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Chapter Twenty-Two
Bittersweet
Harry\'s Home, Gryffindor Tower, Hogwarts, August 2010
\"Mum...have any arrangements been made for...the funeral?\"
Molly Weasley shook her head sadly at her daughter. \"We\'re not really sure what to do about it just yet, Ginny dear. With no visible trace of the...his body - \" She broke off, rubbing her eyes across the knitted sleeve of her cardigan.
It was difficult. The Annihilare curse had rendered the whole house and its contents to a fine powder as it had descended from roof to cellar. The best option seemed to be to collect some of the powder and bury that, hoping it contained some elements that had been Ron. But even for the Minister of Magic\'s son, there would be a delay, while Ministry Officials held the remnants as evidence. Until Pansy could be found, and sentenced again, what was left of Ron Weasley, and the house that had been known as Chez Nous, would wait for interment...indefinitely.
\"Mum, Dad...can Fred and George come and visit us here? I know you said that their apartments were being used by the Ministry Aurors, but I would love to see them. I don\'t know...I just feel like I need to hang on to every scrap of family I\'ve got. Do you know what I mean?\" Ginny finished feeding Athena, and handed the tiny girl to her mother. Ronald was sleeping soundly, but she knew he would wake soon for his feed.
Arthur sighed. \"Yes, dear. I feel the same way. What with Percy in Azkaban, and still no news of Charlie...\" he broke off, as the three older Potter children bounced in.
\"Grandpa! Gran!\"
Matilda Virginia Potter, the oldest of Ginny and Harry\'s children, had turned nine that week. Her flame-red hair was cropped short, turning up at the back and sides. Her tendency to prefer jeans and tee shirts to more feminine garb amused her grandfather, and frustrated her grandmother.
\"Tilly, dear! You look more like a boy than ever!\"
\"Thanks, Gran!\"
Molly tutted. \"Jerry! Cait! You\'re both growing so tall! Let me see you all then...come on! Line up!\"
Obediently, Cai, Je, Jeremiah and Matilda stood together in order of height, two dark heads and a red one. All had inherited their grandmother Lily\'s intense green eyes and the Weasley freckles, but there was where the similarities ended.
Jeremiah George Potter was a solemn-looking chap, seven years old and thin as a rake, no matter how many pumpkin pasties he ate. He was sensitive and polite, in stark contrast to his older sister, who had a tendency to be brazen and impertinent - although she had a heart of gold, really.
Caitlin Molly Potter, aged five, was dark, like Jerry, but her hair bounced around her head in a shower of black corkscrew curls. She had inherited Molly\'s taste in brightly-knitted clothes, and had her maternal grandmother\'s ability to make her voice heard over those of others.
Molly beamed at them all. \"Right then - who\'s for a game of Wizard Chess?\"
Settling Athena carefully into Arthur\'s arms, Molly led the three of them into the playroom.
\"Ginny, how is Hermione?\" Arthur asked his daughter gently. Ginny grimaced.
\"I think she\'ll be all right. She\'s probably still asleep. Gods...I\'m so glad my life is simple! I wish we could help her more, Dad. I know you were disappointed with Ron, we all were, but Hermione got the roughest deal of all. She had to live with him.\"
Arthur looked at his only daughter quizzically, and Ginny, with a heavy heart, told him what she knew.
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Head of Slytherin\'s Private Quarters, Hogwarts, August 2010
Albus bloody Dumbledore had given him the slip, again! Severus summoned a cup of coffee. He collapsed into his leather armchair by the fireside and frowned thunderously, his thoughts as dark as the strong black liquid in the stone mug.
Something was going on behind his back, and he didn\'t like it.
First of all, he had lost a whole day to sleep, because that interfering old Wizard had been up to something as usual. What though? Certainly, some items from his private stock of Potions ingredients were missing, just as they\'d been going missing throughout the entire Summer Holidays so far.
That wasn\'t enough reason to put him under for so many hours, though. So there must be something more than that.
Knowing Albus bloody Dumbledore, he, Severus Snape, was likely a mere pawn in a much larger game.
Also, knowing Albus bloody Dumbledore, the game wasn\'t over yet. But who were the other players? Minerva? Unlikely. Potter? Pretty likely. Malfoy...more than likely.
And he was willing to bet that Mrs. Ronald Weasley was involved somehow. Whether she was merely another pawn, like him, remained to be seen.
Gods, she looked even more beautiful than she had been a dozen years ago. How old must she be? Around thirty, maybe thirty-two, he calculated. He recalled watching her body through the torn gown in Minerva\'s office the previous night - her breasts more rounded than twelve years ago, the nipples slightly darker. A faint note of alarm sounded in Severus\' mind, as he tried to catch hold of the image...there was something else...which was eluding him.
\'No matter\', he thought, \'it will come to me in time.\'
Remembering the feel of her body pressed against his, Severus closed his eyes, savouring the memory. Her body, curvaceous in maturity, was even more sensually gratifying...she had leaned into him and he had felt her tightly-wound nipples almost boring into his flesh. Her desire had been apparent. She had kissed him as passionately as he had kissed her. He had caressed between her legs, and he had felt the moisture of her arousal through the fine woollen cloth of her gown.
His body was responding right now...at the mere memory of her. He could feel his desire throbbing within, aching to be brought out from sud suddenly tight clothes.
Feverishly, he put his coffee down on the floor, and stumbled into the privacy of his bedchamber.
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Caretaker\'s Quarters, Hogwarts, August 2010
Nathan Bulstrode was sweating profusely as he finally made it to his tiny bedroom. He should have known not to have visited Knockturn Alley yesterday - he always came down with some sort of bug every time he went to the filthy place.
But it was the only way he could continue in his attempts to gain some magical ability. Flopping down onto the bed, he pulled out a letter, sealed with green wax. The latest lesson in the correspondence course he\'d signed up for.
He\'d wanted to try Kwikspell, but it was far too expensive. And it hadn\'t worked for his Master, Mr Filch. This course - Opportunity Squibs - was free. All he had to do was take part in a few experiments. And they were easy...mostly potions, which tasted rather pleasant, plus a few little talks with the enigmatic, cloaCourCourse Co-ordinator, Madame Bee, who, in the dusty, damp room above Borgin & Burkes, would quiz him on his progress.
Nathan\'s head felt a little better. Perhaps he wouldn\'t have a nap after all. Perhaps he would spend his lunch hour with the latest lesson from Opportunity Squibs.
He cracked the green wax seal with his thumbnail, and opening it, began to read:
\"Special August Offer! Portkeys to save you Embarrassment.
\"Apparation is a skill, which even many accomplished Wizards cannot themselves master safely. Take comfort from this, and know that there is an alternative: the Portkey. Whilst you may be unable to charm your own Portkey, Opportunity Squibs has vowed to provide every one of its students with one ready-charmed Portkey so that they may get safely home at any time.
\"To receive your Portkey, kindly send a letter to the Course Co-ordinator. If your dwelling is protected by Charms, Hexes or Wards, you must provide Passwords and any other details so that your own, personal, embarrassment-saving Portkey can be successful.
\"Sincerely yours, Madam Millie Bee
Course Co-ordinator
Opportunity Squibs Magic Enhancement Course.\"
Nathan breathed heavily with mounting excitement. They were going to make him a Portkey! He, Nathan Bulstrode, could feel...magical.
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Head of Slytherin\'s Private Quarters, Hogwarts, August 2010
Severus collapsed onto the bed, clawing at the buttons on his trousers. He was half-mad with lust, driven out of all control. He tore the fly open in frustration, pulling out his erect penis and closed both hands around it, groaning with need, fantasising about entering Hermione\'s warm depths and thrusting...deeply...
~ Oh, yesssss, Severus... ~
Gods, he could almost *hear* her!
~ Severus...Mmmm... ~
Imagining he was really inside her, Severus fought to regain his control. He wanted to pleasure her...take her slowly until she burst around him, her inner muscles tightening around his aching member. But then he heard her whisper softly:
~ You\'re so close... ~
\"Oh...Ah....Hermione!\" Her delicious voice in his mind was his undoing. Severus suddenly convulsed as the intensity of his orgasm crashed over him, his body jerking spasmodically as hot ropes of semen spewed from the suffused head of his penis.
Afterwards, he lay, curled in a foetal ball, skin cooling, on the satin-covered eiderdown on which he had once made love to the real Hermione. If only his fantasies could become reality once more...then life would feel worth living again.
~ Severus... ~ the voice purred.
But Severus was falling into a deep, satisfied sleep, snuggled up to a length of green velvet that at one time had covered the mirror opposite his bed.