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A/N: Lies, Lemons and Little Pitchers with Big Ears. Enjoy :-D Blessings, Kait xxx


Chapter Twenty Nine
Dead Man Walking


Opportunity Squibs Office, Knockturn Alley, August 2010


“That bloody, greasy…GIT!”

Pansy suppressed the desire to howl with hysterical laughter, and looked directly at Ron Weasley, who was struggling ineffectually against her iron grip.

“He tried to kill me! Why? What the fuck have I done this time? That bloody overgrown bat’s already had my wand broken…”

His eyes narrowed, and his lip curled. “And now he’s stolen my girl…again. Right! Well, we’ll see about that…Professor SNAKE.”

Pansy blinked. This was perfect – she had outdone herself this time. If he got any more vitriolic she would be lying in a pool of acid on the Axminster. Adopting a passable imitation of a concerned friend, she loosened her grip on him with one hand, and patted him on the shoulder.

“Ronnie…I know you must be desolated – “

“Where the fuck has he taken her? Tell me NOW!” he spat, nearly drenching her.

“Don’t growl at the owl who delivers your howler, Ronnie darling. He’s taken her to Hogwarts, of course! So that they can continue where they left off…they’ve probably been planning it for years, I’m afraid to say.”

Pansy hid her smirk by pulling Ron towards her in a falsely affectionate hug. She rolled her eyes at Millicent, who ignored her.

“Dear Ronnie, I’m just so glad you are all right! When I heard about Snape’s plans, I rushed to your house, but – so sadly – all that was left of it was dust. However did you manage to escape?” cooed Pansy, loving every minute of her triumph.

“I dunno, Pansy. I woke up in the garden, covered in crap. I couldn’t move for ages…it was agony. I’ve got cuts and bruises all over me…went to Diagon Alley to get a drink to sort me out…then I found the photo in my pocket, and remembered about you two and your business in Knockturn Alley. Thought you might be able to help…somehow…” he trailed off, feeling uncertain for a moment. Perhaps he’d merely escaped the claws of the dragon only to end up in the belly of the basilisk.

“Of course we’ll help you, Ronni Pan Pansy trilled, and Ron looked relieved.

“You’ll help me get into Hogwarts, and kill Snape? Brilliant – “

“You can’t kill Se – Snape!” For a moment, Pansy was worried. If Ron killed Severus, then she, Pansy, would never have him! Shit. Shit, shit, shit. This obviously required some more thought, she decided.

“Why not? He tried to kill me!” Ron rounded on Pansy, and she took a step back, a little alarmed by his ferociousness. Perhaps her cunning plot had worked a little *too* well…

She recovered quickly, an idea popping into her head. “Darling Ronnie, I meant exactly what I said. You can’t kill Severus Snape, because…he’s a better Wizard than you are…and you don’t have a wand. Besides, it didn’t work last time, and that’s when you *did* have a wand! No,” she continued, warming to her idea. “What you have to do, is wait until you get your dear wife on her own. Then you can hurry her back here, to safety.”

“What if she doesn’t *want* to , Pa, Pansy? What if she wants to be with Snape?” Ron felt nauseous at the very idea.

“Then you must do what you must do, Ronnie dear,” Pansy said, solemnly. “She is your wife, after all. Yours, Ronnie. And no one else’s.”

He nodded, slowly, transfixed by her pale eyes.


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Gryffindor Common Room, Hogwarts, August 2010


In the warm firelight’s amber glow, Severus pulled the remaining pins from his lover’s hair, fanning it out around her naked shoulders, and buried his face in her neck.

Hermione luxuriated in the moment, shivering as his lips trailed sensuously over the skin of her neck and throat, gasping as he lightly nipped her shoulder with his teeth, listening to him growling softly against her creamy flesh.

She ran her hands over the taut, lean muscles on his shoulders, stroking the pale skin, then plunged them into his hair, feeling the silken ebony strands falling softly through her fingers. He turned his face up to gaze at hers, as she caressed the back of his neck, then in an instant he was claiming her lips in a desire-drenched kiss.

Severus had never felt so joyful as he lay…his skin against her skin…on the velvet cushions of the couch. Their bodies had each changed, somewhat, over the years, but their delight in each other had not.

Hermione was almost overcome with the sweetness of his mouth upon hers, of his long, artistic fingers caressing her…she moaned against his mouth as they slid along her skin towards her breast.

Severus felt her quiver as his fingers brushed over her nipple, and then cupped her full breast in one hand, feeling her flesh tighten in the middle of his palm. His mouth left hers, and began to move slowly downwa

“Oh, Severus…” she breathed, as his lips and tongue laid a trail of burning kisses along her neck, her throat, and then bent to her breast, suckling her nipple. He delighted in the moans and sighs that exploded from her as she squirmed beneath him.

“Hermione…so sweet,” he murmured in between kissing the curve under her left breast. One hand left her nipple to snake down her heated flesh, seductively stroking her belly with the back of his hand, then cupping the mound of dark, soft hair between her thighs, dipping into her, stroking lightly and rapidly the bud at the centre of her pleasure. Deeply moved by the luscious sensations coursing through her, Hermione threw her head back, unaware as she did so what wanton words were tumbling from her lips.

“Severus … I only ever … oh, gods … always wanted you … never … wanted anyone else … oh gods Severus please don’t stop … please don’t…pleasedon’tstop …ohhhhhhhhhh!”

Severus did as he was bid, completely in awe of her blissful abandonment. He was having difficulty in controlling his own desire, but it was such a delight for him to give her pleasure, after having brought her so much pain, that he focused entirely on the voluptuous curves of the woman in his arms.

Her cries grew louder, her breathing roughened, and Severus smoothly slid down her body, moving his face between her thighs, and replaced his hands with his mouth. Plunging his tongue into her, he heard her cry out in ecstasy a string of unintelligible words, followed by a long drawn out moan as she shuddered to a breathtaking climax…

Hermione could feel hear heart beating, throbbing in her head, pounding in her ears as she tumbled down from the giddy heights his fingers and lips and tongue had brought her to. A single tear rolled from the corner of her eye, disappearing into the tangle of her cinnamon hair. Sensitised, she was aware of his hands curled around her calves, his tongue moving lazily in and out of her slick depths. Her hips continued to twitch for a while as her body calmed down, and she spoke his name, her voice hoarse.

“Severus…”

“Mmmm,” he replied, still tonguing her heated flesh.

“I love you, Severus,” she almost sobbed.

“And I love you.”

They were silent for a while, and he rested his head upon her thigh, his breath stirring her curls. She reached down with one hand and brought it to his face.

“Will you take me to bed, Severus Snape?” she murmured.

“Hermione Granger, nothing would give me more pleasure,” he replied, his velvet voice turning her insides to liquid.

“Then let’s go, because I want to make love with you for the rest of the n,” s,” she said, simply, and he chuckled softly.

“I’d be a fool to refuse.”

“Then don’t be a fool.”

Together, they walked naked into the Head Girl’s Bedroom.


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Gryffindor Boy’s Dormitory, Hogwarts, August 2010


Robin twitched in his sleep.

(He could see a beautiful golden light before him, but there was a dark, thick hedge of thorns blocking his way. He couldn’t go round it…or under it…and when he reached out to touch the thicket, the thorns seemed to claw at him as if they were alive.

It was so beautiful, and nearer than it had ever been before…but the bushes were higher, too.)

He awoke, wet-fisted, and was gasping for a drink of water. His eyes focused on the mellow glow of the candle flame, and he relaxed. It was only a dream. He turned his pillow over, and laid back, the cool linen soothing his hot cheek.

It was no use. He was wide-awake. Sitting up again, he wished he could read something, to help him get back to sleep. But his own belongings were elsewhere.

Perhaps there was a book or two in the Common Room.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Robin made his way over to the stairwell.

And stopped in his tracks when he heard the raised voices.


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Professor Snape was shouting at Miss Granger. Miss Granger was shouting back. He couldn’t make out the words…should he go closer? Perhaps he could slink down the stairs really quietly…just to make sure there wasn’t going to be a fight. He wasn’t eavesdropping. No way. Just…checking everything was OK.

His conscience somewhat clearer, Robin padded silently down the stairs, the stone steps cold under his bare feet.

“Let me get this right, Hermione,” Professor Snape was saying, walking around the room. “Draco brings the baby Robin to Dumbledore, who leaves him in the care of that witless Miss Brown.”

Good gods! Professor Snape was talking about him! And Miss Granger was nodding…clever Miss Granger was agreeing with Professor Snape, so it must be true.

“There my son lives for the next ten years, right under my nose, during which time no one decides to acquaint me with that essential nugget of information. The child grows up, not knowing either of his parents…”

His son? He was Professor Snape’s son? Robin felt quite faint. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry…

Professor Snape wasn’t saying very nice things about Uncle Draco…or Lavender…

“Don’t you dare think for a minute that I am not as upset about this as you are…I’ve had just about enough of this interference in my life!”

Robin was having a little trouble with Miss Granger’s double negatives…but he thought he got it.

“Why? What possible reason could there be for doing this to me – to us? That bloody old man and his meddling entourage had better be able to explain this to my satisfaction, or I shall – “

“What’s that noise?”

Oh, pants.

A little scared, Robin backed up the stairs and dived into bed.

Professor Snape was his dad. Bloody hell.

He was never going to get any sleep now.

Robin considered sneaking back down the stairs, but something told him that wouldn’t be a good idea.

He’d once heard Uncle Draco and Lavender making the same sorts of noises…and…well…it had been a bit embarrassing for everyone.

Stuffing his fingers firmly in his ears, Robin got underneath the covers and hummed a little tune…and before long he was fast asleep again.