#4 ~ The \"Up Against the Wall\" Wars
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A Fateful Morning
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine.
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Chapter 26 ~ A Fateful Morning
Hermione had been as good as her word. She wasted no time in letting Severus know the depth of her love for him. He now lay with her sleeping peacefully on his chest, his cock throbbing with the recent memory of the Gryffindor’s passion. She had mounted him this time, and rode him into ecstasy, claiming her love for him so sweetly he thought his heart would burst, and when he flipped her, and dove into her soft body with all the built up passion he contained, he too proclaimed his love over and over as he stroked her into an earth-shattering orgasm. She was crying when she came, he had never before told her he loved her while possessing her, and the combination of his passionate declarations and force of his cock driving into her proved to be almost too much for the young witch, and she exploded mind, body and soul, shuddering and coming so violently that Severus feared for her, gathering her to his breast, rocking her, smoothing her hair and murmuring soothing words until she stilled, falling into an exhausted sleep.
This is what he wanted her to remember, if he should die tomorrow, and she found herself alone. This last night of lovemaking when he declared his love for her in a way that she could never doubt, or ever forget. He would forever be her Potions Master.
Severus embraced her sleeping form a little tighter, breathing in the sweet jasmine of her hair. She sighed and shifted against him, warm, alive and his. Draco would never have her as long as he drew breath.
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In the morning, Hermione woke up on top of Severus, who was sleeping deeply. “One more time,” she thought as she sat up on top of him and gently ran her hand down his chest, his abdomen, and his cock, which instantly hardened. He stirred, his dark eyes opening slowly and looked up at the vision of beauty straddling him. Her eyes were soft as she looked down at him. He thought he might be dreaming. She adjusted herself.
“Tell me you love me, Severus,” she whispered, sliding over him, and shuddering with pleasure as he filled her, “tell me you will always love me.”
And he did, over and over.
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In the bowels of the earth under Malfoy Manor, twelve deatheaters grumbled as Draco finished explaining what he needed of them. Annadale’s lifeless body lay sprawled behind them, naked on the mattress in a puddle of caked blood, already cold. Her sightless eyes were open and staring into eternity. She had received her reward.
“But Draco,” protested one deatheater, “Floppy hats?”
“And muggle caps” Draco said, sneering, “As well as brightly colored robes. Some of you will have to pass as witches, the floppy hats and dark glasses will disguise you properly.”
The deatheaters groaned. They thought that revenge would be more dignified.
Draco frowned at the dissenting men. “Look, you are going to gather flowers, for gods sake. You can’t wear deatheater garb to pick flowers. You have to blend in. I’ll transform your clothing when the time comes.”
He pulled out the itinerary. “They are to arrive at the gardens at two-thirty. Knowing that chit Granger, they will be exactly on time. So we will begin arriving at two o’clock, staggering our entry, paying separately and browsing the gardens, pretending to be selecting flowers. You will be given pruning shears, use them if you can. There will also be tools scattered about that can serve as weapons. Does everyone have their knives?”
The deatheaters all waved wicked looking daggers.
“Good. Now the attack will begin when I grab Granger and apparate with her. Snape will be livid and out to kill…try to overcome him and apparate him back here, if you can’t…kill him where he stands. Get close and attack him all at once, so he can’t draw his wand. If he does, I expect someone to accio it from his grip as soon as he withdraws it.”
He pointed at a deatheater with a prominent jawline. “Hawthorne, that will be your job. Stay back and watch for his wand. He’s quick so be on point.”
Hawthorne nodded. Draco continued.
“I’ll be able to keep Granger from drawing hers once I grab her around the arms. If we get her back here, we’ll have a little party. If we can get Snape here too, it will be a better party. Now line up.”
The twelve deatheaters lined up, jostling each other in the process, and Draco transformed their robes to light colors, florals and silks. Masks were transformed to big floppy hats and baseball caps. Different types of sunglasses were passed out by a quivering Leaf Ear, who looked sadly on the dead body of the Miss he had met at the door the night before.
Draco stepped back and looked at his handiwork. They all looked like a bunch of pansies, perfect flower pickers. They would blend right in.
He pointed his wand at himself, transforming his robes into white jeans, and a sky blue cotton shirt. He transformed a stray piece of parchment on the floor into a baseball cap that read “Bad Boy” and picked it up as Leaf Ear approached him, offering a pair of Rayband glasses. Absently, Draco passed the elf his cap.
“Hold this,” he said as he tried on the glasses.
A broad smile creased the house-elf’s face. “Thank you, Master!” he squealed, then popped away from the House of Malfoy forever.
Draco realized too late that he had given the little elf clothes. “Damn it!” he screamed, throwing the glasses down.
The room went silent as Draco pulled out his wand, and searching for something to hex, pointed it at the body of Annadale, transforming her into a stone, which he then grabbed and flung through the disillusioned doorway leading into the maze passageway. He spun on the deatheaters.
“Make sure you’re all fucking ready!” he yelled, storming from the room.
The gaily dressed deatheaters looked at themselves and one another helplessly. They never dreamed Glory in the name of the Dark Lord would look like this.
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Leaf Ear reappeared outside Snape Manor. He knew Eli lived here, and it was Leaf Ear who convinced the other house-elves at Malfoy Manor to reveal Voldemort’s plan to Eli, who then gave the information to his Master, who gave it to the great Dumbledore, who let the house-elves fight in the Final Battle. Of course, Leaf Ear could not fight as his master Lucius Malfoy, was a deatheater. He was glad when that master died. But then his son was just as wicked and cruel, often beating elves for no other reason than he was angry about something unrelated to them. And he killed, so many muggles, witches and wizards. And kept those bad deatheaters below the mansion. And killed the Miss last night. He was very bad and cruel.
But now he was free, and no longer had to keep his master’s secrets. He knew the Snape was good to house-elves and Draco meant to kill him and a witch. Leaf Ear knew the Snape let the house-elves fight by telling Dumbledore. And he knew Eli loved the Snape, and would be upset if his master died. Leaf Ear hoped to serve the house that Eli served, with a kind master. He wanted to serve the Snape. He hopped up the steps to the Manor’s front door, then thought about it, and headed around back, to the servant’s entrance. He had to see Eli, and tell what he knew.
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A/N: House-elves to the rescue? That would be very cool, don’t you think? Thanks for reading and reviewing. It is much appreciated.
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Chapter 26 ~ A Fateful Morning
Hermione had been as good as her word. She wasted no time in letting Severus know the depth of her love for him. He now lay with her sleeping peacefully on his chest, his cock throbbing with the recent memory of the Gryffindor’s passion. She had mounted him this time, and rode him into ecstasy, claiming her love for him so sweetly he thought his heart would burst, and when he flipped her, and dove into her soft body with all the built up passion he contained, he too proclaimed his love over and over as he stroked her into an earth-shattering orgasm. She was crying when she came, he had never before told her he loved her while possessing her, and the combination of his passionate declarations and force of his cock driving into her proved to be almost too much for the young witch, and she exploded mind, body and soul, shuddering and coming so violently that Severus feared for her, gathering her to his breast, rocking her, smoothing her hair and murmuring soothing words until she stilled, falling into an exhausted sleep.
This is what he wanted her to remember, if he should die tomorrow, and she found herself alone. This last night of lovemaking when he declared his love for her in a way that she could never doubt, or ever forget. He would forever be her Potions Master.
Severus embraced her sleeping form a little tighter, breathing in the sweet jasmine of her hair. She sighed and shifted against him, warm, alive and his. Draco would never have her as long as he drew breath.
*****************************
In the morning, Hermione woke up on top of Severus, who was sleeping deeply. “One more time,” she thought as she sat up on top of him and gently ran her hand down his chest, his abdomen, and his cock, which instantly hardened. He stirred, his dark eyes opening slowly and looked up at the vision of beauty straddling him. Her eyes were soft as she looked down at him. He thought he might be dreaming. She adjusted herself.
“Tell me you love me, Severus,” she whispered, sliding over him, and shuddering with pleasure as he filled her, “tell me you will always love me.”
And he did, over and over.
***************************
In the bowels of the earth under Malfoy Manor, twelve deatheaters grumbled as Draco finished explaining what he needed of them. Annadale’s lifeless body lay sprawled behind them, naked on the mattress in a puddle of caked blood, already cold. Her sightless eyes were open and staring into eternity. She had received her reward.
“But Draco,” protested one deatheater, “Floppy hats?”
“And muggle caps” Draco said, sneering, “As well as brightly colored robes. Some of you will have to pass as witches, the floppy hats and dark glasses will disguise you properly.”
The deatheaters groaned. They thought that revenge would be more dignified.
Draco frowned at the dissenting men. “Look, you are going to gather flowers, for gods sake. You can’t wear deatheater garb to pick flowers. You have to blend in. I’ll transform your clothing when the time comes.”
He pulled out the itinerary. “They are to arrive at the gardens at two-thirty. Knowing that chit Granger, they will be exactly on time. So we will begin arriving at two o’clock, staggering our entry, paying separately and browsing the gardens, pretending to be selecting flowers. You will be given pruning shears, use them if you can. There will also be tools scattered about that can serve as weapons. Does everyone have their knives?”
The deatheaters all waved wicked looking daggers.
“Good. Now the attack will begin when I grab Granger and apparate with her. Snape will be livid and out to kill…try to overcome him and apparate him back here, if you can’t…kill him where he stands. Get close and attack him all at once, so he can’t draw his wand. If he does, I expect someone to accio it from his grip as soon as he withdraws it.”
He pointed at a deatheater with a prominent jawline. “Hawthorne, that will be your job. Stay back and watch for his wand. He’s quick so be on point.”
Hawthorne nodded. Draco continued.
“I’ll be able to keep Granger from drawing hers once I grab her around the arms. If we get her back here, we’ll have a little party. If we can get Snape here too, it will be a better party. Now line up.”
The twelve deatheaters lined up, jostling each other in the process, and Draco transformed their robes to light colors, florals and silks. Masks were transformed to big floppy hats and baseball caps. Different types of sunglasses were passed out by a quivering Leaf Ear, who looked sadly on the dead body of the Miss he had met at the door the night before.
Draco stepped back and looked at his handiwork. They all looked like a bunch of pansies, perfect flower pickers. They would blend right in.
He pointed his wand at himself, transforming his robes into white jeans, and a sky blue cotton shirt. He transformed a stray piece of parchment on the floor into a baseball cap that read “Bad Boy” and picked it up as Leaf Ear approached him, offering a pair of Rayband glasses. Absently, Draco passed the elf his cap.
“Hold this,” he said as he tried on the glasses.
A broad smile creased the house-elf’s face. “Thank you, Master!” he squealed, then popped away from the House of Malfoy forever.
Draco realized too late that he had given the little elf clothes. “Damn it!” he screamed, throwing the glasses down.
The room went silent as Draco pulled out his wand, and searching for something to hex, pointed it at the body of Annadale, transforming her into a stone, which he then grabbed and flung through the disillusioned doorway leading into the maze passageway. He spun on the deatheaters.
“Make sure you’re all fucking ready!” he yelled, storming from the room.
The gaily dressed deatheaters looked at themselves and one another helplessly. They never dreamed Glory in the name of the Dark Lord would look like this.
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Leaf Ear reappeared outside Snape Manor. He knew Eli lived here, and it was Leaf Ear who convinced the other house-elves at Malfoy Manor to reveal Voldemort’s plan to Eli, who then gave the information to his Master, who gave it to the great Dumbledore, who let the house-elves fight in the Final Battle. Of course, Leaf Ear could not fight as his master Lucius Malfoy, was a deatheater. He was glad when that master died. But then his son was just as wicked and cruel, often beating elves for no other reason than he was angry about something unrelated to them. And he killed, so many muggles, witches and wizards. And kept those bad deatheaters below the mansion. And killed the Miss last night. He was very bad and cruel.
But now he was free, and no longer had to keep his master’s secrets. He knew the Snape was good to house-elves and Draco meant to kill him and a witch. Leaf Ear knew the Snape let the house-elves fight by telling Dumbledore. And he knew Eli loved the Snape, and would be upset if his master died. Leaf Ear hoped to serve the house that Eli served, with a kind master. He wanted to serve the Snape. He hopped up the steps to the Manor’s front door, then thought about it, and headed around back, to the servant’s entrance. He had to see Eli, and tell what he knew.
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A/N: House-elves to the rescue? That would be very cool, don’t you think? Thanks for reading and reviewing. It is much appreciated.