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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
32
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20,790
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261
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1
Currently Reading:
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The Dragon is Summoned
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR (except Marcus Delaluci). All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 31 ~ The Dragon is Summoned
Life for Hermione, Severus and Marcus returned to normal. The blonde wizard made no attempt to talk with the Potions Master and his wife. As far as Marcus was concerned, the journey to the astral plane was an adventure that was over. He wouldn’t pretend there was a friendship where none existed. He played his role, and Alistar was dead, truly dead. His mission was accomplished.
Marcus had taken his mother and father’s photo out of the book jacket, and put it in a frame. It now sat on his desk in the DA office. From time to time he would look at it, and smile. He continued to teach the Dark Arts class, the first teacher to pass the one year mark in a long, long time. Either the curse was broken, or he was just too cursed for it to affect him. He was a favorite among the students, particularly the seventh year girls. As much as of a dog as he was, and as tempting and nubile as they were, he kept a strict cocks-off policy concerning them. He was sorely tried however…finding them waiting for him in his office, bright-eyed and willing, or trying to get detentions with him so they could be alone to make their moves on him.
One evening after supper, he returned to his office to find a rather nice-looking, dark-eyed and curvaceous Slytherin student reclining buck-naked on his desk, her legs spread, wantonly begging him to fuck her. That had been a tough one. He made her get dressed, gave her a month’s detention with Filch, reported the incident to the Headmaster for further action, if necessary, as well as to cover himself, and spent part of that evening engaged in a rather heated bout self-gratification. She had been hot. Once word got around that he would report any untoward incidents, the advances of the young women lessened significantly, to his great relief. If this had occurred when he was first hired at Hogwarts, Marcus probably would have indulged himself in all that ready young snatch, but…he had changed. It made him a little uncomfortable when he thought about it.
One morning at breakfast, about a month after destroying Alistar, Marcus was enjoying a meal of pancakes and sausages, when the morning owl post arrived. A rather large, snow white bird with long legs and a yellow bill landed in front of him and stuck out one thin leg as it plucked a sausage off his plate and swallowed it, the bulge sliding down its long neck. Marcus removed the rolled scroll, opened it and found it wasn’t parchment. It was plain brown paper. On it was a message that seemed written in berry juice, rather than ink. Marcus read it as the bird departed.
Dragon Man
I require your service today. Go to the Three Broomsticks tonight at seven-thirty and meet Endora. She will give you a port key. Dress for warm weather. No need to make arrangements for classes, you will not be staying long.
Cassandra
Marcus smiled, and tucked the message in his robes pocket. Cassandra required his services, did she? Well, he’d be more than happy to oblige her if the service was what he thought it might be. If he remembered properly, she had kissed him back on the astral plane. He grinned and finished his breakfast.
Down the table, Hermione had noticed the bird deliver the message to Marcus.
“That’s a cattle egret,” she said to Severus, as the bird flew away. Severus followed it with his eyes.
“So it is,” he said shortly, returning to his French toast.
“Aren’t you the least bit curious about him getting a message by cattle egret? A delivery by that kind of bird doesn’t happen often,” she pressed her husband. Severus sighed.
“No, I’m not curious,” he said. Then noting her expression, he added, “It’s probably from the Obeah woman. Cattle egrets live on the islands.”
Hermione nodded, remembering the powerful and beautiful black woman who rescued Marcus from his worst fear on the astral plane. Maybe she could do something about him. For him. Hermione returned to her breakfast thoughtfully.
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Marcus arrived at the Three Broomsticks at exactly seven-thirty. He was dressed in a yellow wifebeater and loose blue cotton pants. He thought he might as well look tropical. He looked around the inn. Madame Rosmerta spotted him and bustled over, smiling.
“I thought I’d never see you again, Professor,” she gushed, offering him her hand. Marcus kissed it absent-mindedly, scouring the inn for Endora. He didn’t see her. Madame Rosmerta’s blue eyes darkened a bit.
“Seems like you’re looking for someone,” she said, a little icily.
Marcus smiled at her. “Yes, I have an appointment with a friend of a friend,” he said.
“Oh,” Rosmerta said, warming again, “what’s his name? Maybe I can direct you to him.”
“Her name, is Endora,” Marcus said. Rosmerta’s eyes darkened again.
“Oh, her,” she said a little cattily. She pointed to a table in the far corner. “She’s right over there.” The innkeeper walked away a little stiffly. Marcus looked after her, puzzled. He looked at the table. There were three people sitting there, laughing and enjoying drinks. Two wizards and a pretty witch. He telescoped his vision just as the witch turned her head towards him. He recognized the beautiful hazel eyes.
“Endora?” he said in amazement, as he started over to the table.
“Marcus,” she shouted, waving him over animatedly. The two wizards looked at him appraisingly as he approached, as if trying to decide if he were a rival or not.
Marcus walked over to the table and stared down at the witch. She was looking mighty good. Her brown hair was wild and glistening, she wasn’t wearing glasses, she had on a touch of make-up and the set of green robes he had made for her. She looked…good. Very good.
“Wow,” Marcus said, “What happened to you?” She winked at him.
“Let’s just say I had a life-changing experience,” she grinned at him. Then he understood, and grinned back at her. She gestured toward the two wizards watching them.
“Marcus, this is Winston, and this is Charles. Acquaintances of mine,” she said as each wizard extended his hand to shake Marcus’.
“Well, I’m trying to be more than an acquaintance, Endora,” Winston said, his gray eyes looking at the witch hungrily. Endora laughed.
“So am I,” chimed in Charles, looking at the other wizard with more than a hint of exasperation.
“Now, no fighting,” Endora chided, waggling a manicured finger at the two men, “we can all be friends.” She looked down at her empty glass. “Oh my, my drink is finished,” she said. The two wizards almost fell over each other rushing to the bar to bring her another one. She smiled after them, then turned her eyes on Marcus.
“I want to thank you, for everything,” she said softly.
Marcus telescoped his eyes at her, “Endora, it was my pleasure, believe me.”
She smiled shyly, then started.
“Oh, I have something for you,” she said, pulling a bit of coconut out of her robes pocket. She handed it to him.
“To activate it, you have to say ‘breadfruit’. It will take you to Cassandra,” she said.
Marcus held the port key in his hand firmly.
“Thank you,” he said, looking down at it, then at the witch.
“You’re welcome,” Endora replied, then added, “You know, Cassandra really likes you. She doesn’t take to many men. You need to be patient though. She’s worth it.”
Marcus nodded, as the two wizards came back, each trying to reach the table first. Two drinks landed rather sloppily in front of Endora.
“Why, thank you boys,’ she purred. Both wizards grinned stupidly. Marcus rolled his eyes. She was learning quick. It seemed Endora had truly come into her own. He was glad for her. As he thought about the night he spent with the witch he looked at the two randy wizards. She could probably take them both on and be the last one standing. He grinned at the thought.
“Well, I’ll be going now, Endora,” he said, reaching down and taking her hand, bringing it to his lips. The two wizards took notes as Endora smiled at him.
“Okay. Enjoy your time on the island,” she said.
“I will,” Marcus replied. He turned, walked to the door of the inn, and was intercepted by the ample bosom of Madame Rosmerta. The rest of her too.
“Leaving so soon, Mr. Delaluci? I was hoping you could stay until I got off,” she said, grinning wickedly at the double entendre. Marcus kissed her hand again.
“I’m sorry, Rosmerta, I have a previous engagement…otherwise…” he telescoped his violet eyes at her, “I’d be happy to stay until you got off,” he said in a low, meaningful voice. Rosmerta almost swooned.
“See you soon, then?” she asked throatily, her heated blue eyes looking at him intently.
“In time, sweet lady,” Marcus replied. He kissed her on the cheek, and she flushed. He exited the inn.
He walked a little ways down the sidewalk, then looked down at the bit of coconut in his hand.
“Breadfruit,” he said.
The coconut glowed blue, and he disappeared.
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Ok. I meant it to be one more chapter, but decided to break it up into two, so I could get something posted. Really, the next chapter is the last. I promise! Endora’s certainly blossomed hasn’t she? Please review.
MEGAN: The reference is to an original character I created, who hasn’t actually been introduced into a story yet. She will be a rival for Severus’ affections. She’s a real piece of work. You can read about her in “Introducing Odessa Divine ~ File Cataloguer” By the way, she\'s an unregistered animagus with a special talent concerning her transformation. :::evil grin:::
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Chapter 31 ~ The Dragon is Summoned
Life for Hermione, Severus and Marcus returned to normal. The blonde wizard made no attempt to talk with the Potions Master and his wife. As far as Marcus was concerned, the journey to the astral plane was an adventure that was over. He wouldn’t pretend there was a friendship where none existed. He played his role, and Alistar was dead, truly dead. His mission was accomplished.
Marcus had taken his mother and father’s photo out of the book jacket, and put it in a frame. It now sat on his desk in the DA office. From time to time he would look at it, and smile. He continued to teach the Dark Arts class, the first teacher to pass the one year mark in a long, long time. Either the curse was broken, or he was just too cursed for it to affect him. He was a favorite among the students, particularly the seventh year girls. As much as of a dog as he was, and as tempting and nubile as they were, he kept a strict cocks-off policy concerning them. He was sorely tried however…finding them waiting for him in his office, bright-eyed and willing, or trying to get detentions with him so they could be alone to make their moves on him.
One evening after supper, he returned to his office to find a rather nice-looking, dark-eyed and curvaceous Slytherin student reclining buck-naked on his desk, her legs spread, wantonly begging him to fuck her. That had been a tough one. He made her get dressed, gave her a month’s detention with Filch, reported the incident to the Headmaster for further action, if necessary, as well as to cover himself, and spent part of that evening engaged in a rather heated bout self-gratification. She had been hot. Once word got around that he would report any untoward incidents, the advances of the young women lessened significantly, to his great relief. If this had occurred when he was first hired at Hogwarts, Marcus probably would have indulged himself in all that ready young snatch, but…he had changed. It made him a little uncomfortable when he thought about it.
One morning at breakfast, about a month after destroying Alistar, Marcus was enjoying a meal of pancakes and sausages, when the morning owl post arrived. A rather large, snow white bird with long legs and a yellow bill landed in front of him and stuck out one thin leg as it plucked a sausage off his plate and swallowed it, the bulge sliding down its long neck. Marcus removed the rolled scroll, opened it and found it wasn’t parchment. It was plain brown paper. On it was a message that seemed written in berry juice, rather than ink. Marcus read it as the bird departed.
Dragon Man
I require your service today. Go to the Three Broomsticks tonight at seven-thirty and meet Endora. She will give you a port key. Dress for warm weather. No need to make arrangements for classes, you will not be staying long.
Cassandra
Marcus smiled, and tucked the message in his robes pocket. Cassandra required his services, did she? Well, he’d be more than happy to oblige her if the service was what he thought it might be. If he remembered properly, she had kissed him back on the astral plane. He grinned and finished his breakfast.
Down the table, Hermione had noticed the bird deliver the message to Marcus.
“That’s a cattle egret,” she said to Severus, as the bird flew away. Severus followed it with his eyes.
“So it is,” he said shortly, returning to his French toast.
“Aren’t you the least bit curious about him getting a message by cattle egret? A delivery by that kind of bird doesn’t happen often,” she pressed her husband. Severus sighed.
“No, I’m not curious,” he said. Then noting her expression, he added, “It’s probably from the Obeah woman. Cattle egrets live on the islands.”
Hermione nodded, remembering the powerful and beautiful black woman who rescued Marcus from his worst fear on the astral plane. Maybe she could do something about him. For him. Hermione returned to her breakfast thoughtfully.
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Marcus arrived at the Three Broomsticks at exactly seven-thirty. He was dressed in a yellow wifebeater and loose blue cotton pants. He thought he might as well look tropical. He looked around the inn. Madame Rosmerta spotted him and bustled over, smiling.
“I thought I’d never see you again, Professor,” she gushed, offering him her hand. Marcus kissed it absent-mindedly, scouring the inn for Endora. He didn’t see her. Madame Rosmerta’s blue eyes darkened a bit.
“Seems like you’re looking for someone,” she said, a little icily.
Marcus smiled at her. “Yes, I have an appointment with a friend of a friend,” he said.
“Oh,” Rosmerta said, warming again, “what’s his name? Maybe I can direct you to him.”
“Her name, is Endora,” Marcus said. Rosmerta’s eyes darkened again.
“Oh, her,” she said a little cattily. She pointed to a table in the far corner. “She’s right over there.” The innkeeper walked away a little stiffly. Marcus looked after her, puzzled. He looked at the table. There were three people sitting there, laughing and enjoying drinks. Two wizards and a pretty witch. He telescoped his vision just as the witch turned her head towards him. He recognized the beautiful hazel eyes.
“Endora?” he said in amazement, as he started over to the table.
“Marcus,” she shouted, waving him over animatedly. The two wizards looked at him appraisingly as he approached, as if trying to decide if he were a rival or not.
Marcus walked over to the table and stared down at the witch. She was looking mighty good. Her brown hair was wild and glistening, she wasn’t wearing glasses, she had on a touch of make-up and the set of green robes he had made for her. She looked…good. Very good.
“Wow,” Marcus said, “What happened to you?” She winked at him.
“Let’s just say I had a life-changing experience,” she grinned at him. Then he understood, and grinned back at her. She gestured toward the two wizards watching them.
“Marcus, this is Winston, and this is Charles. Acquaintances of mine,” she said as each wizard extended his hand to shake Marcus’.
“Well, I’m trying to be more than an acquaintance, Endora,” Winston said, his gray eyes looking at the witch hungrily. Endora laughed.
“So am I,” chimed in Charles, looking at the other wizard with more than a hint of exasperation.
“Now, no fighting,” Endora chided, waggling a manicured finger at the two men, “we can all be friends.” She looked down at her empty glass. “Oh my, my drink is finished,” she said. The two wizards almost fell over each other rushing to the bar to bring her another one. She smiled after them, then turned her eyes on Marcus.
“I want to thank you, for everything,” she said softly.
Marcus telescoped his eyes at her, “Endora, it was my pleasure, believe me.”
She smiled shyly, then started.
“Oh, I have something for you,” she said, pulling a bit of coconut out of her robes pocket. She handed it to him.
“To activate it, you have to say ‘breadfruit’. It will take you to Cassandra,” she said.
Marcus held the port key in his hand firmly.
“Thank you,” he said, looking down at it, then at the witch.
“You’re welcome,” Endora replied, then added, “You know, Cassandra really likes you. She doesn’t take to many men. You need to be patient though. She’s worth it.”
Marcus nodded, as the two wizards came back, each trying to reach the table first. Two drinks landed rather sloppily in front of Endora.
“Why, thank you boys,’ she purred. Both wizards grinned stupidly. Marcus rolled his eyes. She was learning quick. It seemed Endora had truly come into her own. He was glad for her. As he thought about the night he spent with the witch he looked at the two randy wizards. She could probably take them both on and be the last one standing. He grinned at the thought.
“Well, I’ll be going now, Endora,” he said, reaching down and taking her hand, bringing it to his lips. The two wizards took notes as Endora smiled at him.
“Okay. Enjoy your time on the island,” she said.
“I will,” Marcus replied. He turned, walked to the door of the inn, and was intercepted by the ample bosom of Madame Rosmerta. The rest of her too.
“Leaving so soon, Mr. Delaluci? I was hoping you could stay until I got off,” she said, grinning wickedly at the double entendre. Marcus kissed her hand again.
“I’m sorry, Rosmerta, I have a previous engagement…otherwise…” he telescoped his violet eyes at her, “I’d be happy to stay until you got off,” he said in a low, meaningful voice. Rosmerta almost swooned.
“See you soon, then?” she asked throatily, her heated blue eyes looking at him intently.
“In time, sweet lady,” Marcus replied. He kissed her on the cheek, and she flushed. He exited the inn.
He walked a little ways down the sidewalk, then looked down at the bit of coconut in his hand.
“Breadfruit,” he said.
The coconut glowed blue, and he disappeared.
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Ok. I meant it to be one more chapter, but decided to break it up into two, so I could get something posted. Really, the next chapter is the last. I promise! Endora’s certainly blossomed hasn’t she? Please review.
MEGAN: The reference is to an original character I created, who hasn’t actually been introduced into a story yet. She will be a rival for Severus’ affections. She’s a real piece of work. You can read about her in “Introducing Odessa Divine ~ File Cataloguer” By the way, she\'s an unregistered animagus with a special talent concerning her transformation. :::evil grin:::