The Rules of Engagement

Sorry for the delay, but I think you will all be pleased. I’m kinda tired at the moment so any blazing mistakes will get taken care of tomorrow, sometime, maybe. *sigh * I just wanted to get this out as soon as I could.

Enjoy !!

Glinda

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A Werebitch Arrives
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Hermione grinned to herself as she walked to the Hospital wing. The conversation with Draco had been interesting, to say the least. Funny that Neville had been the one to bring up the issue of continuing the family lines. She had never thought of Neville as a traditionalist, but then he had lost his family early on, so his sense of duty might be stronger than Draco’s.

Entering the hallway that lead to the Infirmary, Hermione spotted Tonks leaning up against the wall listening to Dedoredore speak to her. The old wizard’s head was bowed down, as if he were speaking softly. As Hermione drew nearer, Dumbledore placed a hand on the young auror’s shoulder and patted it comfortingly, then walked away in the opposite direction. Tonks had crossed her arms and lowered her head to her chest. Hermione’s chest tightened at the sight.

“Tonks ?” Hermione said softly when she had reached the woman’s side. Tonks was still wearing her true appearance. Hermione briefly thought perhaps Severus’ compliment might have been taken seriously.

“Hermione.” Tonks said, raising her head to show shining eyes, that the older woman swiped at with the back of her hand.

“Are you . . . “ Hermione started, then looked worriedly at the hospital doors. “Has something . . .?”

“No, no Remy’s fine . . . . . . welhe she same anyway.” The black haired woman took a deep tension filled breath. “Dumbledore just had some news for me, that’s all.”

“I don’t want to pry . . . . . . “

Tonks let out a disheartened laugh. “Everybody will know soon enough. Dumbledore told me my number was up.” At Hermione’s confused look she went on. “The Headmaster has called in every favor he could to keep my name off the eligible list for the marriage law. Next week my extension runs out.”

“But . . . . . You’re a pureblood. Your mother was a Black.”

“Yeah, but Dad is a muggle born, so I’m eligible, same as Harry. I suppose I shouldn’t be so glum, look how your engagement has turned out.” Hermione raised her eyebrows at that. She didn’t really think her situation was an ideal example.

“Are you afraid an ex-Death Eater will petition for you ?”

“It is a possibility. There are plenty that would like to get their hands on me. I can’t think of anyone else who would. There is someone I wish could, but he’s not eligible.”

“Remus.”

“That obvious, am I ? He doesn’t care for me that way, I know, but still, to be married to aast ast a friend. That would be nice.” Tonks said and Hermione nodded her agreement. She and Severus were friends and it was going to be nice. She nibbled her lip in thought.

“Don’t give up yet. You’re bound to get lots of petitions.” Hermione said, trying to brighten the older woman’s spirits.

“Yeah, maybe. A lot of men dream of having a Metamorphmagus, they can live out all their sick fantasies.”

“Tonks . . . .”

“It’s alright, Hermione. I’m used to it by now. Ink Ink I’ll go for a walk. See you later.” With that the auror walked away, looking more defeated than Hermione had ever seen her. Hermione had to see if there might be some way she could help.

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Reappearing at Hogwarts front gates, Severus released his hold on the young woman he had apparated there, but she immediately stumbled and if not for his quick steadying hand, would surely have fallen.

“Excuse me. I don’t apparate much.” Annya said, looking slightly worse for the trip.

“How do you get along as a muggle in the wizarding world ?” Severus asked as they began to walk towards the castle.

“About a third of my pack were muggles before receiving the bite. You thought only wizards could become werewolves ?”

“Most muggles are not fortunate enough to survive.”

Annya became somber and nodded as he stepped aside to allow her to enter the castle. Severus turned towards the stairs leading to the dungeons.

“Your hospital is down there ?”

“No. I am taking you to my office. I want you to explain to me exactly what will happen.” His manner leaving no room for argument. The werebitch acquiesced and followed him.


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Hermione walked into the private room off the main hospital floor to find Remus awake. His arms crossed over his chest, he reclined against a stack of pillows with a frown on his haggard face. When she approached the bed, amber eyes flashed at her.

“Why didn’t she tell me ?” He demanded. Hermione surmised the werewolf must have heard the conversation the women had out in the hallway, his senses still acute.

“Which part ? You can’t tell me you didn’t know how she felt about you.”

Remus sighed and sunk further back into his nest of pillows. “You’re right, of course. What could I say ? Tonks is a lovely young woman, the last thing she needs is to be saddled with an old wolf. Especially one that does not feel the same.”

“You may feel differently, when you’re better.”

“No, Hermione. As Romantic as that would be, Tonks and I are friends, nothing more. After dating Ron, I think you know what I’m talking about.” Hermione nodded understandingly.

“Time for dinner.” She said after a pause. Remus grimaced. “Don’t give me that face. Severus would never forgive me if you got worse in his absence.”

Hermione moved the tray of food over to the bed and lifted the cover. The sick man winced and turned his head away. She sighed and replaced the cover, picking up a glass of water instead.

“Let’s start with taterater.”

“Alright.” Remus took a few sips, then refused the rest. Hermione placed the glass back on the tray and rolled it away from him.

“You are frustrated with me.”

“Yes.” She admitted honestly.

“I . . . . just . . . can’t.” Remus sighed.

“I know, but you’re starting to scare me, Remy.” For the first time, she let the tears in her eyes flow over and down her cheeks. Remus patted the space on the bed beside him. She was embraced in his arms, feeling him rub her back soothingly for some time.

Suddenly, she heard a low thrumming sound coming from the werewolf’s chest. Hermione sat back and looked into his eyes. Remus seemed just as surprised. He lifted his head and sniffed the air, then a low growl bubbled up from him and she moved away.

“Remus ??” Hermione said, backing away from the bed. Remus stared at her, his eyes brighter and he sampled the air again. He sat up on knees, sniffing madly, his now almost golden eyes darted to the closed door and howleowled again, louder than before.

The door suddenly opened and a woman Hermione had never seen before walked in slowly, followed by Severus.

“Hermione, back away slowly. Come to me.” Severus said. All of this was very odd, but she trusted her fiancé, so did as he asked.

A whimpering sound came from the unknown woman. She turned an almost territorial glare at the Head Girl, then Hermione felt Severus put an arm around her waist, pulling her tight against his chest. She turned and looked up into the Potion Master’s face questioningly.

“Just watch.” He whispered to her, so she looked back at the scene unfolding in front of her.

The blonde woman continued to whimper every few seconds. Remus was now sitting tall, up on his knees, the thrumming sound coming from his chest again, as he glared down at the woman approaching him. She had reached the bottom of the bed and crawled up onto it, keeping her head low and her eyes locked on Remus’. Moving closer to him, the woman continued to make those whining noises. When her face nearly reached his knee, she turned over and lay on the bed on her back. Another threatening growl, then Remus bared his teeth, which looked much more menacing than usual, and bent down, opening his mouth he gripped her neck with his teeth.

Hermione let out a peep and started to move forward, but the strong arm around her prevented it.

“Do not interfere.” Her fiancé’s voice warned. “All will be well.”

How did Severus know ‘all would be well’ ? Who was this woman ? What was happening to Remus? Hermione was beginning to feel frantic with unanswered questions.

Remus held the woman’s throat, as she let out a submissive whimper. When he finally released her neck, Hermione thought the strange exchange might have been over, but instead of letting her up, he ran his nose along her neck and into her cleavage, breathing deeply. He continued down, breathing in her scent as she lay under him, until his face was over her sex. He inhaled again, then let out a little growl followed by a more contented sounding thrum, settling back on his knees.

The woman rose onto her knees and moved slowly towards Remus. She rubbed her cheek against his, then it looked as if she licked his neck. Then he burying his nose in her hair and licked her neck. The scene seemed overly intimate. Hermione bega fee feel uncomfortable watching them.

“Has he accepted you ?” Severus’ loud voice resounded in the previously quiet room. Remus’ head shot up and he looked around as if he had just awoken. He stared at the woman in front of him, then scooted back away from her, blushing furiously.

“Yeah, I think he has.” The woman said, moving back to sit near the end of the bed, appearing shy now.

“Severus, what is going on ?” Hermione demanded.

“I’d . . . . um . . . . . like to know that myself.” Remus stuttered.

“We appear to have found the cause of your illness.” Severus said leading Hermione to a chair then taking one himself.

“How does . . . .? Who is this ?” The young Gryffindor asked befuddled.

“This is Annya Leonov, the Keeper of the Lycanthrope Archives.” Severus said, introducing the woman.

“You’re a . . . . werewolf, too.” Remus stated with some disbelief.

“A werebitch, yes.”

“So what IS wrong with Remus ?” Hermione asked anxiously.

“Professor Lupin has never been mated.” Annya said quietly, her eyes lowered.

“Mated !?” The fair haired man sputtered.

“Adult werewolves require a mating every few years.” The blonde woman glanced at Remus shyly. “The inner wolf calls out for companionship. A contact that only one werewolf may give another.”

Remus’ cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. “I . . . . . have never heard of such a thing.”

“But that’s what’s been wrongh yoh you. Your inner wolf . . . . . . without the mating it required . . . . .” Annya looked up at the man in the bed and for the first time, Hermione saw the striking color of her eyes and by the look on his face, so had Remus. “The spirit had resigned itself to death.”

“By taking away all that gave me life.” Remus said as if he had just begun to understand.

“What will being ‘mated’ mean ?” Hermione couldn’t help her curiosity.

“They will have to pass a month together and see each other through a full moon.” Severus stated.

“Am I correct in assuming . . . . . .?” Remus left the question unasked, looking to the young woman for confirmation.

“Yes.” Annya said, casting her eyes down again. The werewolf frowned as he took in the werebitch’s countenance. A pained expression washed over his face.

“I’m sorry.” Remus whispered.

The blonde woman’s eyes snapped up. “What ? Why ? I’m just sorry you have to be stuck with me. I have never been mated. An older, more experienced werebitch could lead you through the process smoothly. Professor Remus J. Lupin deserves better.” Remus lifted an eyebrow and looked at Severus.

“She is a bit of a fan.” The dark man said and Hermione could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Professor Lupin, I . . . . “ Annya started.

“Remus. Please, call me Remus.” The young woman nodded and gave him a little smile.

“Remus, I have looked up to you for years. You are the reason I became a Keeper. I feel like I know so much about you, yet hardly anything.”

“Get used to it, Lupin. Miss Leonov has a veritable shrine to you behind her desk.” Severus said. Annya blushed and Remus chuckled.

“Does this mean . . . . . I mean with the mating . . . . . . . Are you going to have a child together ?” Hermione finally got out.

Remus looked sharply at the woman still sitting on his bed. Annya looked at Hermione.

“I’m sad to say no. Werewolves are made by the bite, not born. We are barren.” The young woman said.

Remus sat back into his pillows as if he had been struck. “Are we ?”

“You didn’t know ?” The Keeper asked, sounding surprised.

“I . . . . I had no idea. But I suppose it makes sense.”

“Mating is more of a sharing of spirits.” Annya explained.

“Oh.” Hermione said inadequately.

Severus stood. “I will inform Poppy that Miss Leonov will be staying and help her move in a bed.”

“Staying ?” Remus asked.

“You won’t let me out of your sight for long now. Not until the mating is complete.”

“That is ridiculous, of course I will. I’m sure you would be more comfortable in one of the guest quarters.” Remus said.

Annya looked doubtful, but stood to follow Severus out. She was within two steps of the door, when a loud growl sounded in the room. Annya took one more step and Remus was out of the bed and had the wereb pin pinned against the wall in a flash. He growled again into her face. When she whimpered back and gave his cheek a tentative lick, he relaxed, then looked guilty.

“I . . . . . Forgive me.” Remus back away from her quickly.

“There’s nothing to forgive. It’s instinctual, you can’t help it. You don’t let this side of yourself out much, do you ?” She said in consternation.

“No.” Remus shook his head looking both confused and embarrassed.

“How are you feeling now, Lupin ?” Remus paused as if assessing him body, then looked at the other man with an astonished expression.

“Hungry.” The werewolf answered with a laugh.

“Really ?” Hermione asked. It was hard for her to believe since she had just had so much difficulty getting him to even drink water.

“Yes. I’m starved, as a matter of fact.” Remus rolled the tray of food over to the bed and sat down. He lifted the cover and tucked right in without pause. Hermione stood with her mouth open.

“Has he been difficult ?” Severus asked her, placing an hand on her back. She nodded.

“Remus should start feeling better now. In a few days, he should get his strength back.” Annya said, looking at Remus with more than a little hero-worship, if Hermione were not mistaken. The werebitch then turned to Severus. “It might be best if we were alone somewhere. At home, we have mating quarters isolated from others, is there a place like that here.”

“Not as such.” He said, but Hermione could see his mind working. “I will take you to Snape Manor. There are two house elves there to provide anything you require. You will not be dangerous during this time ? Hermione’s parents have emergency portkeys to take them to the manner if they should have need.”

“No . . . . we won’t be dangerous. I just think it will be better all ‘round. Excuse me for asking, but why would a student’s parents have portkeys to your home ?”

“Hermione is my fiancé. Her parents are muggles, any more is unimportant.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry, it’s just . . . . . Durmstrang doesn’t allow faculty to become involved with students.” Annya said.

“The marriage law was passed here. A lot has changed.” Hermione said. The werebitch looked her over, those strangely alluring eyes taking in every aspect, until she seemed satisfied.

“I should send a message to Igor to let him know I’ll be staying.”

“I’ll ask Madam Pomfrey for some parchment, quill and ink.” Hermione offered.

“Just a piece of parchment, please.” Annya said, drawing something out of her pocket. Hermione looked, then her brow furrowed.

“You carry a pen ??”

“Oh . . Yeah.” The blolauglaughed. “I’ve never gotten the hang of using a quill. It must take magic or something.”

“You mean . . . . you aren’t a witch ?” The Head Girl asked as if it were unthinkable. The older woman shook her head and her flaxen curls bounced playfully.

“Just a run-of-the-mill Lycanthropic muggle.”

“Oh.” Hermione said, looking surprised, then smiled. “I’m familiar with muggle things, if you need anything, just let me know, Miss Leonov.”

“Thanks, Hermione. You can call me Annya.” The werebitch smiled and it made her eyes light up in a engaging way. Hermione found herself smiling back.


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Severus followed Hermione into the Head Girl’s room. They had left the two werewolves to become better acquainted. After moving in a bed, appeasing a nearly hysterical Poppy, having a house elf fetch Annya’s belongings and making sure they were settled, Severus was ready to procure his own dinner and relax in the company of his intended.

“Any special requests from the kitchen ?”

“Food.” Severus said exhaustedly as he plunked down on, what he was beginning to think of as, his end of the couch. Hermione chuckled at him, then floo called the kitchen.

He watched her wistfully, liking this easy report between them. Severus had never felt this comfortable with anyone, with possibly the exception of Dumbledore. But, he decided as he watched her plump bottom displayed before him as she bent over into the fire, that Dumbledore had never made him feel like this.

Watching the drama that played out between the two werewolves had begun to heat his blood. Even as tired as he was, the idea of holding his woman was an attractive one. Yes, he thought, my woman. Woe be to any man that tried to take her from him now.

Hermione finished with the fithenthen turned and walked over to him, a playful smirk at her lips. Her delicate hands began unbuttoning his coat.

“Should I be jealous that you are gone for less than a day and bring a pretty woman back with you ?” Severus grinned to himself and decided to play along.

“Is she pretty ? I did not notice.” He sat up to allow her to remove his coat. She stood between his legs. He placed his hands on her back drawing her closer, her ample breasts at eye level. He couldn’t resist the impulse to press his cheek against her soft curves in an embrace. Her hand came up and smoothed his hair. “How could I look at other women when you were here waiting for me ?”

Hermione laughed softly. “You should save lines like that for after we’re married.” Severus drew his head back and looked up into warm brown eyes that smiled at him softly, but also held a hint of uncertainty.

“It is not a line.”

She took his face in her hands and kissed him gently. Severus let her be in control, even though he wanted nothing more than to kiss her roughly and thoroughly. The kiss was sweet and made him feel welcome.

Their dinner popped in with a poof onto the low table. Hermione transfigured the table to one of dinning height and transfigured two chairs to match. Severus was very impressed with her transfiguration skills. Truth be told, they were far superior to his own. Not that he was ever going to tell her so.

They ate and talked with companionable ease. Hermione asked him for details on the mating practices of werewolves. Annya had made it very clear to him that sex was a very small part of the process, but speaking of it now only reminded him of the scene he had witnessed earlier. It made him hungry, and not for food. Severus sighed over the rim of his water glass, remembering that even if he wished to taste of Hermione’s charms, she was in her woman’s time. Which reminded him . . . .

“Are you feeling . . . a . alright ?” He asked, leaving the question open, so as not to upset her again.

Hermione blushed. He could see it behind her napkin as she tried to hide from him by wiping her mouth. “I’m okay, just the normal aches and pains.”

It was now Severus’ turn to blush. “I was not speaking of simply physical discomfort.”

“Oh. You mean am I still upset about not being pregnant.” He nodded. “I’m better, I think. I know it wasn’t what you wanted,” She quickly held up a hand as he began to object. “at least, not yet. My reactions have made me realise how much I must want a baby. I hadn’t thought much about it . . . until, well, all this.”

“You are very young. There is no reason you should have been contemplating a family as yet. If I could, I would spare you the burden now.”

“What about you ? Last night . . . . . did you just say that you were disappointed to make me feel better ?” Hermione’s eyes watched him carefully. Severus knew his answer was somehow important to her.

“I have to confess that I had assumed you had not conceived. Upon our return, we met Lupin in the Entryway. When I later told him of my lapse in judgment, he had consoled me by saying you had not smelled fertile to him. So I had let it go.” Hermione nodded slowly. “I did not feel the loss, until I saw it on your face.”

As Severus watched, Hermione’s eyes grew moist and glistened in the candlelight. “Forgive me. I did not mean to make you cry.”

She waved off his apology. “I’m alright.” Severus set down his napkin and stood.

“It is getting late. I should leave you to get some rest.”

“Do you have to go ?” She stood also, seeming very uncertain of herself.

“We both have classes in the morning. I think it best I leave.” He hesitated for a moment, then moved to embrace her. Hermione clung to him.

“Please don’t go.” She said quietly. Severus felt torn.

“My dear . . . . . . .”

“Please, Severus. I . . . . . I can’t explain why, but I need you here tonight.” Hermione whispered against his chest. Severus closed his eyes feeling an explosion of warmth fill his chest. So this is what it was to feel wanted, needed. It should be safe enough, he thought quickly, he would not approach her in a sexual manner during her time and he would be able to hold her, as he wished. He kissed the top of her head.

“Very well then. We should clean up and retire.” The smile she turned up to him nearly took his breath away. To see a woman made so happy by his presence, made him cherish her all the more.

They cleared the remains of dinner, undressed and settled into bed. Without prompting, Hermione snuggled up to him, her hand splayed on his chest and his arm around her. Severus found his nostrils filled with the scent of Hermione laced with the flowery fragrance of her shampoo. He buried his nose in it, breathing deeply, then kissing her head. He slowly became aware that her hand was making it’s way lower, tracing the trail of black hair running down his stomach and disappearing into his under shorts. Teasing fingertips traced the top of his shorts. The earlier stimulation combined with nearness of the object of his lust, brought on a speedy reaction in his lower region.

“Hermione.” He whispered in warning, followed by a gasp as her hand grasped him through the thin material. Regretfully, he staid her hand. There was a pause where neither said anything.

“Let me touch you.” Hermione whispered into the darkness, her breath warm on his suddenly sensitized skin, bringing him up to full hardness, the tip of his shaft fighting to free itself from the confines of his clothing.

“No.” He said shakily, trying to calm himself, though at the moment that seemed impossible. Hermione sat up beside him and soft sweet lips captured his in an insistent kiss. In his aroused state, he couldn’t resist her advances, the hand on her back drew her closer. Her kiss was unrelenting, as were the fingers that pinched his nipple causing him to moan into her mouth, as his hips pressed up. Her teasing and passion were causing his sac to ache with need and his length to bob of it’s own accord. When she hadn’t grasped him again, Severus let out an uncharacteristic whimper. For a second he was mortified to have made the noise, that was until her hand dipped below the waistline of his shorts and closed around the hard flesh it found there. He moved unabashedly in her tight grip for several strokes, until she withdrew from him. He was about to snarl out his objection, when he realised by her movements, that Hermione was removing her night gown. Dark brows knit together in confusion,il hil his head was unceremoniously pushed between two warm mounds of flesh. He smiled and willingly captured a hardened peak in his mouth, nipping at it lightly. Hermione made a pained sound. Severus raised his head with concern.

“They’re just tender right now.” She whispered. Severus kicked himself mentally for not having thought of that. He laid her back, showering both breasts with feather light kisses, then lapping at the pert buds. Hermione mewed softly, a sound that went straight to base of his shaft. Leaving her breasts, he kissed his way up to her neck, then whispered in her ear.

“Why ? Why did you start this when I cannot satisfy you ?” He could feel her smile against his cheek.

“This is for you, not me. I like making you feel good.” She reached down and grabbed him through his clothing, making him groan. “Then again . . . . I do enjoy the power I have over you.”

Severus’ body was shaking as he rocked against her hand, and laughed. “Spoken like a true Slytherin.” To which he received a pinch to the crown of his manhood. Hermione pushed him onto his back and moved down his body until her face was over his throbbing shaft. Putting a hand to her cheek, he tried to urge her back up.

“No, my dear. I am too close.”

“I know. I want to pleasure you this way. Just let yourself go. I want to hear you call my name.” Hermione said. Severus chuckled as his own words were used on him. If this was truly what she wanted, he could not deny her. He helped her remove his shorts, then she made herself comfortable between his spread legs.

The only light in the room came from the waning fire in the hearth. A warm glow reflected in Hermione’s eyes when she looked up at him and her moist lips nearly glowed. Severus tried to reign in his excitement, to let her explore and experiment, as he knew she wished to. She leaned forward placing a light kiss where his sac met the shaft, then licked up the underside. Breathing deeply, he closed his eyes and concentrated on holding back the inevitable.

Hermione’s research included licks, nips and playful bites. Severus felt he was handling it well, until she took the crown into her mouth. A rush of air escaped him followed by a moan, which only appeared to encourage her. Feeling the telltale tightening, he tried to raise her head.

“Hermione . . . . please. Use your hand.” Severus said, hoping she would come up to kiss him and stroke him with her hand as she had done before, but she batted his hand away and instead of stopping, she concentrated her efforts. She synchronized the movement of her head with the stroking of her hand and Severus was soon calling out her name in an almost primal growl, clasping the bedclothes until his hands hurt.

He fell back, no longer able to even support his eyelids, as spasms continued to run through his body. He was vaguely aware of Hermione mouthing his softening length. He let out a long sated sighed and heard his fiancé giggle.

“I take it I passed the practical, Professor ?”

A grin came to his face. Severus reached out and pulled Hermione up until she lay over his body, then he kissed her long and hard. When they finally parted he had a smirk on his face.

“That, Miss Granger, was NEWT level work.”

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Part of what took so long was the unplanned lemon at the end. Hope you liked it.

Glinda

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It’s quick and easy. I’m looking for near 100% participation.(I’m holding the next chapter hostage . . . . alright, I will after it’s written.) So come on you procrastinating gentlemen, and you know who you are, come over and give a quick vote.

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>>>>ANNOUNCING the First ever cialcial Potterotica Universe challenge!!

Ta Da . . . . . .

I think we’ll call this challenge ‘The Mythical Mess’ challenge.

Severus somehow incapacitates or kills (what we think of as) a
mythical figure such as :

The Tooth Fairy
Cupid
The Sandman
The Easter Bunny
Mother Nature
Santa Claus
Jack Frost
Jack the Pumpkin King

or such……..perfectly legal to use something other than these.

**The catch ? He must take over their duties until they are well or
a replacement is found.

*Hermione must help him in some way and she should be the only one to
know what he\'s doing, at least at first.

*The fic should contain these lines said by whomever you choose.

\"I am NOT going to wear that.\"

and

\"If I tempt you, why do you run from me ?\".


*Severus should be discovered by at least one child and try to
explain himself.

Any length, any rating, any pairing with Severus (does not have to be
SS/HG), but should have LOTS of humor. (A little romance is a bonus.)

It might be a good idea if anyone responding to the challenge post a
short explanation of the Mythical character they are using. We have
readers from many different countries and they may not recognize the
figure used. (Don\'t know how many countries have the tooth fairy) You
could do it at the end of the first chapter so you won\'t give away
the surprise if you wanted.

I hope lots of people take this up, it could be so much fun. Too
many heavy fics out there lately for my taste.

Let\'s lighten it up.

Glinda


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