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Chapter Twenty-three
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Chapter Twenty-three
Hermione was sitting at the dining room table casually eating her small meal of poached wild salmon with an orange/sesame sauce and a wilted spinach salad with roasted vegetables when her husband came into the room.
“You got free of the bed I see,” he drawled as he came over and kissed her neck. “What have you been up to while I was gone?”
“Other than coming up with a fitting revenge for magically binding me to the bed by using the promise of sex and then not coming through?” He froze next to her, saying nothing as she kept eating. “It came to mind that the auror you discovered might not be the only person who was bribed.” She explained to him everything and finished off with, “And so I got Lucius investigating the man in question.” She stopped and looked over her shoulder. “Luna made a pass at Lucius.”
“What’s so hard to believe about that?” he asked her, sitting next to her. “I’m told that he’s a handsome man.”
“He’s not to my taste, but that wasn’t what I was talking about,” she murmured. “I thought she was involved with Neville.”
He snorted. “For a smart woman you can be remarkably obtuse at times, love. Longbottom is gay.”
Blinking in shock she muttered, “He’s gay?”
“Yes.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Do you really care?”
“No, it just never occurred to me is all,” she said, turning to face him. Hermione slipped her arms around his neck and murmured, “You know you won’t be getting out of paying for what you did today, don’t you?”
“I have paid off the dues from many an ill deed in my day, witch, but this is one I think I shall cherish the most,” he breathed, lowering his mouth to hers.
The kiss was slow and soon had Hermione slipping into her husband’s lap. His arms went around her tightly, as the kiss grew hotter. Her hands went into his hair, undoing the leather thong that held up the ebony locks out of his face.
Pulling back slightly, Hermione asked, “So what were you able to find out on your quest?”
“Not now,” he muttered as he tried to unbutton her shirt.
“More is the pity,” she sighed, slipping away. “Because until you answer the questions, the buttons aren’t able to open, nor can you tear it open.”
His eyes narrowed as she spoke. “One button per question answered I suppose?”
“Yes.”
He stood up and went over to her. “We found out that his visitor gave a false name. I then had a meeting with Mr. Potter, who told me that the wife of the auror we are currently inquiring into is now an embittered old hag that didn’t want to answer anything about him, but apparently is wishing that her ex-husband suffered a slow, painful death.”
Hermione winced at his words. “Chances are that he did.”
Standing up straight, he demanded, “What do you mean?”
“I have a theory, but it’s nothing that can’t wait until after we have sex,” she told him, yanking off the shirt and tossing it away to the floor as she walked towards their bedroom. “I never did say you needed to unbutton it to get it off.”
He stood there stunned a moment before roaring, “That does it! We are getting you resorted into Slytherin!”
Severus went still at the sight of his wife lying naked in the bed, his eyes gliding over her curves from head to toe. He swallowed thickly as she leaned back a bit to reveal more of her breasts.
“Must we do so right this second?”
He shook his head no. Quickly he did away with his own clothing and joined her in the bed. Before he could so much as kiss her, Hermione had him on his back as she nuzzled his neck. Moving down his body she kissed and nipped, keeping his hands at bay as she did so.
Looking up from his lower abdomen, tracing his happy trail lightly with her fingers of her right hand. “There’s something to be said about these hairs here.” She kissed the softer skin next to the fine hair. “I’ve always been one to appreciate a map with excellent directions.” He frowned. “It’s the body’s own guide to the candy store.”
“That makes no…” Severus let out a low groan the moment her tongue licked up the underside of his cock.
“Not all candy is sweet,” she told him in a low voice that had him shivering. “But this is the best I’ve ever had.”
Spinning her around to her back, he crawled up her body and covered her mouth with his own. The kiss was deep and hungry.
He pulled his mouth slightly away from hers, growling, “How can it be, witch, that even now you can drive me insane?”
“You mean that’s a bad thing?” Hermione asked him coyly, as her hand went between their bodies and stroked his hardness. “If I’m to be driven to insanity, I don’t want to be alone.”
“Never,” he muttered, cupping her breasts with care.
“Fuck me,” Hermione breathed, kissing and nipping at his jaw.
The sex was hard and fast. That is until she was about to climax, then he slowed just so until the orgasm she was about to have eased. Then he began again and once more it was hard and nearly punishing. And when her climax was about to overcome her once more, Severus slowed. Beginning to feel a little annoyed as he sped up for yet another time, Hermione knew what she was going to do if he thought to do so yet again.
When he slowed yet again, this time she spun him to his back. Looking straight into her eyes, Severus smiled up at her as she bucked on him. On and on it went until they both lay in a tangled mass of sweat and limbs.
“You did…that…on…purpose,” Hermione panted.
“That…I did,” he murmured, kissing her head. “Merlin, but I…love when…you…think you’re in…charge.”
She snorted. “Nearly as…funny as…when you think…you are.” Hermione kissed the stubborn line of his mouth. “But I will…allow you to think you are…if you allow me the same.”
This only had him letting out a breathy chuckle as he curled up with his witch secure in his arms and they both fell asleep.
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“So what was this theory you were speaking of before we were so very well detained?” Severus asked, as he passed her the gravy for her roasted beef.
Taking the offered condiment, she thanked him quietly before murmuring, “How does one escape from a place like Azkaban?” When he just frowned, she added, “One would have to plan for every eventuality. He couldn’t escape pretending to be dead. True, they weren’t destroying the bodies at that time, but they were certainly looking more closely at them than they had before.” She took a bite and hummed in pleasure before going on with, “They could certainly replace him with a person glamoured to look like Yaxley, but tell me—who in their right mind would voluntarily do that?”
“Mrs. Crouch?” he suggested quietly.
“That woman was clearly not in her right mind, something that was passed on to her equally if not more insane son,” she told him. “Hypothesis—his newly discovered half-brother gets in contact with him more than likely via post at the prison.” She stopped and looked around for the notebook she usually kept near by for absent thoughts, but couldn’t find it. “You hid my notebook.”
“Yes, I did,” he told her. “Tell me. I’ll remember.”
Shooting him a sour look, she let out a resigned sigh and went on, “We need to know if Yaxley received any post that was recorded. Chances are that it wasn’t. The person in the welcoming room tends to deal with the incoming post as well, as the prison isn’t known for being overrun with individuals wanting to be visitors there. But we need to know if that auror was the one I suspect was bribed in order for that bogus solicitor to be let into the prison. There might be a very slim chance that a slip up was made and it was recorded.”
Severus watched as Hermione ate in silence for a time before he asked, “You think that Yaxley’s half-brother went in, was taken straight over to the man himself, did something to the idiot that took the bribe making him look like Yaxley. And in turn Yaxley was made to look like the auror?”
“Turning in the man’s resignation the day after the kiss was given to his double, thus insuring his escape as the bribe taking auror. All he would have to do then is leave to places unknown, never giving a thought as to the man’s family,” she stated. “It’s a decent theory that’s somewhat substantiated by the facts, but dare I ask do we have the proof of it all?”
“Some,” he assured her. “And we will get the rest of it. But for now there is only one thing I want you concerned with.”
“And what’s that?”
“What you want for dessert, of course.”
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Chapter Twenty-three
Hermione was sitting at the dining room table casually eating her small meal of poached wild salmon with an orange/sesame sauce and a wilted spinach salad with roasted vegetables when her husband came into the room.
“You got free of the bed I see,” he drawled as he came over and kissed her neck. “What have you been up to while I was gone?”
“Other than coming up with a fitting revenge for magically binding me to the bed by using the promise of sex and then not coming through?” He froze next to her, saying nothing as she kept eating. “It came to mind that the auror you discovered might not be the only person who was bribed.” She explained to him everything and finished off with, “And so I got Lucius investigating the man in question.” She stopped and looked over her shoulder. “Luna made a pass at Lucius.”
“What’s so hard to believe about that?” he asked her, sitting next to her. “I’m told that he’s a handsome man.”
“He’s not to my taste, but that wasn’t what I was talking about,” she murmured. “I thought she was involved with Neville.”
He snorted. “For a smart woman you can be remarkably obtuse at times, love. Longbottom is gay.”
Blinking in shock she muttered, “He’s gay?”
“Yes.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Do you really care?”
“No, it just never occurred to me is all,” she said, turning to face him. Hermione slipped her arms around his neck and murmured, “You know you won’t be getting out of paying for what you did today, don’t you?”
“I have paid off the dues from many an ill deed in my day, witch, but this is one I think I shall cherish the most,” he breathed, lowering his mouth to hers.
The kiss was slow and soon had Hermione slipping into her husband’s lap. His arms went around her tightly, as the kiss grew hotter. Her hands went into his hair, undoing the leather thong that held up the ebony locks out of his face.
Pulling back slightly, Hermione asked, “So what were you able to find out on your quest?”
“Not now,” he muttered as he tried to unbutton her shirt.
“More is the pity,” she sighed, slipping away. “Because until you answer the questions, the buttons aren’t able to open, nor can you tear it open.”
His eyes narrowed as she spoke. “One button per question answered I suppose?”
“Yes.”
He stood up and went over to her. “We found out that his visitor gave a false name. I then had a meeting with Mr. Potter, who told me that the wife of the auror we are currently inquiring into is now an embittered old hag that didn’t want to answer anything about him, but apparently is wishing that her ex-husband suffered a slow, painful death.”
Hermione winced at his words. “Chances are that he did.”
Standing up straight, he demanded, “What do you mean?”
“I have a theory, but it’s nothing that can’t wait until after we have sex,” she told him, yanking off the shirt and tossing it away to the floor as she walked towards their bedroom. “I never did say you needed to unbutton it to get it off.”
He stood there stunned a moment before roaring, “That does it! We are getting you resorted into Slytherin!”
Severus went still at the sight of his wife lying naked in the bed, his eyes gliding over her curves from head to toe. He swallowed thickly as she leaned back a bit to reveal more of her breasts.
“Must we do so right this second?”
He shook his head no. Quickly he did away with his own clothing and joined her in the bed. Before he could so much as kiss her, Hermione had him on his back as she nuzzled his neck. Moving down his body she kissed and nipped, keeping his hands at bay as she did so.
Looking up from his lower abdomen, tracing his happy trail lightly with her fingers of her right hand. “There’s something to be said about these hairs here.” She kissed the softer skin next to the fine hair. “I’ve always been one to appreciate a map with excellent directions.” He frowned. “It’s the body’s own guide to the candy store.”
“That makes no…” Severus let out a low groan the moment her tongue licked up the underside of his cock.
“Not all candy is sweet,” she told him in a low voice that had him shivering. “But this is the best I’ve ever had.”
Spinning her around to her back, he crawled up her body and covered her mouth with his own. The kiss was deep and hungry.
He pulled his mouth slightly away from hers, growling, “How can it be, witch, that even now you can drive me insane?”
“You mean that’s a bad thing?” Hermione asked him coyly, as her hand went between their bodies and stroked his hardness. “If I’m to be driven to insanity, I don’t want to be alone.”
“Never,” he muttered, cupping her breasts with care.
“Fuck me,” Hermione breathed, kissing and nipping at his jaw.
The sex was hard and fast. That is until she was about to climax, then he slowed just so until the orgasm she was about to have eased. Then he began again and once more it was hard and nearly punishing. And when her climax was about to overcome her once more, Severus slowed. Beginning to feel a little annoyed as he sped up for yet another time, Hermione knew what she was going to do if he thought to do so yet again.
When he slowed yet again, this time she spun him to his back. Looking straight into her eyes, Severus smiled up at her as she bucked on him. On and on it went until they both lay in a tangled mass of sweat and limbs.
“You did…that…on…purpose,” Hermione panted.
“That…I did,” he murmured, kissing her head. “Merlin, but I…love when…you…think you’re in…charge.”
She snorted. “Nearly as…funny as…when you think…you are.” Hermione kissed the stubborn line of his mouth. “But I will…allow you to think you are…if you allow me the same.”
This only had him letting out a breathy chuckle as he curled up with his witch secure in his arms and they both fell asleep.
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“So what was this theory you were speaking of before we were so very well detained?” Severus asked, as he passed her the gravy for her roasted beef.
Taking the offered condiment, she thanked him quietly before murmuring, “How does one escape from a place like Azkaban?” When he just frowned, she added, “One would have to plan for every eventuality. He couldn’t escape pretending to be dead. True, they weren’t destroying the bodies at that time, but they were certainly looking more closely at them than they had before.” She took a bite and hummed in pleasure before going on with, “They could certainly replace him with a person glamoured to look like Yaxley, but tell me—who in their right mind would voluntarily do that?”
“Mrs. Crouch?” he suggested quietly.
“That woman was clearly not in her right mind, something that was passed on to her equally if not more insane son,” she told him. “Hypothesis—his newly discovered half-brother gets in contact with him more than likely via post at the prison.” She stopped and looked around for the notebook she usually kept near by for absent thoughts, but couldn’t find it. “You hid my notebook.”
“Yes, I did,” he told her. “Tell me. I’ll remember.”
Shooting him a sour look, she let out a resigned sigh and went on, “We need to know if Yaxley received any post that was recorded. Chances are that it wasn’t. The person in the welcoming room tends to deal with the incoming post as well, as the prison isn’t known for being overrun with individuals wanting to be visitors there. But we need to know if that auror was the one I suspect was bribed in order for that bogus solicitor to be let into the prison. There might be a very slim chance that a slip up was made and it was recorded.”
Severus watched as Hermione ate in silence for a time before he asked, “You think that Yaxley’s half-brother went in, was taken straight over to the man himself, did something to the idiot that took the bribe making him look like Yaxley. And in turn Yaxley was made to look like the auror?”
“Turning in the man’s resignation the day after the kiss was given to his double, thus insuring his escape as the bribe taking auror. All he would have to do then is leave to places unknown, never giving a thought as to the man’s family,” she stated. “It’s a decent theory that’s somewhat substantiated by the facts, but dare I ask do we have the proof of it all?”
“Some,” he assured her. “And we will get the rest of it. But for now there is only one thing I want you concerned with.”
“And what’s that?”
“What you want for dessert, of course.”
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Time once again for the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "Are You Gonna Go My Way" by Lenny Kravitz. Cookies go out to chris7100 for getting the answer right. If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Here's the next song. "I feel so unsure/ As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor/ As the music dies/ Something in your review/ Calls to mind a silver screen/ and all its sad goodbyes" Well, there's the song. A hint? It was a BIG hit in the 1980's by one of the iconic groups of the era. Good luck and have a great week!