The Reluctant Detectives
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
30
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13,565
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96
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3
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Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-two
By the time lunch came around everyone was more than ready to take a break. Even Hermione, who had been charging full steam ahead for the majority of the time, needed to stop and sit. But even as she was eating her lunch, Hermione was organizing the forensic evidence she had to date in her mind. Everything fell into place with the exception of one Miss Viviana Templeton. She was the thorn in Hermione’s proverbial side. Her place in this unholy quest to become a hero didn’t make sense. Okay, she asked herself, what was her part of this mess? She had been sent over to what? Disgrace the headmaster? But what for, she asked herself. It wasn’t as if there was a person in the wizarding world that didn’t know about his spying for the right or that he nearly died as a result of doing so.
“What’s going through your head?” Severus whispered near her ear. “You look ready to cry.” He brushed a thoughtless tear she had shed away.
“Just remembering some bad things,” she explained to him, reaching out and caressing his scar at his neck. “Some very bad things.”
“I lived,” he murmured, kissing her temple. “Because of you. Now stop this maudlin behavior least I have to send you to spend time with Trelawney.”
“Merlin, no!” she muttered, but then asked, “You’re a sneaky man, no offense.”
“None taken,” he replied.
“Why would someone send a student over to try to disgrace you as Viviana was?” she asked him.
It was Lucius who answered, “To get him away from the case at hand.”
“But that doesn’t make sense,” she said. “It wasn’t as if it was a widely known thing that Kingsley had asked us to do this investigation for him.”
“No about the only people that would have known would be…” Snape started to say when the thought occurred to him what must have happened. Severus, Lucius, and Hermione muttered the last words together, “An auror.”
***
Since it wasn’t known which auror it could be, the DNA snatch plan was put into effect. Everyone that they could trust were involved, including and not limited to Sirius Black, Lucius Malfoy, and Harry Potter to name just a few. They would retrieve the DNA, through fair or foul means, and would bring them over to Hermione to test.
For hours this went on. Until Hermione was convinced that she would be seeing dancing DNA sequences in her sleep if she didn’t take a break. She left a note telling the people coming in with the DNA to label who brought it in, person received from and time. As DNA was a time sensitive thing, this was very important. She also told them to put a stasis spell on the samples. This would preserve them and prevent them from going bad.
Hermione had no sooner gone over to the room that the dining table set itself and a small meal was there for her to eat. Smiling she picked up the note Severus had left for her. It wasn’t flowery prose. That wasn’t his style. But he had thought enough to see to it that she ate.
She sat down. When pulling out the napkin and setting it on her lap, something odd occurred to her. She was alone. Sitting at the table alone eating. There would be only one person to get a memory from—herself.
“Merlin! I’m an idiot!” She jumped up and rushed right back over to the memory log for the Diagon Alley bombing that was in her lab.
Severus had just been stepping through the doorway when he watched as she had shot out of her seat, going straight back to work. Was there any way to keep the little witch from working herself into exhaustion, he asked himself, as he strolled over to see what she was about.
“Why didn’t I see it before?” she asked, flipping through the pages quickly trying to find what she was looking for. “Fuck.”
“Language,” Severus purred, gaining a glare from her. “We are in a school.”
“Need I remind you that we were in a school in the middle of last night when you had me bending like a contortionist and speaking to you like a foul mouthed minx?” she shot back, still not looking up from what she was searching for.
“No, that won’t be necessary. What are you looking for?” he asked her.
“The first memory we studied. The bomber was alone in that storage room,” she muttered, having found the page in question, but was now looking for the entry itself. “You saw that as well as I did.”
“Yes, what of it?” he asked.
She looked up from the book. “If there was no one else in that room, where did the memory come from?”
“Merlin,” he breathed, shutting his eyes. “I am such an idiot.”
“It could only come from the bomber,” she murmured. “Why in the world would they have given it to us?” She stopped. “It’s not logged.”
“What? Let me see that,” he said, taking the book from her. “It appears you are correct.” He looked over to her. “That being the case how is it that we have it at all?”
“A mistake?” she ventured.
“You are too thorough,” he muttered.
“I meant on his part.” With arched brows, Severus appeared to be weighing the prospect of this occurring.
“Perhaps the individual didn’t know he was giving us this memory as well?” he queried.
“Like a bonus feature at a muggle movie?” she asked.
“I don’t know what that is.”
“It’s something extra that one didn’t expect when going,” she told him.
He nodded. “I don’t think our villain knew he did so. What would be gained from handing over the memory? He wants to be a hero, not an imprisoned bomber after all.”
“But how did it get separated from the other memories he must have submitted?” she asked, looking ready to scream in frustration. “Severus, not to get off topic, but if I don’t have a meal and a shag soon I think I’m going to pull my hair out.”
“That would be a travesty given you only just got it under control a year ago,” he murmured. “Do you care the order?”
She took the log from him and dropping it, jumped up into his arms and wrapped her legs around his torso.
“Shag first,” he muttered, palming the firm, round globes of her rear. “Merlin, I love your ass.”
She kept kissing his jaw as well as his neck, saying nothing as he carried her over to the bed that they had been sharing.
“Shit!” Sirius cursed as he spun away from them. “I didn’t need to see that!”
The mood now broken for her, Hermione moved away from her lover. Standing up she exclaimed, “I told you about getting better wards on the room! I swear to Merlin! All the time with the interruptions anytime during daylight hours! It’s like having children without the childbirth, Severus!”
***
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By the time lunch came around everyone was more than ready to take a break. Even Hermione, who had been charging full steam ahead for the majority of the time, needed to stop and sit. But even as she was eating her lunch, Hermione was organizing the forensic evidence she had to date in her mind. Everything fell into place with the exception of one Miss Viviana Templeton. She was the thorn in Hermione’s proverbial side. Her place in this unholy quest to become a hero didn’t make sense. Okay, she asked herself, what was her part of this mess? She had been sent over to what? Disgrace the headmaster? But what for, she asked herself. It wasn’t as if there was a person in the wizarding world that didn’t know about his spying for the right or that he nearly died as a result of doing so.
“What’s going through your head?” Severus whispered near her ear. “You look ready to cry.” He brushed a thoughtless tear she had shed away.
“Just remembering some bad things,” she explained to him, reaching out and caressing his scar at his neck. “Some very bad things.”
“I lived,” he murmured, kissing her temple. “Because of you. Now stop this maudlin behavior least I have to send you to spend time with Trelawney.”
“Merlin, no!” she muttered, but then asked, “You’re a sneaky man, no offense.”
“None taken,” he replied.
“Why would someone send a student over to try to disgrace you as Viviana was?” she asked him.
It was Lucius who answered, “To get him away from the case at hand.”
“But that doesn’t make sense,” she said. “It wasn’t as if it was a widely known thing that Kingsley had asked us to do this investigation for him.”
“No about the only people that would have known would be…” Snape started to say when the thought occurred to him what must have happened. Severus, Lucius, and Hermione muttered the last words together, “An auror.”
***
Since it wasn’t known which auror it could be, the DNA snatch plan was put into effect. Everyone that they could trust were involved, including and not limited to Sirius Black, Lucius Malfoy, and Harry Potter to name just a few. They would retrieve the DNA, through fair or foul means, and would bring them over to Hermione to test.
For hours this went on. Until Hermione was convinced that she would be seeing dancing DNA sequences in her sleep if she didn’t take a break. She left a note telling the people coming in with the DNA to label who brought it in, person received from and time. As DNA was a time sensitive thing, this was very important. She also told them to put a stasis spell on the samples. This would preserve them and prevent them from going bad.
Hermione had no sooner gone over to the room that the dining table set itself and a small meal was there for her to eat. Smiling she picked up the note Severus had left for her. It wasn’t flowery prose. That wasn’t his style. But he had thought enough to see to it that she ate.
She sat down. When pulling out the napkin and setting it on her lap, something odd occurred to her. She was alone. Sitting at the table alone eating. There would be only one person to get a memory from—herself.
“Merlin! I’m an idiot!” She jumped up and rushed right back over to the memory log for the Diagon Alley bombing that was in her lab.
Severus had just been stepping through the doorway when he watched as she had shot out of her seat, going straight back to work. Was there any way to keep the little witch from working herself into exhaustion, he asked himself, as he strolled over to see what she was about.
“Why didn’t I see it before?” she asked, flipping through the pages quickly trying to find what she was looking for. “Fuck.”
“Language,” Severus purred, gaining a glare from her. “We are in a school.”
“Need I remind you that we were in a school in the middle of last night when you had me bending like a contortionist and speaking to you like a foul mouthed minx?” she shot back, still not looking up from what she was searching for.
“No, that won’t be necessary. What are you looking for?” he asked her.
“The first memory we studied. The bomber was alone in that storage room,” she muttered, having found the page in question, but was now looking for the entry itself. “You saw that as well as I did.”
“Yes, what of it?” he asked.
She looked up from the book. “If there was no one else in that room, where did the memory come from?”
“Merlin,” he breathed, shutting his eyes. “I am such an idiot.”
“It could only come from the bomber,” she murmured. “Why in the world would they have given it to us?” She stopped. “It’s not logged.”
“What? Let me see that,” he said, taking the book from her. “It appears you are correct.” He looked over to her. “That being the case how is it that we have it at all?”
“A mistake?” she ventured.
“You are too thorough,” he muttered.
“I meant on his part.” With arched brows, Severus appeared to be weighing the prospect of this occurring.
“Perhaps the individual didn’t know he was giving us this memory as well?” he queried.
“Like a bonus feature at a muggle movie?” she asked.
“I don’t know what that is.”
“It’s something extra that one didn’t expect when going,” she told him.
He nodded. “I don’t think our villain knew he did so. What would be gained from handing over the memory? He wants to be a hero, not an imprisoned bomber after all.”
“But how did it get separated from the other memories he must have submitted?” she asked, looking ready to scream in frustration. “Severus, not to get off topic, but if I don’t have a meal and a shag soon I think I’m going to pull my hair out.”
“That would be a travesty given you only just got it under control a year ago,” he murmured. “Do you care the order?”
She took the log from him and dropping it, jumped up into his arms and wrapped her legs around his torso.
“Shag first,” he muttered, palming the firm, round globes of her rear. “Merlin, I love your ass.”
She kept kissing his jaw as well as his neck, saying nothing as he carried her over to the bed that they had been sharing.
“Shit!” Sirius cursed as he spun away from them. “I didn’t need to see that!”
The mood now broken for her, Hermione moved away from her lover. Standing up she exclaimed, “I told you about getting better wards on the room! I swear to Merlin! All the time with the interruptions anytime during daylight hours! It’s like having children without the childbirth, Severus!”
***
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