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Chapter 26 ~ Hogwarts' Newest Ambassador

Severus and Hermione renewed their relationship as lovers, and as Severus expected it became the talk of Hogwarts for a time. Teachers and students alike all had an opinion, though generally the students were completely squicked at the idea of the pretty Spells Mistress shagging the dour Potions Master, the divorce not quite as important to them as to the adults.

His and Hermione's peers were less than forgiving of the witch. She had done something that went against tradition, broken a sacred vow between witch and wizard. Good thing the wizarding world had no laws about excommunication. If left to the choice of most others, Hermione would have been banished back to the muggle world, where such atrocities were common practice. And for Severus to become involved with her again…well, he was either spelled or crazy.

Sybil went with the "spelled" theory and actually approached Dumbledore, asking that an investigation be done. The witch had to have developed a spell similar to the "Imperious curse" to have the Potions Master's nose so wide open for her.

Albus had actually laughed, which made the Divination's professor turn bright red with fury.

"Headmaster, this is serious. We have to get Severus out of that witch's clutches," Sybil demanded.

"Sybil," Albus said evenly, "Severus is not spelled. What happened between him and Hermione never should have occurred. Ideally, they should have remained married. The fact that Severus has returned to Hermione's 'clutches' as you put it, has nothing to do with him being spelled. He still has feelings for the witch and is acting on them."

"But she divorced him!" Sybil said, "Surely he can't have forgiven her for bringing such shame on him."

"Apparently he has, Sybil. And you do well to remember that. The Potions Master wouldn't take kindly to you spreading the lie that Hermione has used dark magic on him. You are setting yourself up for a good, hard, tongue-lashing from the wizard," Albus replied.

The old wizard couldn't help shuddering at the heat that filled Sybil's eyes when he made that statement.

"And not that kind of tongue-lashing, Sybil. Now, please leave my office," the Headmaster said, still shuddering as the witch stalked out.

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Severus was quite pleased with their arrangement. Hermione was as loving and accessible as she was when they first became lovers, and soon they were conducting themselves as they used to, walking to meals together and sitting next to each other at the staff table. She was quickly building up her stamina as well, and there were many pleasant nights spent twisting her into various positions and pounding into her delicious little body with delighted abandon.

There was only one thing that bothered the wizard. He would frequently catch Hermione with a sad, faraway look in her eyes…but she would always pretend she didn't know what he was talking about when he asked her what was wrong. There was a sadness to the witch, though she claimed to be happy.

Several weeks into their new relationship, Albus summoned Hermione to his office. When she walked in, Albus smiled at her broadly and asked her to take a seat.

"Hermione, first let me compliment you on how well you are doing with your Spells Theory class. The students are already clamoring for the sign up sheets for the next half term classes. That is absolutely extraordinary," he beamed at the witch.

Hermione smiled.

"Thank you Headmaster. I love teaching them too. It's nice when pupils are truly interested in a subject," Hermione said, thinking this was the reason Albus sent for her.

Albus smiled back at her for a moment.

"Now, as you know Hermione, it is important that we be supportive of our school, and each do our part to make sure it runs smoothly. And not just with students," he said.

"Of course, Headmaster," she agreed.

"I'm glad you understand that because I am going to need you to serve in another capacity as well as Spells Mistress, but I feel you will enjoy it," the Headmaster said.

Curious, Hermione's eyebrow rose. Another capacity?

"What is it, Headmaster?" Hermione asked him.

"Hermione, you are young, intelligent and single. You will make the perfect ambassador of Good Will for our school when important wizards come to visit us. Your duties will be to accompany them to dinner, shows and other activities the school arranges for their entertainment," the old wizard said, his eyes twinkling. "In other words, you will make sure they have a good time. Marcus Delaluci will be the Ambassador for the witches."

Marcus? Oh good gods. Hermione hoped the Headmaster had an idea of what Marcus considered having a good time with witches was, or Hogwarts would have quite a scandal on its hands. The wizard was infamous for his many conquests. He was always on the prowl.

Hermione paused. Severus. Great Merlin's Beard. He would have bugbears over this.

"Um, Headmaster," Hermione ventured, "Couldn't someone else handle this duty?'

Albus' brows drew down for a moment.

"Let's be honest, Hermione. Most of our female staff members are a little past their prime or else married. Most of the wizards you will be accompanying are philanthropists, who donate large amounts of galleons to Hogwarts. They deserve the best we have. And in my opinion, you are an excellent representative of our school, and a most attractive one. So you are the ambassador," the Headmaster said with finality.

And that was that.

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"What?" Severus roared, his face terrible, "You have to do what?"

"Show the wizards a good time," Hermione said, quailing under the Potions Master's rage. She was sitting in one of the armchairs in his study, and he was standing in front of the fireplace, snarling down at her.

"What kind of a good time?" he demanded.

Hermione scowled at Severus.

"I assure you, Severus…it won't be as good a time as I show you," she said evenly.

Severus glowered at her then started pacing back and forth, rubbing his brow, his robes billowing. Then he stopped and looked at her.

"I don't like the idea of you gadding about with other wizards," he fumed, "Albus should know better."

"The Headmaster is only doing what he thinks is best for the school," Hermione argued.

Severus frowned at her.

"But why you?" he asked her furiously.

"Because I am young, intelligent and single. All the other female staff members are either married or a bit past their prime. The wizards are, for the most part, philanthropists who donate money to the school. I'm supposed to help them enjoy themselves by going out to dinner, shows or whatever other activities the Headmaster arranges," she said.

Severus mulled this over. Not only was she supposed to basically date other wizards, they were wealthy wizards.

"I forbid it! I absolutely forbid it Hermione!" he stormed.

Hermione swallowed. Severus was beside himself with jealously. A jealous Severus could be a very vengeful Severus.

"You can't forbid it, Severus. It's my duty. I didn't choose this, but whatever the Headmaster assigns me to do for the school, I have to do," she said quietly, hoping to calm him.

Severus stalked over to the floo and grabbed a handful of floo powder out of the box.

"Well, we'll just see about that," he hissed, throwing the powder into the floo, "The Headmaster's office."

The flames turned green. Severus turned to Hermione, his eyes glinting.

"You wait here until I get back. Don't make me come looking for you," he seethed. Then he stepped through the flames.

Hermione blinked at the fireplace for a few moments. Then the witch stood up and started doing some limbering up stretches. No matter how Severus' meeting turned out with Dumbledore, he was going to come back and fuck the shit out of her…so she might as well get ready.

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Albus was sitting at his desk when Severus blew through the floo, looking absolutely murderous. The Headmaster looked up at him and smiled pleasantly. He'd been expecting him.

"Hello Severus, what can I do for you this evening?" he asked his Potions Master.

Severus plopped down heavily in the armchair in front of Dumbledore's desk.

"Albus, what is this nonsense about Hermione serving as some sort of ambassador for wealthy wizards?" he asked the Headmaster, using his first name as he was wont to do when discussing personal matters.

Albus looked at him evenly.

"I assure you it is not nonsense, Severus. We need an ambassador, and Hermione is perfect for the job. She's lovely, single and good company. She can discuss a variety of subjects intelligently, and if necessary state Hogwarts cause in a way that will be beneficial. We need to put our best forward concerning these wizards, Severus. And Hermione is our best," he said with finality.

Severus' mouth worked silently for a moment.

"But she's mine," he said hoarsely. "I don't want her around other wizards in that kind of setting, Albus. Dinner, dancing, things of that sort."

Severus didn't want to say he was afraid one of those wealthy wizards might woo the witch away from him. But Albus knew that's what the wizard was thinking.

"If she's truly yours, Severus, then you have nothing to worry about," the Headmaster said, his eyes twinkling. "She's just going to accompany them to a couple of activities. It's not like she's going to marry any of them."

Severus looked up at him shocked.

The Headmaster grinned inwardly.

"Severus, my boy, I'm sorry but my decision to have Hermione serve as Hogwarts' ambassador stands. You will just have to deal with your feelings of jealousy the best way you can. If she does meet a potential husband among these wizards, then it was something meant to be," he said, sealing the deal.

Severus stared at Albus as if he didn't see him.

"Actually, Hermione's first assignment will be Friday night. She will be accompanying Lord Percival Hornswallow the 2nd to the rather exclusive Bee's Knee's Club for dinner and dancing. Formal dress. Lord Hornswallow contributes rather heavily to Hogwarts. He is an alumni of Slytherin house," Albus said.

"Is he married?" Severus asked.

"No, he is considered one of the wizarding world's most eligible bachelors," Albus replied. "Quite a witch's wizard, I understand. But I am almost positive his attentions toward Hermione will be that of a well-mannered guest to a charming hostess. He has impeccable manners."

Severus growled audibly. It was all Albus could do not to laugh out loud. The Potions Master rose.

Albus stuck in the final knife, giving it a twist.

"You will give her the message, won't you Severus?" he asked the Potions Master.

Severus looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"Oh, I'll give her the message all right, Headmaster," he said in a dangerous voice, then without another word to Albus, he threw some floo powder into the fireplace, gave his destination and stepped through the floo.

Albus shook his head. What Severus' final statement implied was not lost on him. Hermione was probably in for a long night. Gods, she was a tough little witch.

The Headmaster had tried to contact Severus via the floo one night, and the couple had warded the study but not the bedroom. Albus heard Hermione shrieking. Thinking something amiss the Headmaster stepped through the floo and rushed to the bedroom. He stopped in the doorway, realizing that Hermione wasn't being assaulted…in a manner of speaking.

The couple never saw him, but he saw them and winced. His Potions Master had the witch folded under him and was riding her petite body as if possessed, driving into her unmercifully. Albus backed up, shook his head and stepped back through the floo, wondering how Hermione survived the wizard in one piece. He had never seen anything like it. Next time Albus saw Severus, he delicately told the wizard that he should be sure to ward his floo if he wanted truly private time.

But good gods, the wizard was an animal.

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When she heard the fireplace make the familiar "foomph" sound that heralded someone entering, Hermione quickly jumped back into the armchair, trying to look as if she had patiently waited there the whole time.

Severus stepped through and looked at her, his black eyes somber.

"You have a date with Lord Percival Hornswallow the 2nd this coming Friday," he said rather tonelessly, "You will be accompanying him to the Bee's Knee's Club for dinner and dancing. It will be formal."

"Dancing?" Hermione said excitedly, unwisely smiling, "I haven't been dancing in years!"

Then her eyes fell on the silent Potions Master. His jaw was clenched and there was a slight tick in his cheek. Suddenly he lunged for her, catching her by her arm and yanking her against him. He kissed her possessively, sucking her tongue into his mouth and tangling it in his own roughly. Hermione felt him quickly harden against her belly. He pulled back from her mouth.

"You love to dance, witch? Let's dance, then," Severus growled at her, sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her into his bedroom.

The Potions Master tossed Hermione into his bed on her back so she bounced, pulled out his wand and divestoed all her clothing as well as his own. His eyes had a wild light in them as he looked down on the witch. For some reason, Hermione tried to scramble out of the bottom part of the bed, but Severus was too fast for her.

"Oh no you don't, little rabbit," he hissed, throwing himself into the bed and catching her by the thigh, pulling her back towards him.

They tussled for a moment until the Potions Master got her on her back again and climbed on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. Despite trying to escape him and fighting him, Hermione was burning up with desire. This had served as their foreplay.

Without ceremony Severus slid his huge cock into her to the hilt, the witch gasping under him as his black eyes glittered down at her.

"I just want to remind you, Hermione," he said dangerously, "that you are involved…very…very…very involved with me. You be sure to tell your 'date' that."

He stroked her hard on the "verys," causing her to cry out from his power.

Severus stared down at the panting witch expectantly. She realized he expected an answer from her.

"Yes, Severus. I'll be sure to tell him," Hermione said softly.

"You do that," the Potions Master growled, "Now let's dance, witch. We'll start with the 'Horizontal Lambada.'"

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A/N: Daaaaamn Albus. You got poor Hermione in a world of trouble with the Potions Master, not that she probably didn't enjoy it. Still, you've got to hand it to Albus…he is a master at putting shit in the game. :::fanning self:::: Severus is sooo hot. Lol. Please review.