A Wizard's Debt
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
42
Views:
39,563
Reviews:
228
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Severus
I can\'t believe its passed 10\'000 hits! Thank-you for reading!
Aye, I’m chuffed tha’ t’notherners are comin’ aht t’woodwork int reviews! Eeh by gum, we’ll ‘ave ‘em flummoxed int no time wi’ t’our faffing wi’ t’words! (Can tha imagine our Sevvie chelping t’proper accent in tha’s lug’ole? ‘Appen’t waint be good for’t spells ‘nd like? Appen’t spell might go arse over tip?
And a good disclaimer, a Yorshireman’s advice to his son (or, in my case, daughter): See all, ‘ear all, say nowt. Eat all, sup all, pay nowt. An’ if ever tha does out for nowt, allus do it for thisen. and as I’m making no brass from this tale – it’s a smashing bit of advice lol.
*giggles at reading my accent phonetically – no wonder my mates think I’m puddled!*
***
Right, for the sakes of my readers, who mostly don’t understand a word of the above, the rest of the chapter is in the Queen’s English.
The lemmings have run away for this chapter, no smut here, just Sev giving the wrong answer to the question.
Severus
I returned from Godfrey’s to the robe boutique, hoping I was actually allowed entrance “Is it safe for me to enter?”
“Yes! The wedding dress is safely packed away and I’m just fitting this lovely young lady with some daytime robes, some nightwear and a couple of formal items. We can’t have her only owning these for any longer!” Marcia said, holding up the only pair of wizarding robes, other than Hogwarts robes, that Hermione owned.
“Zhi has gone to begin cooking – what time should we arrive for supper?” I asked; blinking to make sure my vision was accurate. Hermione stood behind Marcia wearing a simple dress shape that scooped around her collar bone with an orange ribbon under her bust. The bottom fell to her ankles in a straight skirt. The cloth was slightly iridescent, shining a deep black-coffee brown, but as she moved, the fabric caught the light and shimmered a fiery Indian red; returning to the brown as she moved. The effect was mesmerising.
“The fabric is certainly interesting.” I said, watching as Hermione pulled on a pair of simple black shoes and draped a lighter burnt umber cape around her shoulders.
“Oh yes – a muggle fabric, but its simply fabulous! Its just a matter of weaving the threads so if they catch the light one way they look one colour, and if they catch it the other way, they’re a different colour. I call it ‘Eastern Delight’.” She summoned other rolls from the wall. And demonstrated their visual effects.
“This is what I call ‘Lagoon’” she said, moving the cloth backwards and forwards, changing between the aquamarine and turquoise; “This is ‘Peacock’” waving the fabric to demonstrate the combination of indigo and emerald green; “And this is Purple Orchid’” she moved the alternating plum and violet fabric.
“A very interesting light affect – though it could easily become a little over the top.” I said, taking the bag Hermione had offered me, shrinking it down and placing it in my pocket.
“Don’t you like this dress?” Hermione asked a little sheepishly.
“I do like it – it looks splendid on you – but too much of this type of fabric would grow old very quickly.” I said.
“Does it make my bum look big?” she asked taking off the cape, biting her lip and looking over her shoulder at her rear.
“Yes?” I said, not really sure why she was worried over her bottom, it was a very nice bottom, in my opinion; rounded and perfect for grasping hold of in passion.
“Really?!” she looked utterly dismayed, moving to look in the mirror over her shoulder.
“Severus, you should never, ever, ever answer that question in the affirmative!” Marcia said, whipping at the back of my legs with her tape measure.
“But it is big – big enough to hold and fondle; she has a beautiful feminine figure with real curves; she isn’t some wand-thin creature who lives on a diet of celery and lettuce leaves!” I said in my defence – what is the point of asking me a question if I’m not supposed to answer honestly?
“But it’s not fat, is it?” Hermione asked, nibbling her bottom lip.
“You don’t have a scrap of fat on you!” I said, exasperated.
“He’s right dearie – you look lovely in the dress with the cape over the top, a beautiful young witch! I think its because you’re not used to wearing dressy clothes – but you should! It shows off your figure and gives you a much nicer image than the one in the Daily Prophet! Those muggle jeans, ill-fitting tee-shirt and strange shoes makes you look rather like a boy.”
“That might be because they were Harry’s clothes shrunk down to fit me after mine were ripped beyond repair.” I shrugged, not realising photos had been taken so soon after the final battle. I think they must have been taken before I started work on the healing potion for Severus.
“Well – you have some nice trousers in that bag, they make your legs look longer and shapely; but I’d stick to the skirts and dresses – most witches don’t wear trousers at all.” Marcia said, waving her wand to tidy away the rolls of fabric.
“I had noticed things were a little archaic in this world.” She smiled, “Though, I’ll be happy when someone introduces the thong and G-string, I hate wearing big knickers!” she smiled.
“The what?” I asked. What do knickers have to do with sandals and violins?
“Pardon, dearie.” Marcia asked, scratching her head.
“I’ll bring you a sample later this evening.” She grinned, “You’ll take the wizarding world by storm if you start selling them!”
“I think I’ll take them by storm with your wedding dress! But a bit a bit of controversial publicity never did any harm!” Marcia answered, looking thoughtful.
“What time this evening?” I asked, looking at my watch.
“Well, its half-past-four now, so come back at half-past-seven for something to eat – that should give you time to bathe and change. Off you go now – and let me check my husband hasn’t made a mess of my kitchen.” Marcia replied.
“We don’t take three hours in the bath.” I said, shaking my head before apperating back to the Hogwart’s gates.
Aye, I’m chuffed tha’ t’notherners are comin’ aht t’woodwork int reviews! Eeh by gum, we’ll ‘ave ‘em flummoxed int no time wi’ t’our faffing wi’ t’words! (Can tha imagine our Sevvie chelping t’proper accent in tha’s lug’ole? ‘Appen’t waint be good for’t spells ‘nd like? Appen’t spell might go arse over tip?
And a good disclaimer, a Yorshireman’s advice to his son (or, in my case, daughter): See all, ‘ear all, say nowt. Eat all, sup all, pay nowt. An’ if ever tha does out for nowt, allus do it for thisen. and as I’m making no brass from this tale – it’s a smashing bit of advice lol.
*giggles at reading my accent phonetically – no wonder my mates think I’m puddled!*
***
Right, for the sakes of my readers, who mostly don’t understand a word of the above, the rest of the chapter is in the Queen’s English.
The lemmings have run away for this chapter, no smut here, just Sev giving the wrong answer to the question.
Severus
I returned from Godfrey’s to the robe boutique, hoping I was actually allowed entrance “Is it safe for me to enter?”
“Yes! The wedding dress is safely packed away and I’m just fitting this lovely young lady with some daytime robes, some nightwear and a couple of formal items. We can’t have her only owning these for any longer!” Marcia said, holding up the only pair of wizarding robes, other than Hogwarts robes, that Hermione owned.
“Zhi has gone to begin cooking – what time should we arrive for supper?” I asked; blinking to make sure my vision was accurate. Hermione stood behind Marcia wearing a simple dress shape that scooped around her collar bone with an orange ribbon under her bust. The bottom fell to her ankles in a straight skirt. The cloth was slightly iridescent, shining a deep black-coffee brown, but as she moved, the fabric caught the light and shimmered a fiery Indian red; returning to the brown as she moved. The effect was mesmerising.
“The fabric is certainly interesting.” I said, watching as Hermione pulled on a pair of simple black shoes and draped a lighter burnt umber cape around her shoulders.
“Oh yes – a muggle fabric, but its simply fabulous! Its just a matter of weaving the threads so if they catch the light one way they look one colour, and if they catch it the other way, they’re a different colour. I call it ‘Eastern Delight’.” She summoned other rolls from the wall. And demonstrated their visual effects.
“This is what I call ‘Lagoon’” she said, moving the cloth backwards and forwards, changing between the aquamarine and turquoise; “This is ‘Peacock’” waving the fabric to demonstrate the combination of indigo and emerald green; “And this is Purple Orchid’” she moved the alternating plum and violet fabric.
“A very interesting light affect – though it could easily become a little over the top.” I said, taking the bag Hermione had offered me, shrinking it down and placing it in my pocket.
“Don’t you like this dress?” Hermione asked a little sheepishly.
“I do like it – it looks splendid on you – but too much of this type of fabric would grow old very quickly.” I said.
“Does it make my bum look big?” she asked taking off the cape, biting her lip and looking over her shoulder at her rear.
“Yes?” I said, not really sure why she was worried over her bottom, it was a very nice bottom, in my opinion; rounded and perfect for grasping hold of in passion.
“Really?!” she looked utterly dismayed, moving to look in the mirror over her shoulder.
“Severus, you should never, ever, ever answer that question in the affirmative!” Marcia said, whipping at the back of my legs with her tape measure.
“But it is big – big enough to hold and fondle; she has a beautiful feminine figure with real curves; she isn’t some wand-thin creature who lives on a diet of celery and lettuce leaves!” I said in my defence – what is the point of asking me a question if I’m not supposed to answer honestly?
“But it’s not fat, is it?” Hermione asked, nibbling her bottom lip.
“You don’t have a scrap of fat on you!” I said, exasperated.
“He’s right dearie – you look lovely in the dress with the cape over the top, a beautiful young witch! I think its because you’re not used to wearing dressy clothes – but you should! It shows off your figure and gives you a much nicer image than the one in the Daily Prophet! Those muggle jeans, ill-fitting tee-shirt and strange shoes makes you look rather like a boy.”
“That might be because they were Harry’s clothes shrunk down to fit me after mine were ripped beyond repair.” I shrugged, not realising photos had been taken so soon after the final battle. I think they must have been taken before I started work on the healing potion for Severus.
“Well – you have some nice trousers in that bag, they make your legs look longer and shapely; but I’d stick to the skirts and dresses – most witches don’t wear trousers at all.” Marcia said, waving her wand to tidy away the rolls of fabric.
“I had noticed things were a little archaic in this world.” She smiled, “Though, I’ll be happy when someone introduces the thong and G-string, I hate wearing big knickers!” she smiled.
“The what?” I asked. What do knickers have to do with sandals and violins?
“Pardon, dearie.” Marcia asked, scratching her head.
“I’ll bring you a sample later this evening.” She grinned, “You’ll take the wizarding world by storm if you start selling them!”
“I think I’ll take them by storm with your wedding dress! But a bit a bit of controversial publicity never did any harm!” Marcia answered, looking thoughtful.
“What time this evening?” I asked, looking at my watch.
“Well, its half-past-four now, so come back at half-past-seven for something to eat – that should give you time to bathe and change. Off you go now – and let me check my husband hasn’t made a mess of my kitchen.” Marcia replied.
“We don’t take three hours in the bath.” I said, shaking my head before apperating back to the Hogwart’s gates.