The legacy of the Diary

Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan

Chapter 26 – Potion Making

The next week went by in a flurry of activity both for Hermione and for the rest of Hogwarts. The students became more excited as Hallowe’en approached and many began designing charms for costumes and pranks to play on one another. The halls were filled with squeals of delight and the smell of cooking pumpkins.

But Hallowe’en meant only one thing for Hermione and Severus and they both planned to be well prepared. Both had spent an inordinate amount of time in potions preparation. Hermione trying to brew the most powerful and accurate batch of veritaserum she had ever made and Severus working on a potion which he could give to Hermione on Saturday night.

He wanted her to be conscious but compliant, he wanted to dull her senses and calm her fears while giving her sensuality and bravery and anything else that would make the threesome easier for her whilst not arousing suspicion from Lucius. At the same time it wouldn’t hurt to throw something in the pot that would give him the advantage over his rival. The task kept him in the dungeons most evenings and he produced a variety of multicoloured potions which he tested on a collection of rats and toads confiscated from students.
He finally settled on a glittering purple concoction which he decanted into a tiny glass phial.

He wasn’t sure what her views on the ‘duel’ were and she had not talked to him all week, but equally she had not been out of the castle and he knew that Lucius had not been on the scene. He wondered where he stood with her though and was not prepared to take any chances.

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The freshly prepared veritaserum sat in a stoppered and wax sealed potion bottle in Hermione’s room as she prepared herself for the evening. Having left the feast in the great hall she had removed her teacher’s robes, washed her hair and charmed away stray hairs from her body. Bathed and moisturised and now applied the simplest of makeup to her fresh face.

What should she wear? Hell – why was she worrying? – It was them that were fighting over her!

In the end she opted for a simple dark green dress with a scooped neckline and buttons all the way to the hem – just an inch or two above her ankle.

She laid the dress on her bed and, naked, walked across to her lingerie chest. From the top drawer she selected a black satin balcony bra, then from the second drawer she pulled out a pair of black stockings and a suspender belt.
Finally she opened the lower drawer and looked at the folded cotton and lace underwear. She had not worn knickers all week and had secretly loved it. She loved the feeling of the air against her skin and the constant feeling of mild arousal it gave her. Tonight it would be no different and she closed the drawer again.
A few minutes later she was dressed and sitting at her dressing table staring at herself in the mirror. What was she doing? She could feel her heart thumping in her chest. Eventually she rose and slipped her feet into a pair of high heels, threw her cloak around her shoulders. Finally picking up the bottle of veritaserum and her wand, she left the safety and seclusion of her room.


As she walked through the echoing corridors of Hogwarts she could hear the party, now in full swing in the Great Hall. Dumbledore had not seemed too concerned when Severus had asked to retire early from the occasion and had then positively glowed when she had followed suit. Interfering old fool she had thought. He had no idea what was going on in his own school.


She hesitated outside the Room of Requirement, no doubt Severus would have set the room up so she had no need to walk past the room, willing it to appear a certain way. Gingerly she turned the door handle and pushed open the heavy oak door and stepped inside.

The room was almost identical to the chamber Lucius had prepared for her a few short weeks ago. The room in which he had planned to seduce her, but which Severus had commandeered. The bed seemed bigger, but again was covered in the silkiest black sheets with inky drapes hanging at each corner of the bed, like waterfalls falling from an enchanted sky above. There was no moon, but stars twinkled and a slight breeze added to the illusion of being outdoors.

Hermione slipped off her cloak, folded it and hung it over a chair, making sure the bottle of veritaserum was safely stowed. It was clear that she was the first to arrive and she wondered how long it would be before her ‘companions’ joined her.

She sat down on a black velvet chaise longue but realised after only a few seconds that she was too nervous to merely sit and wait and instead decided to occupy herself by fully exploring the room. She wanted no surprises tonight.

The blackness in the room made it hard to discern the walls, but they were there, behind candles floating in mid air. Hermione weaved her way between and beneath the hovering lights, trailing her finger along the cold, black granite wall until she came to the doorway to the bathroom. She stepped inside and scanned it for evidence of anything unusual. It was all as before and the thought comforted her.

Relaxing a little she walked back into the main part of the room in time to see Severus enter.
He took her breath away. For once it seemed Severus had made a real effort, his silky black hair freshly washed, hung perfectly around his alabaster face. As he took off his outer robe, Hermione observed his clothes beneath. His usual cassock style three quarter length black garment over closely fitting trousers and black leather ankle boots.

She went to him and as he bent to kiss her she reached up with her face, taking in the mingling scents of Galbanum and Geranium, strengthening, whilst at the same time relaxing and nurturing. He had thought carefully about this and no doubt he had brewed more than one potion for tonight. This was confirmed when their lips met and Hermione could feel an explosion in her mouth send electricity to every extremity. He reached round her waist and pulled her closer to him kissing her deeply, probing every corner of her soul as he felt his way around her mouth. This was going to be some night.

Suddenly he broke away and spoke for the first time.

“We don’t have much time, Malfoy will be here soon.” He reached into a pocket and pulled out a tiny phial. “Here, take this, it’s what we talked about, it will help.”

“But Severus…” Hermione began, taking the phial from Severus and looking at it anxiously.

“Quickly, Hermione – go and get yourself ready.” He gestured to the bathroom door and Hermione obediently turned and left the bedroom.

Get yourself ready? She thought, Does he not think I am dressed well enough for this or something? She looked at herself defiantly in the mirror then looked down at the phial, the viscous purple liquid glistened in the candlelight. I’ll show him, I don’t need a potion to get me through tonight.

She pulled the tiny cork from the phial and passed it under her nose. A heady aroma hit her, filling her with a sense of euphoria. Nardostachys jatamansi? Cnanga Odorata? Thymus vulgaris? Her potions brain tried to discern the ingredients as her subconscious began to lift the phail to her lips.

NO! She must not take it! Gathering her senses again she poured the contents of the phial away and splashed a little water onto her face, pinched her cheeks and bit her lips to plump them and bring out wanton colour.

Undoing the top three buttons of her dress she hade her way back out into the room to where Severus had already removed his cassock and stood in trousers, boots and bare chest. Hermione made her way over to him and surveying her flushed face and undone buttons he gave her a wry smile.

“Fast acting isn’t it?”

“Yes, my darling.”

Hermione continued to advance unblinking towards Severus and like a woman possessed reached for his face, one hand swept fingers through his hair and held the back of his head while the other cradled his jaw as she brought her mouth down onto his hungrily. Excellent, thought Severus.

Their passion, however was interrupted by a cutting voice from the doorway behind them.

“Now, now, now! Not starting without me are you?”

Lucius had arrived.