The Expectant Detectives
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Adult +
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31
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15,585
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165
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Chapter Twenty-four
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Chapter Twenty-four
“The elf’s name is Whimsy.” Hermione looked up from the book she was reading to Sirius who was standing in her living room doorway, looking to be in a sour mood.
Smiling she said, “Thank you, Sirius. I know that was a lot of work to do. Come and sit! Tell me how you found out!”
Blinking at her stunned, he sat down, saying, “It was a matter of elimination.”
“I thought that might be the case,” Hermione replied quietly, as she reached out and took up her tea. “Would you care for some?”
He made a sound of dislike. “No thank you.”
“Pity,” she told him. “Severus made me a new blend that tastes exactly like fully caffeinated coffee. It’s wonderful.” She took another sip of her tea before saying, “I’m sure it was out of the need to have me stop bitching and moaning about having tea in the mornings rather than coffee, but I’m still grateful.”
“I’m sure,” Sirius said, but than asked, “Why did you have me do this research?”
She thought it over a moment. “Both you and Harry pushed for me to do that undercover assignment, because you wanted me to have a better understanding of what you have to deal with in the field.”
He nodded slowly.
“You wanted me to have more patience with the process,” she went on. “I understood why from the very moment it was suggested. Now it was your turn, at least for this part of the investigation, for you to come to some sort of understanding.” Hermione set aside her tea, standing up. “What I do, how I do it, and solutions I come up with aren’t without hard work and intelligence.”
“I never said…”
“So it wasn’t you that said that I wasn’t a real auror?”
He blanched at Hermione’s words, but said nothing.
“I am just as much of an auror as you or Harry or anyone else out there on the supposed streets doing field work,” she told him. “Because I come up with answers you need to get the criminals. I may not personally bring them in, but I do my part.”
Sirius stood up and started to say, “I’m sorry…”
“I don’t need apologies,” Hermione told him, sounding tired. “Thank you for taking the time to find out about the elf that was gifted over to Lucius’s half-brother. Please excuse me, but I need to lie down in bed. The medicine you understand.”
She got up and went to the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her. Sirius muttered a curse as he got up and found himself face to face with Severus Snape.
“I should be shocked that you would say as much,” Severus growled. “You always have been a thoughtless ass.”
“This has nothing to do with you!” the ex-Marauder exclaimed.
“Hermione is my business and always will be,” he snarled. “She’s my wife. And if you cared for more than yourself, you would comprehend what that means. Now get out of my home.”
“How a bastard like you could have ended up with her of all people…” Sirius muttered. “You don’t deserve her.”
“No I don’t,” Severus said. “I’m a dark, selfish jackass even on my best days, but she loves me. I know. She tells me everyday.” He went to the entry door of the rooms with the other man following him, opening it.
Sirius stopped and looked at him. “I could take her from you if I wanted.”
Snorting Severus said, “Please try. I, for one, would like to see just how she might hex your nuts off.”
***
“You said what?” Hermione asked, looking up from her fork where she was neatly scooping up Sheppard’s pie. “You do realize that he will see this as a dare and will likely make a move on me within the next week?”
“More than likely,” he answered, but continued to eat without showing much worry.
She was silent a moment before saying dryly, “There are times I can honestly say that I haven’t a clue what you’re thinking. And this, husband, is one of them. Don’t you think we have enough drama and turmoil occurring in our lives at the moment or did you start to think life was growing too dull?”
Severus shot her a glare, but wasn’t given time to retaliate as Lucius walked into the dining room. Sitting down next to his long time friend, he let out a sigh.
“I need a drink,” the blonde announced to them both, not noticing that the couple he was sitting with were currently glaring at each other or the set of glasses surrounding a bottle of fire whiskey dead in front of him on the table. “I found out about that auror.” He pulled out a piece of paper and went on to read what he had found out. “Matthew Fargo took very early retirement in order to open up a quidditch shop that, by and by, he didn’t even manage well enough to open it’s doors to the public at all. Very poor money skills all and all from what I could see, but this works in our favor as the man seemed to pulled the gold straight from his ass.” He looked over to Hermione. “There’s no paper trail as it were.”
“He didn’t save it, inherit it, or anything else you could see?” Hermione questioned him.
“I went to speak to my contact over at Gringotts. He told me that one day Mr. Fargo didn’t have a knut to his name and the next he came in 50 thousand galleons richer.”
“Where is he living now?” she asked, thinking over the new information.
“The poor sot had to move his family in with his in-laws at Brighton,” he told her. “Seems that the wizard has a little problem with gambling. He can’t pick a winning horse, quidditch team, or anything else sporting to save his life.”
“Sounds like more than a little problem,” Severus stated. “Hermione…”
“What?” She looked at him.
“That man is an ass.”
“I know that, but I would think with the stability that you have now you wouldn’t be goaded into further foolishness by that jerk.” With that she grabbed up her tea and went to their room.
“Dare I ask what that was all about?” Lucius asked the moment Hermione left the room a second later.
“Fucking Sirius,” he muttered.
“What happened this time, Severus?” Lucius queried, as he was wondering when the other man was ever going to offer him a drink.
It was with a deep and resigned sigh that he told his friend what had happened. “I as good as dared him to try for my wife.”
“Were you at least drunk?” Lucius asked dryly. “Was weed somehow involved? Anything?”
“I wish I could claim as much, but the only thing I kept thinking over and over again is that if he ever tried a single thing, the best curse breakers would never be able to undo what my lovely harridan of a wife would hit that sonofvabitch with.”
“Sound logic,” Lucius murmured. “But I think we better come up with a plan over, I don’t know, drinks?”
“Since when have you developed manners?” Rolling his eyes, Severus snapped, “They certainly never stopped you from taking entire bottles of my liquor in the past.” Taking a deep breath he muttered, “Pour me one as well while you’re at it. Something tells me that going to bed tonight will go much smoother if I were drunk.”
“It’s only five in the evening,” Lucius pointed out to him even as he was pouring him the drink.
“Very drunk.” He took the whiskey, downing it quickly. “Very drunk in deed.”
***
It's time once again for the Review Sing-A-Long!! The answer to the last one was "Careless Whisper" by Wham! Cookies go out to GillGirl86, SirSevChick, Jennifer Hoey (Grace), and Flaming Moth of Doom. For knowing that George Michael was somehow involved Voracious Reader gets a giggle out of the writer and that's about it. If you know the answer, shout it out! Implication of the answer isn't saying what it is. Sorry. If I missed you, I'm sorry about that as well.
Time for the next song. "I'll always remember the song they were playin'/The first time we reviewed and I knew/As we swayed to the music and held to each other/I fell in love with you." Here's your clue--this Canadian woman has been recording since the late 1960's and although many have thought of her music as Country, I personally think of it more along the lines of easy listening. There you go, good luck with this one. Have a good week people!!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
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Chapter Twenty-four
“The elf’s name is Whimsy.” Hermione looked up from the book she was reading to Sirius who was standing in her living room doorway, looking to be in a sour mood.
Smiling she said, “Thank you, Sirius. I know that was a lot of work to do. Come and sit! Tell me how you found out!”
Blinking at her stunned, he sat down, saying, “It was a matter of elimination.”
“I thought that might be the case,” Hermione replied quietly, as she reached out and took up her tea. “Would you care for some?”
He made a sound of dislike. “No thank you.”
“Pity,” she told him. “Severus made me a new blend that tastes exactly like fully caffeinated coffee. It’s wonderful.” She took another sip of her tea before saying, “I’m sure it was out of the need to have me stop bitching and moaning about having tea in the mornings rather than coffee, but I’m still grateful.”
“I’m sure,” Sirius said, but than asked, “Why did you have me do this research?”
She thought it over a moment. “Both you and Harry pushed for me to do that undercover assignment, because you wanted me to have a better understanding of what you have to deal with in the field.”
He nodded slowly.
“You wanted me to have more patience with the process,” she went on. “I understood why from the very moment it was suggested. Now it was your turn, at least for this part of the investigation, for you to come to some sort of understanding.” Hermione set aside her tea, standing up. “What I do, how I do it, and solutions I come up with aren’t without hard work and intelligence.”
“I never said…”
“So it wasn’t you that said that I wasn’t a real auror?”
He blanched at Hermione’s words, but said nothing.
“I am just as much of an auror as you or Harry or anyone else out there on the supposed streets doing field work,” she told him. “Because I come up with answers you need to get the criminals. I may not personally bring them in, but I do my part.”
Sirius stood up and started to say, “I’m sorry…”
“I don’t need apologies,” Hermione told him, sounding tired. “Thank you for taking the time to find out about the elf that was gifted over to Lucius’s half-brother. Please excuse me, but I need to lie down in bed. The medicine you understand.”
She got up and went to the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her. Sirius muttered a curse as he got up and found himself face to face with Severus Snape.
“I should be shocked that you would say as much,” Severus growled. “You always have been a thoughtless ass.”
“This has nothing to do with you!” the ex-Marauder exclaimed.
“Hermione is my business and always will be,” he snarled. “She’s my wife. And if you cared for more than yourself, you would comprehend what that means. Now get out of my home.”
“How a bastard like you could have ended up with her of all people…” Sirius muttered. “You don’t deserve her.”
“No I don’t,” Severus said. “I’m a dark, selfish jackass even on my best days, but she loves me. I know. She tells me everyday.” He went to the entry door of the rooms with the other man following him, opening it.
Sirius stopped and looked at him. “I could take her from you if I wanted.”
Snorting Severus said, “Please try. I, for one, would like to see just how she might hex your nuts off.”
***
“You said what?” Hermione asked, looking up from her fork where she was neatly scooping up Sheppard’s pie. “You do realize that he will see this as a dare and will likely make a move on me within the next week?”
“More than likely,” he answered, but continued to eat without showing much worry.
She was silent a moment before saying dryly, “There are times I can honestly say that I haven’t a clue what you’re thinking. And this, husband, is one of them. Don’t you think we have enough drama and turmoil occurring in our lives at the moment or did you start to think life was growing too dull?”
Severus shot her a glare, but wasn’t given time to retaliate as Lucius walked into the dining room. Sitting down next to his long time friend, he let out a sigh.
“I need a drink,” the blonde announced to them both, not noticing that the couple he was sitting with were currently glaring at each other or the set of glasses surrounding a bottle of fire whiskey dead in front of him on the table. “I found out about that auror.” He pulled out a piece of paper and went on to read what he had found out. “Matthew Fargo took very early retirement in order to open up a quidditch shop that, by and by, he didn’t even manage well enough to open it’s doors to the public at all. Very poor money skills all and all from what I could see, but this works in our favor as the man seemed to pulled the gold straight from his ass.” He looked over to Hermione. “There’s no paper trail as it were.”
“He didn’t save it, inherit it, or anything else you could see?” Hermione questioned him.
“I went to speak to my contact over at Gringotts. He told me that one day Mr. Fargo didn’t have a knut to his name and the next he came in 50 thousand galleons richer.”
“Where is he living now?” she asked, thinking over the new information.
“The poor sot had to move his family in with his in-laws at Brighton,” he told her. “Seems that the wizard has a little problem with gambling. He can’t pick a winning horse, quidditch team, or anything else sporting to save his life.”
“Sounds like more than a little problem,” Severus stated. “Hermione…”
“What?” She looked at him.
“That man is an ass.”
“I know that, but I would think with the stability that you have now you wouldn’t be goaded into further foolishness by that jerk.” With that she grabbed up her tea and went to their room.
“Dare I ask what that was all about?” Lucius asked the moment Hermione left the room a second later.
“Fucking Sirius,” he muttered.
“What happened this time, Severus?” Lucius queried, as he was wondering when the other man was ever going to offer him a drink.
It was with a deep and resigned sigh that he told his friend what had happened. “I as good as dared him to try for my wife.”
“Were you at least drunk?” Lucius asked dryly. “Was weed somehow involved? Anything?”
“I wish I could claim as much, but the only thing I kept thinking over and over again is that if he ever tried a single thing, the best curse breakers would never be able to undo what my lovely harridan of a wife would hit that sonofvabitch with.”
“Sound logic,” Lucius murmured. “But I think we better come up with a plan over, I don’t know, drinks?”
“Since when have you developed manners?” Rolling his eyes, Severus snapped, “They certainly never stopped you from taking entire bottles of my liquor in the past.” Taking a deep breath he muttered, “Pour me one as well while you’re at it. Something tells me that going to bed tonight will go much smoother if I were drunk.”
“It’s only five in the evening,” Lucius pointed out to him even as he was pouring him the drink.
“Very drunk.” He took the whiskey, downing it quickly. “Very drunk in deed.”
***
It's time once again for the Review Sing-A-Long!! The answer to the last one was "Careless Whisper" by Wham! Cookies go out to GillGirl86, SirSevChick, Jennifer Hoey (Grace), and Flaming Moth of Doom. For knowing that George Michael was somehow involved Voracious Reader gets a giggle out of the writer and that's about it. If you know the answer, shout it out! Implication of the answer isn't saying what it is. Sorry. If I missed you, I'm sorry about that as well.
Time for the next song. "I'll always remember the song they were playin'/The first time we reviewed and I knew/As we swayed to the music and held to each other/I fell in love with you." Here's your clue--this Canadian woman has been recording since the late 1960's and although many have thought of her music as Country, I personally think of it more along the lines of easy listening. There you go, good luck with this one. Have a good week people!!