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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
Views:
13,568
Reviews:
96
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
3
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Chapter Twenty-five
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Chapter Twenty-five
Frannie wasn’t nearly as bad as Hermione had imagined her to be. But neither was she that grand of a looker either. The pudgy, badly dyed bleach blond woman wreaked of fire whiskey and fags, one of which was hanging out from her lipstick stained, wrinkled lips.
“What do ya…Hey, Siri! Luv! I wasn’t expectin’ you ‘ere!” She smiled at him revealing bad teeth covered in stains and managed to have more lipstick than on her lips. “Wanna join me? It’s been a slow day.”
“Oh dear Merlin,” Sirius breathed, looking like he was becoming sick at the sight of her.
Feeling guilty over the lecture she had given him and knowing that Sirius was feeling more than a little overwhelmed, Hermione took charge.
“Hello, Frannie,” she said, pushing her into the room.
“I don’t do girls.”
“Neither do I.” Hermione slammed the door in the men’s faces. “We need to talk.”
***
Severus was a mess of nerves by the time Hermione walked out of the woman’s flat with information in regards to the men that she had been with in hand. She didn’t say anything until they were in the elevator. She reached into her pocket and handed Sirius one of the business cards she had there.
“I’m going to be going to therapy with this man starting the end of the week,” she told him. “He deals with cases with extreme trauma, both magical and psychological. I’m told that he also deals with cases of alcoholism.”
His hand was shaking as he looked at the card. Sniffling he asked, “Why are you going to see him?”
“That isn’t any of your business, Black,” Severus told him, putting his arm around Hermione’s shoulders in a protective posture.
She murmured, “He’s going to find out sooner or later." She took a deep breath and told him, "Bellatrix tortured me.”
“Merlin,” he breathed. “How...” Her head shook, not wanting to speak about the torture itself. “It doesn’t matter. She’s dead. Good and dead.”
“May she burn for eternity,” Severus muttered, kissing Hermione’s head. “What now, love?”
“Now,” she whispered. “We have a list to work through. And heaven help us, her recall of all seven men she had been with that night was just as bad as Sirius’s recall of Frannie.”
***
Hermione was glaring at the hodgepodge of information, but none of the things Frannie had said made a bit of sense to her as she looked at it. The drunken whore called one of the wizards she had screwed ‘that young Greek god I made a real man’. She tossed it to the side and was about to go over to the prototype to review the memories again when Ginny came into the rooms, jumping around like a crazed jackrabbit.
“He asked! He asked me!” she repeated over and over again as she held out her left hand to her friend.
Hermione tried to look at what she was showing her, but it was proving to be impossible. “Ginny, stop! Trying to watch you while you are jumping up and down is making my stomach turn!”
“He asked me to marry him!” She stopped jumping, but the younger witch was fairly vibrating as she was holding out her ring hand to her. “He gave me the Potter family ring!”
“That’s wonderful!” Hermione hugged her. Pulling back, she teased, “I take it that this means that you said yes?”
“Very funny,” Ginny said, slapping her friend's shoulder playfully.
“We should celebrate,” she told her. “Get a few of us girls together and have a few drinks here at the school.”
“At the school? Are you kidding me? I want to go out!”
“Right,” Hermione muttered. “Out.”
“What?” Ginny asked, looking slightly disappointed.
“Its just what with the bombings going on…”
“Oh stop!” Ginny said, trying to cut her off.
“And I was followed one of the last times I was in London alone,” she told her. “Severus would put up a stink if I went out for a hen's night out!”
“Oh,” she breathed. “Well…”
“And I don’t know about you, but I want to spend my time with my friends, not people coming up to me asking me if I was ‘that witch that were smart enough to pull Sirius Black out of that whatever that was you got him from’.”
Ginny was laughing. “So what do you suppose we do?”
***
After attaining permission from Severus to use the Room of Requirement, she invited Luna Lovegood, Tonks, as well as Katie Bell, Fleur, and the Petil Twins. Though how she was able to speak to Katie without turning a bright red while doing so was beyond her. She told herself to get rid of the memory of Katie she had seen. She told herself this repeatedly, knowing that if she kept thinking about it, once she had a few drinks she would spill her guts.
Hermione with the help of Ginny set up part of the Room of Requirement like a Moroccan home with loads of rugs, pillows, and sheer curtains draping all over the walls. A meal was made by the house elves consisting of all Middle Eastern foods that would be eaten with their fingers. Finger baths would be provided so that they could wash up as well as an excellent coffee and hookah for afterwards.
In the next room, they had it set up like a pub. It had a bar as well as a table, a house elf to work the stick, and billiards. It was making the best of the situation, Hermione explained to Ginny.
One by one they all arrived and were brought over by a house elf to the room. Before dinner cocktails were served in the pub while they were waiting for everyone to arrive. Tonks was the first to show up and promptly ordered a butter beer.
“I don’t know what you said to him, but Sirius checked himself into St. Mungos earlier today,” Tonks told them, letting out a long sigh. “He came over this afternoon. He and my husband were talking for what must have been a couple of hours. Remus ended up going with him for support.” Smiling she threw her arms around Hermione, kissing her cheek soundly. “I don’t know how you did it, but you did it.”
“Let’s see what happens first, shall we?” Hermione told her. “And as for what I said or didn’t say? Merlin knows! It feels like I’ve been lecturing more people lately than a professor of morality.”
This had her friends laughing, knowing that Hermione had always been a witch for giving a good stern lecture—whether it was wanted or not.
***
Chapter Twenty-five
Frannie wasn’t nearly as bad as Hermione had imagined her to be. But neither was she that grand of a looker either. The pudgy, badly dyed bleach blond woman wreaked of fire whiskey and fags, one of which was hanging out from her lipstick stained, wrinkled lips.
“What do ya…Hey, Siri! Luv! I wasn’t expectin’ you ‘ere!” She smiled at him revealing bad teeth covered in stains and managed to have more lipstick than on her lips. “Wanna join me? It’s been a slow day.”
“Oh dear Merlin,” Sirius breathed, looking like he was becoming sick at the sight of her.
Feeling guilty over the lecture she had given him and knowing that Sirius was feeling more than a little overwhelmed, Hermione took charge.
“Hello, Frannie,” she said, pushing her into the room.
“I don’t do girls.”
“Neither do I.” Hermione slammed the door in the men’s faces. “We need to talk.”
***
Severus was a mess of nerves by the time Hermione walked out of the woman’s flat with information in regards to the men that she had been with in hand. She didn’t say anything until they were in the elevator. She reached into her pocket and handed Sirius one of the business cards she had there.
“I’m going to be going to therapy with this man starting the end of the week,” she told him. “He deals with cases with extreme trauma, both magical and psychological. I’m told that he also deals with cases of alcoholism.”
His hand was shaking as he looked at the card. Sniffling he asked, “Why are you going to see him?”
“That isn’t any of your business, Black,” Severus told him, putting his arm around Hermione’s shoulders in a protective posture.
She murmured, “He’s going to find out sooner or later." She took a deep breath and told him, "Bellatrix tortured me.”
“Merlin,” he breathed. “How...” Her head shook, not wanting to speak about the torture itself. “It doesn’t matter. She’s dead. Good and dead.”
“May she burn for eternity,” Severus muttered, kissing Hermione’s head. “What now, love?”
“Now,” she whispered. “We have a list to work through. And heaven help us, her recall of all seven men she had been with that night was just as bad as Sirius’s recall of Frannie.”
***
Hermione was glaring at the hodgepodge of information, but none of the things Frannie had said made a bit of sense to her as she looked at it. The drunken whore called one of the wizards she had screwed ‘that young Greek god I made a real man’. She tossed it to the side and was about to go over to the prototype to review the memories again when Ginny came into the rooms, jumping around like a crazed jackrabbit.
“He asked! He asked me!” she repeated over and over again as she held out her left hand to her friend.
Hermione tried to look at what she was showing her, but it was proving to be impossible. “Ginny, stop! Trying to watch you while you are jumping up and down is making my stomach turn!”
“He asked me to marry him!” She stopped jumping, but the younger witch was fairly vibrating as she was holding out her ring hand to her. “He gave me the Potter family ring!”
“That’s wonderful!” Hermione hugged her. Pulling back, she teased, “I take it that this means that you said yes?”
“Very funny,” Ginny said, slapping her friend's shoulder playfully.
“We should celebrate,” she told her. “Get a few of us girls together and have a few drinks here at the school.”
“At the school? Are you kidding me? I want to go out!”
“Right,” Hermione muttered. “Out.”
“What?” Ginny asked, looking slightly disappointed.
“Its just what with the bombings going on…”
“Oh stop!” Ginny said, trying to cut her off.
“And I was followed one of the last times I was in London alone,” she told her. “Severus would put up a stink if I went out for a hen's night out!”
“Oh,” she breathed. “Well…”
“And I don’t know about you, but I want to spend my time with my friends, not people coming up to me asking me if I was ‘that witch that were smart enough to pull Sirius Black out of that whatever that was you got him from’.”
Ginny was laughing. “So what do you suppose we do?”
***
After attaining permission from Severus to use the Room of Requirement, she invited Luna Lovegood, Tonks, as well as Katie Bell, Fleur, and the Petil Twins. Though how she was able to speak to Katie without turning a bright red while doing so was beyond her. She told herself to get rid of the memory of Katie she had seen. She told herself this repeatedly, knowing that if she kept thinking about it, once she had a few drinks she would spill her guts.
Hermione with the help of Ginny set up part of the Room of Requirement like a Moroccan home with loads of rugs, pillows, and sheer curtains draping all over the walls. A meal was made by the house elves consisting of all Middle Eastern foods that would be eaten with their fingers. Finger baths would be provided so that they could wash up as well as an excellent coffee and hookah for afterwards.
In the next room, they had it set up like a pub. It had a bar as well as a table, a house elf to work the stick, and billiards. It was making the best of the situation, Hermione explained to Ginny.
One by one they all arrived and were brought over by a house elf to the room. Before dinner cocktails were served in the pub while they were waiting for everyone to arrive. Tonks was the first to show up and promptly ordered a butter beer.
“I don’t know what you said to him, but Sirius checked himself into St. Mungos earlier today,” Tonks told them, letting out a long sigh. “He came over this afternoon. He and my husband were talking for what must have been a couple of hours. Remus ended up going with him for support.” Smiling she threw her arms around Hermione, kissing her cheek soundly. “I don’t know how you did it, but you did it.”
“Let’s see what happens first, shall we?” Hermione told her. “And as for what I said or didn’t say? Merlin knows! It feels like I’ve been lecturing more people lately than a professor of morality.”
This had her friends laughing, knowing that Hermione had always been a witch for giving a good stern lecture—whether it was wanted or not.