The Day I Did Snape-Complete!

The next night, Snape sat in Malfoy Manor’s library, feeling as though he was going to bash his head into the table. He was down to the very last potion he wasn’t any closer to finding out what potion Ginny was given.


If this last potion didn’t bring promise he would have to go through the list all over again.


‘So much for know-it-all being a good researcher,’ he thought standing up.


Snape poured himself a generous glass of Lucius’ brandy before settling down before the fire again opening the book. Snape went to the index and found the page that he was searching for. To his surprise, there were more than fifty pages on the last potion.


Though the potion master in Snape found the combined properties of the potion fascinating, what made his heart stop was the passage on what the potion did to the drinker.

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Overview

Even though it is formally written that the Insumo potion helps one find their desired mate, the true purpose of the potion is to link a witch and wizard together (or witches with witches or wizards with wizards or a combination of both).

For this bond to work, the drinker must consume the potion and a piece of hair from the other party. There have been recorded cases where more than one hair has gotten into the potion and the drinker has been bound to more than one person forever. When the partners are linked together, contraception charms and potions no longer apply—therefore if the bond is with a witch and wizard, the witch will be impregnated (does not apply with same sex bonds).

This impregnation creates extra magic that work like phoenix tears—it heals the impossible. It is suggested that the witch spends her nine months in the hospital helping mentally challenged patients for it is only this magic created by love and passion that makes it the kindest and most effective cures for mental illness, dark magic, and other ailments caused to a body by magic.

Partnerships

Because we all react to people in a variety of ways, when we are bound to someone and our magic combines, the reactions it obtains from the joined persons are infinite. For some, the combining of magic is pleasant and fairly easy to get through. This can mean that their sexual relations are more intense, their feelings for each other seem to come out of nowhere and their love is cemented fairly quickly.

For others, the magic can take months to stabilize into a pleasurable union. Some people may mistaken this combination for anger, hate or jealously but in reality, it’s a mixture of getting used to having a different type of force field of magic entering their system. Though the combining is hard, the reward is a very deep bond with the partner(s).

If the combining is still difficult, there could be the possibility that the couple have yet to complete their bond sufficiently. If this is the case, it’s usually because a group of three has not bound themselves to each other properly (ie two men both bind themselves to the woman but have not bound themselves to each other). Problems with Triad relationships are cumbersome but bring the best rewards in the end when the parties simply let the magic work the way it was meant to in their bodies …

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Snape set the book down and pinched the bridge of his nose. Reading those passages was like looking into a bloody mirror of his own relationship with Ginny … and Lucius it seemed.

“Have you had any luck finding anything Severus?” Lucius asked walking into the room.


Without looking up, Snape pointed to the book on the table in front of his. He heard Lucius sit down and there was blessed silence for ten minutes while his friend read.


Lucius set the book down, running an elegant finger over his slight five o clock shadow.


“Let me see if I read this the same way you read did. When Ginevra consumed this potion, she somehow consumed both your hair and mine with it, binding all three of us together. Since you were the first to fulfill the bond, she became pregnant with your children. When I kidnapped her a few months ago and shagged her, I bound myself to her,”


“Correct—it seems the reason that you and Ginevra have gotten along so well is because you’re magic blends well together smoothly. With me and her—we clash continuously,” Snape said.


“And the reason all three of us still feel as if we are off balance is because you and I have yet to bond with each other,” Lucius said.


“And we won’t be fulfilling that part of the bond. I have never had any urge to shag a man and I’m not going to start,” Snape said coldly.


“Oh Severus, you and I shagging won’t be the end of the world. Who knows, maybe you might enjoy it,”


“Out of the question Lucius,”


Lucius, knowing how stubborn Snape could be changed the subject.


“What about making up with Ginevra? She misses you know. She talks about you all the time,” Lucius said.


Snape stared at his almost empty glass of brandy, swirling it around absently.


“I’m afraid that she may no longer miss me after the break. I may have said some hurtful things to her while at my family home,”


“Well do you love her?” Lucius asked.


Snape really thought about that question. In his own way, he cared deeply about Ginny and every time he hurt her it was like a giant hole appeared in his heart. He wanted her but he didn’t want to want her. He wanted to live his life in solitude and the only way that was even possible for him was to push away the people he cared about—the same way he pushed away Lily Potter.


‘But Ginny is not Lily. She loves you for who you are despite everything you have done to hurt her—Lily would have never stuck with you for that long,’ a little voice in his head said.


“Severus?”


“I don’t know,” Snape said quietly.


“What do you mean you don’t know? Ginevra sure as hell knows and despite all of the horrible things you may have said to her because you can’t stand to let someone love you, she at least deserves to know if you could ever love her back,” Lucius said in an icy tone.


“I care about Ginevra and maybe one day that care will turn into love—but right now I am not ready to get that deep into those feelings,”


“Don’t worry about doing this by yourself. Ginevra has a way with making a man feel okay with being loved and loving her,” Lucius said.


Ironically, Snape knew what Lucius was talking about. Every time he saw Ginny it grew harder and harder for him to distance himself from her. Deep down, he knew fighting it could prove to be his downfall.


Snape stood, downing the rest of his brandy.


“I need to get to Dumbledore to talk about my findings. The extra magic in her belly may have something to do with the Dark Lord’s obvious favoritism toward her,” he said.


“Do you think it could be the reason the Dark Lord is starting to change?” Lucius asked.


“I’m not sure—I’ll talk to Dumbledore about it. I’m sure he will want to test this theory out before he has Ginevra trying to shift the Dark Lord’s thinking,”


Snape walked over to the floo with Lucius not far behind him. As he grabbed a handful of floo powder, Lucius put his hand on Snape’s arm.


“Ginevra loves you and despite what you may have said to her during the break, if you offer a humble apology and show her that you want her, she will forgive you,” Lucius said.


“I’ll keep that in mind,” Snape said.


He threw the powder into the fire and called out his destination. Though he didn’t know if it was his imagination, but he could have sworn he felt Lucius’ hand squeezed his bum before he disappeared completely into the flames.

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It was the next evening that Ginny received a very large bouquet of white roses with little shades of seductive red on the petal tips. It was one of the most beautiful arrangements that Ginny had ever seen.


Shocked, Ginny touched one of the silken petals absently, her mind running a mile a minute.


‘What the hell is Lucius thinking sending a gift like this where everyone could see?’


Ginny plucked the card from the arrangement, aware that each eye in the Great Hall was on her.


*THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.


I apologize for my hurtful words this holiday—it seems that maybe I am not the best at handling my feelings when I feel like I will be rejected or hurt. Will you please accompany me to dinner this Saturday so that we can talk about you and I?

SS


Ginny stared at the poem for a few moments longer before bursting into tears. The Great Hall came alive with animated chatter at the display.


Bill Weasley shoulders were shaking with mirth at the scene. Seeing Ginny cry at the simplest of things never failed to send him into a fit of laughter.


“Oh the poor dear,” McGonagall muttered next to Snape.


“Must be the hormones,” Madame Pomfrey added.


Snape watched as the youngest peanut brained Weasley boy, the know-it-all-Granger and the Boy-Who-Was-A-Pain-In-The-Arse tried their best to comfort Ginny. The girl seemed to refuse to let go of the note or the roses.


‘I knew I shouldn’t have sent her any roses! And that blasted poem! What was I thinking?’


With great agility for a woman her size, Ginny waddled out of the Great hall, her face red, her cheeks wet and her gifts pressed heavily against her large bosom.


Snape put his elbows on the table and rubbed his aching temples. He would need a very large dose of his headache draught if he wanted to make it through the rest of the night.


Standing, Snape glared at a chuckling Bill one last time before sweeping out of the Great Hall.


He stormed into his office. He sat down at his desk, closed his eyes and massaged his temples again.


When he reopened them he noticed a folded piece of parchment sitting in the middle of his neat desk.


Professor Snape,


I accept the invitation to go to dinner with you on Saturday.

GW


Snape headache disappeared and all he could do was grin.


Ginny couldn’t believe she cried like a baby when she read the poem Snape sent her. The pregnancy was really taking a toll on her emotional health. Just the other day, when her favorite supper appeared in the Great Hall she burst into tears very much the same way. Harry and Ron teased her mercilessly about her over active hormones and since Ginny’s temper fuse was even shorter when she was pregnant she hexed them for making fun of her.


Ginny waddled from the dungeons and made her way back up into her dorm. She wasn’t quite ready to talk to Snape. She would get her mind
in order before dinner on Saturday. Hopefully he wanted what she wanted, which was to get to know one another, and to work out their conflict.


Ginny stopped at the foot of the stairs and groaned. She began to climb them at a painstakingly slow pace.


Pregnancy was starting to get more uncomfortable each day. Her sense of balance was always off. Her body swelled in places that she didn’t think was possible. The worst part of all of it was that she was becoming dependent on all of her friends and supportive class mates.


She could barely dress herself any longer. In the mornings, she traveled faithfully to the Head Boy and Head Girls room for help. More often than not Draco would help her get into her clothing. Hermione was a workaholic and needed as much sleep as she could get.


Ginny couldn’t even bend over to pick up the objects that she dropped any longer. In class, the people who turned out to be her true friends were the ones to pick up her quill her inkwell when she dropped it.


The strangely quiet Luna Lovegood sat next to her each day of class and helped her out the most. Ginny tried her best to spend some time with the quiet blonde. Normal Luna was too weird.


She also had the full hallway support of Ron and Harry. Ginny never walked to class alone. She either had Ron or Harry escort her and if they weren’t available, she had Dean to help her out.


Harry seemed to love playing father to Ginny’s twins. He whispered into her stomach when they were in the common room and was always the first person to touch them when they began to move and kick.


Ginny sighed as she made it up the last few steps. She wished she could share all of those moments with Snape. He was the father after all.


Ginny walked into the Gryffindor common room. She ignored the stares and the gossipers talking behind their hands. Everyone had theories as to how long she’s been pregnant, and where the deed had been done. It was also assumed that Harry was the father.


Ginny neither confirmed nor denied the claim when bold students came up to ask her. When Snape was revealed as the father (it was inevitable, sooner or later everyone would know that he fathered her children), she didn’t want people calling her a liar.


Ginny mostly let students talk. She didn’t feed into the rumor mill when people asked her questions and she for the most part minded her own business (Ginny did hear from Harry that she was getting a ton of howlers but that the Professors got the letters before they could make it to her).


Ginny walked up the stairs (she was going to find another way to get around because stairs was just not working for her) into her dorm room.


Her two dorms mates both stopped talking when she walked in. Ginny rolled her eyes and went to her bed. Really, one would think that pregnancy was a disease in the Wizarding world with the way everyone was acting around her.


Ginny sat on her bed and pinned a letter to Lucius, telling him how much she missed spending time with him. She also told him that she would not be able to see him that weekend because of the date she had with Snape.


For Ginny, Snape was a man full of surprises. She would have never thought in a million years that he would send her roses with a romantic poem attached to the arrangement. How could she not burst into tears at the new romantic Snape? She wasn’t one to ponder the mental workings of Snape. If he wanted to go out on a serious date with her, then she wasn’t one to complain.


Ginny leaned back on her pillows and closed her eyes. She was tired all the time. It quickly became a burden as time went on.


Ginny let out a grunt as the babies kicked her belly. She gave a weary smile. She still couldn’t believe that she was going to be a mum! The reality that her babies would need her protection made her realize her new upcoming role each day. They were hers and she had a responsibility to do everything she could to be a good mother. She loved them to pieces already. She couldn’t be a good mum acting like a sixteen year old. Ginny had to grow up. She had to be a woman and she needed to look at her situation in a mature way before she could make any more decisions.


Ginny had two men who were bound to her forever as far as they knew. Would they ever learn how to work together effectively as a group? Lucius, underneath his ego and pureblood snobbery, was a very sweet man who seemed to care for her deeply. She knew without asking him that he loved her.


‘Snape on the other hand’ Ginny thought closing her eyes.


Something just felt so right about being with him. When she looked into his eyes, the universe seemed shift into a space of perfection. He made her angry, horny, and happy all at the same time.


The funny thing was, Ginny didn’t even know a whole lot about Snape. She didn’t know how he grew up, what his likes and dislikes were, or his daily routine.


With Lucius, she already knew so much about him. He snored if he had too much wine before going to bed. He secretly liked to cuddle after coming in from a long day of doing business. His hair resembled a bird’s nest when he woke up in the morning and he tugged on the blonde locks when he was thinking really hard about something.


Ginny’s heart always gave a little flutter when she thought about Lucius, which was one of the main reason she was so confused about her feelings. It wasn’t that she felt more for Snape than she did for Lucius; her feelings were just … different for the both of them. She didn’t want to leave either one but knew that Snape would never go for letting her be with Lucius in the end.


With a sigh, Ginny decided to stop thinking about her men problems. Her brain was fried. Instead, she put her slippers on and slowly made her way back down Common Room where she knew Harry would give her a nice back rub.


She let out a grunt as her feet hit the floor. Maybe she would need a foot rub too.

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Serena sat in Dumbledore’s office once again—only her mother was in the room with her.


Remus sat across from Serena. He could only focus on counting to one thousand in his head because being surrounded by Serena’s scent when he knew he couldn’t have her was killing him.


Georgia Adams sat on a long couch with Dumbledore, a modest amount of space in between them. Dumbledore looked focused on his tea but would occasionally glance over to Georgia with looks of longings.


“I believe you may be wondering why I called you here with Remus Serena,” Dumbledore started after everyone had their refreshments.


Serena simply stared, still holding a grudge over the old man for trying to run her life.


“Georgia has brought to my attention that I may have been a little … hasty in refusing your mating ritual. I was being completely irrational. You are both consenting adults and I had no right to control the situation. Not only did I let my own personal emotions get ahead of me in the fight for the light but I also almost lost a very important advantage with the werewolves with Remus running the pack. I apologize for reacting to the situation the way that I did. I hope you can both find it in your hearts to forgive me,”


Dumbledore looked completely chastened by his behavior but that didn’t make Serena smile in relief or forgiveness. She simply crossed her arms and glared at him.


Remus cleared his throat.


“Well I for one am very glad you came to your senses Albus. Does this mean that I have permission to mate with Serena?”


Remus had to have Dumbledore spell it out because once he was sure that Serena was his for good, he wasn’t letting her go.


“It’s not my permission to give Remus. Serena is the one to decide if she wants to be your mate. All I can do is respect that decision,”


Remus shifted his eyes to Serena. The young girl squirmed in her seat before looking up from her lap. She nodded her head to confirm that she still wanted to mate with him.


Remus squeezed his hand so hard that he actually felt drops of blood pouring into his fist. He focused his attention completely on Serena since she would be affected the most.


“We don’t have much time to lose. I’m quickly losing favor with the other werewolves. They’re tired of waiting for me to find a mate. The next full moon is this upcoming Saturday. We will have to mate and claim each other in front of them then,”


Serena bit her finger nails and looked everywhere in the room but in Remus’ eyes.


“Can’t we … er … practice before hand?”


“It’s up to you Serena. If we wait and do the mating the night of the full moon, I will get even more power because of your virginity. If not, I can still get a fair amount of power with you lack of chastity but it won’t be nearly as intense,”


Serena blushed horribly when Remus mentioned her virginity. She didn’t like to mention it. For all of her sex appeal, her only experience was a few kisses and some heavy petting.


She didn’t have time to date. With her career taking off at such a young age and her busy schedule, she didn’t even have time for a quick fuck. She took a deep breath and locked eyes with Remus.


“It’s okay I suppose. The more power you have over the pack the better. My bashfulness can’t get in the way of a more important cause,”


Remus’ werewolf howled with happiness but human Remus had to make sure that she really was okay with having that kind of ritual.


“Serena if you’re not comfortable with having your first experience in front of a hungry pack of wolves, we don’t have to—“


“Look, I said it was okay. We’ll give the damn wolves what they want. We’ll have time to be intimate together later if we want a different experience,” Serena snapped.


Remus stopped talking and nodded his head.


They both turned to Dumbledore who stared at the both of them with his hands folded in his lap. His face was curiously blank, which was very rare for the twinkling man.


“Goodness I don’t understand why you both are so bashful. I’m sure that after a few tries you’ll both enjoy the magic that mating brings,”


Both Serena and Remus blushed.


“Wow mom, I don’t think I want to talk about this with you right now,” Serena muttered.


Georgia let out a long, mellow laugh.


“Everyone has sex Serena—how do you think you came into existence,”


“Okay really mom, I don’t need that picture in my head—I mean, you’re my parents,”


“Georgia dear, let’s stop teasing dear Serena,” Dumbledore said.


Serena gave her father a grateful smile, her blue eyes twinkling at him for the first time in days.


“Thanks dad … will you be free this Sunday for tea?” she asked.


Dumbledore’s warm smile went full blast at Serena’s words.


“I may have to move some appointments around on my schedule but I can make it happen,”


Remus stood abruptly and walked towards the floo.


“I’ll pick you up Friday evening Serena. Until then,”


Before anyone in the room could ask what was going on, Remus walked through the green flames.


A/N: *The poem above was by John Boyle O'Reilly