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Adult +
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27
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183
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Chapter Twenty-two
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Chapter Twenty-two
Hermione hadn’t gone back to her office. Instead, she went back to her rooms, not wanting to deal with the gossipers that were already trying to approach her. Severus found her sitting in front of a spelled window, watching an image of a lovely spring day at Hyde Park. He went over to her, caressing her face as he did so.
She blinked at him, giving a sigh. “I should have realized something like this…”
“Don’t,” he told her sternly. “You did what you did not out of selfish reasons.”
“Perhaps I did?” She shrugged. “It just felt so wrong before. Like a part of my soul was missing and I would do anything to get it back.” She sniffled. “I never felt like that before and I pray never to do so again.” Smiling at him, she murmured, “Am I fated never to finish a meal in one sitting?”
“Not if I can help it,” he muttered, pulling her to her feet. “I’ll have the elves make something for you.”
Hermione no sooner sat down than there was knocking at the door. Hermione looked at the fragrant steam rising from the lamb stew in front of her with a wistful sigh. Severus took up her hand, kissing her knuckles.
“I must see to this,” he murmured, getting up and going to answer the door.
Severus was chuckling as he heard his witch muttering about the need for a silencing charm for meal times. What met him when he opened the door had him even a bit shocked. Lavender Brown charged into the room with Ron in tow. Going straight over to where Hermione was eating, the air brained blond stopped across the way from her.
Putting her hands on her hips, she snapped, “My Won-won told me all about how you’ve been abusing him! If you dare hurt another hair on his head, I’ll-I’ll…” Lavender couldn’t think of an appropriate threat and snapped in finishing, “I’ll make your life hell!”
“You mean having people dousing me with potions that cause me unbearable pain, being the focus of the ire, if not downright loathing, of thousands of my fellow wizarding citizens over my choice to help out who they see as the enemy, and being attacked physically on now two occasions isn’t enough for you?” Hermione drawled, her eyes like lasers boring into Lavender in a way that had the girl wilting. “And pray tell how have I…What was that again?” She looked to Severus. “The term she used was ‘abusing’ correct?”
“Yes.” The word was hard and cold. It was when Lavender heard this that she realized that she might have gotten in well over her head.
“Yes, it was, wasn’t it?” She looked to Ron. “How have I been abusing you, Ronald?” When all he did was squirm, Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered, “Please don’t make me get the veritaserum out.”
“All right!” Ron exclaimed, yanking his hand away from Lavender. “I didn’t want to tell you, but-but…” His eyes snaked over to Hermione again, this time his face was sweating. “I-I…”
“Severus,” Hermione said, her voice sounding weary as she rested her forehead into her fingers. “Please, for the love of Merlin, I can’t deal with him and his bullshite.”
Severus went over to Ron and Lavender, lowering his head so that it was between theirs. His voice was a hard hiss as he spoke, “The only abuse I’ve been aware of has been taken by the two of you. Charging in here with unwarranted accusations is one thing, but to threaten someone based on them is completely another. How dare you, you brainless fools, accuse Miss Granger of any of this?” When they tried to leave, he clamped hard hands onto their shoulders anchoring them in place. “I’m not finished.” Both paled as he went on, “What goes on between the two of you is your business, but if you ever attempt to pull my witch into it again, I swear I will make your lives such a painful existence as to make you wish you were never born.”
It was Hermione that broke the tense silence with, “Now that was a properly made threat.”
“Thank you,” Severus murmured, inclining his head.
She nodded to him in turn. “Now if you don’t mind, I haven’t eaten my lunch and I wish to spend time with my fiancée alone as well.”
The potions master grabbed their arms and took them outside, snarling, “Need I say that the next time you press upon us your teen drama that not only will house points will be removed, but you will be given a detention that could be compared to a stay in Azkaban?”
“No, sir,” they both answered together.
He turned and left, slamming the door to the rooms in his wake. The door still seemed to be vibrating when Lavender whispered, “He really loves her.”
“What told you that?” Ron asked, still shaken. “Was it the threat to make us wish we were never born or the warning that the detention he would be giving us would make us think we were in prison?”
***
When Severus came back to his rooms that night, it was to find Hermione making out a list of sorts. He went over to her sitting in bed. Reclining next to her, he slipped his arm over her shoulder and looked at what she was writing. Absently he played with the curls of her hair, he read her neat penmanship wishing most of the writing he had to consume was as easily deciphered.
“Height?”
“I figured the man that attacked me had to be approximately 1.77 meters tall give or take another one or two decimeters.” She worried her lower lip. “Too vague, but it’s the best I have at the moment.”
“Right handed?” he muttered.
“When he hit my head into the wall, he used his right hand to do it. So I suppose that’s just conjecture at this point,” she answered.
“Rides a broom well?”
“The person that sent that metal ball through the door and buried into the stonewall was flying on a broom, keeping it steady enough outside to be able to aim…” She paused. “Was it a gun or a spell?” She jot down something on the bottom of the page. “I’m going to ask Luna to help me out with that. As unusual as her thinking is, she can think farther out of the box than I can.” Setting aside the notebook, she murmured, “I shouldn’t have brought the notebook to our bed. That business doesn’t belong here.”
Hermione turned to face Severus, her arms slipping around him and settled against him. “Ginny and the girls have started to ask me what kind of flowers I want for the wedding.” She made a noise of impatience. “I could care less, but they tell me that they represent our feelings for each other or some nonsense like that. Tell me what kind of flowers you need for your potions work and I’ll tell them that’s what we need. That way it’s not a total waste.”
Chuckling he said, “Somehow, I don’t think you would want a corpse flower as your flower of choice.”
Giggling she murmured, “We would have less guests.”
He almost thought that over before he said, “Stop that, witch.” He kissed her forehead. “Besides they’re not in bloom at the moment.”
Laughing she moved and ended up straddled on his lap, saying, “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Will I really have to get you drunk to have you be the father of my children?” she asked him quietly.
He let out a long sigh, letting his head fall back. “Witch…”
“If you don’t want to have children, fine. I’ll learn to live with it.” His eyes opened slowly and found her looking sadly at him. “I just wish you could see in yourself what I do.” He lifted his hand, cupping her face tenderly.
“What do you see in me?” he asked, his voice a low, nearly disheartened purr.
“A good man with a bruised, but strong heart. A man that would kill to protect his family—a family he would cherish above all else. A brilliant man with a mind that can outshine the sun.” She leaned down kissing his lips lightly. “A lover who never leaves me wanting of anything.” Hermione hugged him tightly. “And despite your at times overwhelming, yet well called for arrogance, you don’t think yourself worthy of much of anything. Well, let me be the first to tell you that you’re wrong.”
His arms went around her. “If it’s that important, I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I wanted,” she murmured, tucking her head against his neck. “Now let me tell you about something truly horrifying—dress shopping.”
***
It's time once again for the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "Der Kommisar" by Falco. Cookies go out to little, old me and Voracious Reader. Iced tea goes out to arrabella for knowing the song (Considering it was German and I recognize what you were trying to spell, you got it). Chocolate dipping sauce goes out to LadyMalfoy and Quarter-Blooded Witch for knowing the singer. If I missed anyone, I'm sorry.
It's time for the next song! "Still lookin' for that blue jean, baby queen/ prettiest girl I ever seen/ see her review on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean (James Dean)" There you go. No hints today, sorry. I hope everyone has a great day today!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!
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Chapter Twenty-two
Hermione hadn’t gone back to her office. Instead, she went back to her rooms, not wanting to deal with the gossipers that were already trying to approach her. Severus found her sitting in front of a spelled window, watching an image of a lovely spring day at Hyde Park. He went over to her, caressing her face as he did so.
She blinked at him, giving a sigh. “I should have realized something like this…”
“Don’t,” he told her sternly. “You did what you did not out of selfish reasons.”
“Perhaps I did?” She shrugged. “It just felt so wrong before. Like a part of my soul was missing and I would do anything to get it back.” She sniffled. “I never felt like that before and I pray never to do so again.” Smiling at him, she murmured, “Am I fated never to finish a meal in one sitting?”
“Not if I can help it,” he muttered, pulling her to her feet. “I’ll have the elves make something for you.”
Hermione no sooner sat down than there was knocking at the door. Hermione looked at the fragrant steam rising from the lamb stew in front of her with a wistful sigh. Severus took up her hand, kissing her knuckles.
“I must see to this,” he murmured, getting up and going to answer the door.
Severus was chuckling as he heard his witch muttering about the need for a silencing charm for meal times. What met him when he opened the door had him even a bit shocked. Lavender Brown charged into the room with Ron in tow. Going straight over to where Hermione was eating, the air brained blond stopped across the way from her.
Putting her hands on her hips, she snapped, “My Won-won told me all about how you’ve been abusing him! If you dare hurt another hair on his head, I’ll-I’ll…” Lavender couldn’t think of an appropriate threat and snapped in finishing, “I’ll make your life hell!”
“You mean having people dousing me with potions that cause me unbearable pain, being the focus of the ire, if not downright loathing, of thousands of my fellow wizarding citizens over my choice to help out who they see as the enemy, and being attacked physically on now two occasions isn’t enough for you?” Hermione drawled, her eyes like lasers boring into Lavender in a way that had the girl wilting. “And pray tell how have I…What was that again?” She looked to Severus. “The term she used was ‘abusing’ correct?”
“Yes.” The word was hard and cold. It was when Lavender heard this that she realized that she might have gotten in well over her head.
“Yes, it was, wasn’t it?” She looked to Ron. “How have I been abusing you, Ronald?” When all he did was squirm, Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered, “Please don’t make me get the veritaserum out.”
“All right!” Ron exclaimed, yanking his hand away from Lavender. “I didn’t want to tell you, but-but…” His eyes snaked over to Hermione again, this time his face was sweating. “I-I…”
“Severus,” Hermione said, her voice sounding weary as she rested her forehead into her fingers. “Please, for the love of Merlin, I can’t deal with him and his bullshite.”
Severus went over to Ron and Lavender, lowering his head so that it was between theirs. His voice was a hard hiss as he spoke, “The only abuse I’ve been aware of has been taken by the two of you. Charging in here with unwarranted accusations is one thing, but to threaten someone based on them is completely another. How dare you, you brainless fools, accuse Miss Granger of any of this?” When they tried to leave, he clamped hard hands onto their shoulders anchoring them in place. “I’m not finished.” Both paled as he went on, “What goes on between the two of you is your business, but if you ever attempt to pull my witch into it again, I swear I will make your lives such a painful existence as to make you wish you were never born.”
It was Hermione that broke the tense silence with, “Now that was a properly made threat.”
“Thank you,” Severus murmured, inclining his head.
She nodded to him in turn. “Now if you don’t mind, I haven’t eaten my lunch and I wish to spend time with my fiancée alone as well.”
The potions master grabbed their arms and took them outside, snarling, “Need I say that the next time you press upon us your teen drama that not only will house points will be removed, but you will be given a detention that could be compared to a stay in Azkaban?”
“No, sir,” they both answered together.
He turned and left, slamming the door to the rooms in his wake. The door still seemed to be vibrating when Lavender whispered, “He really loves her.”
“What told you that?” Ron asked, still shaken. “Was it the threat to make us wish we were never born or the warning that the detention he would be giving us would make us think we were in prison?”
***
When Severus came back to his rooms that night, it was to find Hermione making out a list of sorts. He went over to her sitting in bed. Reclining next to her, he slipped his arm over her shoulder and looked at what she was writing. Absently he played with the curls of her hair, he read her neat penmanship wishing most of the writing he had to consume was as easily deciphered.
“Height?”
“I figured the man that attacked me had to be approximately 1.77 meters tall give or take another one or two decimeters.” She worried her lower lip. “Too vague, but it’s the best I have at the moment.”
“Right handed?” he muttered.
“When he hit my head into the wall, he used his right hand to do it. So I suppose that’s just conjecture at this point,” she answered.
“Rides a broom well?”
“The person that sent that metal ball through the door and buried into the stonewall was flying on a broom, keeping it steady enough outside to be able to aim…” She paused. “Was it a gun or a spell?” She jot down something on the bottom of the page. “I’m going to ask Luna to help me out with that. As unusual as her thinking is, she can think farther out of the box than I can.” Setting aside the notebook, she murmured, “I shouldn’t have brought the notebook to our bed. That business doesn’t belong here.”
Hermione turned to face Severus, her arms slipping around him and settled against him. “Ginny and the girls have started to ask me what kind of flowers I want for the wedding.” She made a noise of impatience. “I could care less, but they tell me that they represent our feelings for each other or some nonsense like that. Tell me what kind of flowers you need for your potions work and I’ll tell them that’s what we need. That way it’s not a total waste.”
Chuckling he said, “Somehow, I don’t think you would want a corpse flower as your flower of choice.”
Giggling she murmured, “We would have less guests.”
He almost thought that over before he said, “Stop that, witch.” He kissed her forehead. “Besides they’re not in bloom at the moment.”
Laughing she moved and ended up straddled on his lap, saying, “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Will I really have to get you drunk to have you be the father of my children?” she asked him quietly.
He let out a long sigh, letting his head fall back. “Witch…”
“If you don’t want to have children, fine. I’ll learn to live with it.” His eyes opened slowly and found her looking sadly at him. “I just wish you could see in yourself what I do.” He lifted his hand, cupping her face tenderly.
“What do you see in me?” he asked, his voice a low, nearly disheartened purr.
“A good man with a bruised, but strong heart. A man that would kill to protect his family—a family he would cherish above all else. A brilliant man with a mind that can outshine the sun.” She leaned down kissing his lips lightly. “A lover who never leaves me wanting of anything.” Hermione hugged him tightly. “And despite your at times overwhelming, yet well called for arrogance, you don’t think yourself worthy of much of anything. Well, let me be the first to tell you that you’re wrong.”
His arms went around her. “If it’s that important, I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I wanted,” she murmured, tucking her head against his neck. “Now let me tell you about something truly horrifying—dress shopping.”
***
It's time once again for the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "Der Kommisar" by Falco. Cookies go out to little, old me and Voracious Reader. Iced tea goes out to arrabella for knowing the song (Considering it was German and I recognize what you were trying to spell, you got it). Chocolate dipping sauce goes out to LadyMalfoy and Quarter-Blooded Witch for knowing the singer. If I missed anyone, I'm sorry.
It's time for the next song! "Still lookin' for that blue jean, baby queen/ prettiest girl I ever seen/ see her review on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean (James Dean)" There you go. No hints today, sorry. I hope everyone has a great day today!