Snapey Went A Courting

Snapey Went A Courting

It all belongs to Rowling, except what you don’t recognize.

Chapter 24 – Kismet


Snape woke up to a dull throbbing in his temple. He turned over and was face to face with a bushy haired, brown-eyed girl, who was smiling like the cat who had the cream.

“So tell me, Severus, why do you say you love me when you’re drunk?”

“Is there any headache potion?” His naturent ent towards a hatred of his students was about to overwhelm his lust for the angel beside him.

“Yes, but I’m holding out until I get some honest answers.”

“Why don’t you just use an unforgivable on me and have it over with? I’d recommend Avada Kadavra. My head is ready to explode.”

“I thought you said you were drinking the good stuff?”

“Oh, please.” He made a dash for the loo. Hermione followed him in and held his hair back.

“Not much of a drinker, are you?” For some reason, Hermione was quite charmed by his nakedness. It made him so vulnerable. And that made her feel so…good.

Snape stood up, rinsed his mouth and threw water on his face. Then he put his finger to her lips, “Don’t say a word,” he whispered.

“Word.” She smiled and held out the headache remedy.

“Give it here!” He lunged at her but she was too quick and his body felt like the joints were made of jelly. “Damn you, Hermione.”

“And what was the exact nature of the curse you received from the Crimson Mouse?” She danced around to the other side of the bed. Yes, there was something most delicious about having him walk around naked.

“Please give that stuff here. I don’t want to have to make you regret this.” His knees knocked at the edge of the bed and he swayed as he swiped at the medication.

“Promise to tell me everything.”

“Promise.” He said, mentally promising unholy revenge upon her for her bloody mindedness.

“Give your word as an Order member?”

Snape gaped at her. Using his most lethal instructor’s voice he said, “You must be joking. Give it.” He put his hand out.

“Tell me that you love me.”

“I love you—from the top of your frizzy head to the bottom of your insufferable, know-it-all, Gryffindor toes. Now give it here.”

She opened the flask and slowly brought it to his lips. He put his hand over hers and drank it down. He flopped onto the bed to put a pillow over his face.

“I like the view.”

He looked down and watched as his penis responded to their joint attention. “That’s not my doing. It’s got a mind of it’s own. And I have a headache.” He put the pillow back over his head.

“So the poor ickle thing’s been cursed.”

“Ickle? Excuse me. It’s not ickle. It’s not ickle at all. It’s more than generous and you would know that it you’d had any experience at all with Wizards.”

“Which I haven’t.” She reached out to touch him and he gasped.

“It’s not a toy.”

“Afraid I’ll break it then?”

“Like to see you try!” Snape noticed that his headache was much better.

“If I touch it too much, it might go off.” She leaned over it and softly blew on the head.

“I’ll guarantee that.”

“So, when are you having her take off the curse?”

“I’m not.”

“Well, that’s selfish of you—“

He took her by the arms and rolled over her. He looked into her eyes, searching for her acceptance. She smiled and pulled up her nightgown to her waist. He pressed his now quite hard penis against her. He tried to get himself inside but…

Hermione gave him a perplexed look and took a tissue to clean his sperm off the inside of her thigh. “So, how long does it take to recharge it?”

“There are other ways of having sex.” Snape said irritably. “You can’t tell me that you’re that innocent. Especially not after being in the dorms of Hogwarts.”

“Well, do tell.”

“Is Waldo all right for now?” His paternal instincts were developing.

“He had his seven AM feeding about twenty minutes ago. He’ll be asleep for about an hour. Teaseh is keeping watch over him as he is sleeping in his pram outside the back door. Madam Pomfrey says even at his age fresh air and sunshine are important. And the Faerie wards are all up.”

“Good.” He gave a leering smirk.

Hermione nervously scooted further up on the bed. She wasn’t sure what he had planned. Snape pulled her nightdress up and over her head. He looked at her body with appreciation. “Goddess.”

She held back the smart reply. She knew she was flabby after the baby. But if he liked it--

Snape pushed her onto her back and licked his lips before kissing hers. Hermione gave a little moan at the feeling of his kissing her. She reached out and put her hands on his back. It was smooth and hot under her fingers. As she reached further down to his waist she felt a line or two that might have been scars, but she couldn’t really tell.

Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, his hand cupped and then teased her breast. She gave a little mew of desire.

“You like that?”

“They’ve been really sensitive.”

He pulled her nipple into his mouth and tasted the sweetness left from her nursing. Her body writhed under him and Snape gave a low throaty growl of satisfaction. Slowly he trailed his fingertips down her body until they were between her legs. He found her clitoris and rubbed it gently as he tongued her nipple.

Hermione twined her fingers through his hair, thoroughly enjoying the sensations he was providing her. Then he was moving between her legs and his mouth replaced his thumb.

“Good?”

“Hmmm.” A feeling deep inside of almost blinding intensity began to grow. Her breath shortened and she instinctively began pressing her mound against him. Putting out a hand, he held her pelvis in place as it began to thrust.

“Oh Gods, Severus.”

He put two fingers into her and began a gentle in and out rhythm. After a minute or so, she screamed and he felt her spend. He reduced the pressure of his mouth, but kept going, bringing her to a second and third orgasm.

She began to sob and only then did he take his hand and mouth away from her. He moved close to her and brought her into his arms, kissing her forehead, cheeks and then mouth. Slowly her sobs diminished and she fell asleep.

Severus took a blanket that had fallen on the floor and pulled it over them. He enjoyed watching her sleep, even as it struck him that he indeed must be a pervert as Dumbledore had accused him of being. He’d watched her grow from a little girl to a magnificent, young woman and he had claimed her for his. And in no way would he ever give her up now, not without a fight.

She slept for about an hour. Snape watched her and made plans in his head.

Then there was a hungry howl and Teaseh came into the room with Waldo. Hermione sat up and was latching him on before she had even fully awakened. A renewed feeling of ownership coursed through Snape.

“So, when do we set the wedding date?” he asked.

Hermione looked down guilty. “It won’t be right away.”

“No?”

“There’s something which needs doing first.”

“I am all ears.”

“Well, I…I need to become Minister of Magic.” She closed her eyes and waited for the explosion.

“What! Are you… You should have simply turned me down instead of this mockery. Although I kept up my half.”

“You did?”

“I said I loved you. You didn’t want a loveless marriage. Well, it won’t be loveless. I’m hopelessly, heels over head, or is it head or heels, either way. I love you. So let’s get married.”

“And when are you getting the curse lifted?”

“Now, you are changing the subject, and I refuse to cave to that abomination of a Witch. I believe I did a more than satisfactory job just now.”

“She’s really quite nice.”

“That’s what you think.”

“And that’s your final word.”

“Yes.”

“Fine. Well, I guess I’ll get around to marrying you-- eventually.”

Snape began getting dressed.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“Running away?”

“I need to get busy. I have to find a job as I have a family to support. And I need to find a place to live.”

“You are living here.”

Snape stopped searching for his shoe under the bed. “What?”

“You are Waldo’s father. That makes us family. You need a place to stay and your place is here. With…Your… Family.”

Snape sat on the bed next to her and looked at her askance. He grimaced. In a quiet voice, barely above a whisper he said, “The reason I have a hard time, owning up to loving you, is that it feels sordid. There is so much that goes on in my mind when I’m not drunk. Like how you looked as a first year. The expression on your little face that first Halloween as you lied to us about wanting to fight the Troll to protect your grotty friends from getting in trouble.” He cupped her face in his hands. “Your showing up in the pub that night was like some sort of dream coming true. I was finally free of Voldemort. Free to start my life afresh. And there you were. Freshness and cheek personified. I wanted so much to believe that you cared. I was convinced it was me you wanted.”

“And I do now,” she took his hand and stroked it. “I just needed to get to know you a bit.”

“Then why not get married right away? Why the games?”

“Severus, I wasn’t joking. I’ve been asked to run for Minister of Magic by the Sociably Green Labor Party.”

“What Tinkleberry is retiring? Oh, Gods. I thought they would have to drag her out feet first, all stiff, blue and cold.”

“Well, she is stepping down. Wants more time to play with her great-great grandchildren.”

“Oh, that’s right, there must be about 150 of the brood by now and all Green Labor Party supporters! Merlin save us all from Free Love and Popperism-- she had fifteen children all by different men. And she never did marry. Fortunately, not a single one of her children followed her poor moral lead.”

“We are all very proud of how she stuck by her beliefs. She’s a wonderful role model. And I am surprised that you know so much about her.”

“And do you plan to follow in her footsteps?”

“No. I promise to marry you. I now formally declare us to be engaged, and we will, eventually, down the road, set a date.”

“Well, what a relief,” he said sarcastically.

“Severus, last night you said that after we got married, you would make it up to me. You know, for getting me with child. Did you mean it?”

To his credit, he blushed. “Yes.”

“What if you make it up to me first? I want this. I didn’t know what I wanted before other than labor contracts for the House Elves. I mean there is just so much that needs to be done to rebuild and make the Wizarding World a better place.”

“Oh no, here we go. The Gryffindor Zealot is at it again.”

“It’s what I want to do with my life. And if I don’t do it, I just know I’ll always regret iAnd,And, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I might just wind up resenting you and Waldo, too.”

He looked at her. In spite of his derision of her as a student, she had been one of the most brilliant minds to come out of Hogwarts in years. But her politics were jejune, and what she needed was—guidance: Slytherin, pure blood, guidance. He smiled tenderly at her.

“As long as you promise that we will wed one day, I will stand beside you and lend you my complete support.”

She squealed like a little girl and threw her free arm around him. Her breast fell out of Waldo’s mouth and he gave an angry cry as he rooted around. She quickly latched him onto her other breast and resumed clinging onto Snape. Snape closed his eyes, basking in the warm fuzzy feelings that his significant other was emoting.

&&&

“Dear Remus,

I know that this is very short notice, but I can’t take another day of this. Could you and Alicia meet Severus and me for dinner tonight, perhaps at The Leaky Cauldron? There is a very important favor I need to ask.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger”

Lupin read over the note and quickly scrawled a reply. He handed the owl a nugget of Owl Delicious Mouse Morsels, which he kept in a jar by the window specifically for visiting owls, usually Hedwig.

“Alicia, guess what?”

His wife looked up from her Arithmancy notes, “Yes, darling?”

“I have a treat for you. We are having dinner out with friends tonight. Our first real outing as man and wife.”

“Oh-- that’s… wonderful? But who are we seeing?”

“Ah, now that’s a surprise, but I’ll give you three chances to guess.” He jumped on the bed and began to nuzzle her. She giggled and managed to get the inkpot settled on the floor before they settled in for some serious lovemaking.

&&&

“Harry, I came over as soon as you owled.” Trini stood nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“Thanks for coming,” he escorted her into his flat and brought her over to an armchair. She sat down and he kneeled beside her.

“I’ve been thinking about our conversation the other night.” His green eyes had no traces of make-up for a change and his hair held no sign of glitter or gel.

“Oh, well, I really like talking about those sorts of things. Muggle psychology, human psychology really, since we aren’t all that different. At least I’d like to believe that.”

“Would you be willing to have dinner with me and we could talk more? I’m really upset about what happened with the Faerie and Hermione’s baby and, well, I’m just really tired of myself.”

Trini smiled. “I’d love to be your friend, if that’s what you are asking.”

&&&

Colvin Creevey sidled up to the bar at The Leaky Cauldron. It had been a dull week and he really needed to come up with a story. A big story. There had been some hints that the Sociably Green Labor Party was running a new candidate, but try as he did to dig for more information, it seemed that he’d just have to wait for The Quibbler and it’s press meeting scheduled for two days hence.

He had just put his hand on his Red Current Rum went a very slim, delicate hand went over his. He turned to face the newcomer. His heart fluttered. Oh, she was lovely. Those amazing china blue eyes of hers simply enthralled him.

“Oy, that’s my drink,” he said casually.

“I was just curious about what it’s called,” she said in a sweet, innocent voice.

“I’ll tell you its name, if you tell me yours.”

She smiled and in dulcet tones said, “Daisy.”

Creevey never noticed the appearance of the infamous Hermione Grangerh heh her pure blood victim, Severus Snape, and their house elf, Teaseh, who was toting the equally infamous bastard, Waldo. They sat themselves in a corner booth, just as Mr. and Mrs. Remus Lupin came through the floo.

He would have had his story right there. Granger with a House Elf! And it would have been good solid copy, too. But it never got written because from that moment on, he only had eyes for Daisy.


A/N: Hugs and thanks to my reviewers: Innerfeline, Deb, Spaz141, Deb (again) and LittleBird.