#4 ~ The \"Up Against the Wall\" Wars
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Rewriting History
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Chapter 32 ~ Rewriting History
Barnabas Cuffe, the editor of the Daily Prophet could not resist publishing Colin Creevey’s amazing pictures of the deatheater attack on the hero Severus Snape, and his paramour Hermione Granger. It was news, and what news it was, since the whole incident had been covered up by the Ministry. Over the past couple of years, the Daily Prophet had lost readership because of the Ministry’s obvious influence over it. The wizarding newspaper had almost gone out of business when it was discovered Harry Potter had been telling the truth about Voldemort all along, and the Prophet had been holding the Ministry line that the boy was insane.
Cuffe knew the Ministry would be furious, but he was a newspaperman after all, and his business was the news, to put people in the know. And he needed to get the Prophet’s public respect as a reliable newspaper back. So he published a two page spread of selectively chosen photos, showing Draco Malfoy attacking Hermione, Hermione kicking Draco in the ass, and less bloody ones of Snape battling deatheaters. There weren’t many of those however. He also chose the photo of Eli blasting the deatheater away from Severus. The photo of the dead Draco was too disturbing to publish.
The coup de grace of the spread was the photo of Severus and Hermione engaged in a very passionate kiss, which fired the imagination of every witch in the wizarding world, and turned Severus into an instant sex god.
Severus was up to his neck in amorous letters from witches who had the hots for him, and Hermione was up to her neck in hate mail from these same witches, who up to this point conceded Severus was a hero, but never thought of him in a sexual way…until his passion was displayed for the whole wizarding world to see. Most held to the view that a mudblood was not good enough for him, and a few letters contained hexes and curses intended to activate the moment she opened them. Hermione developed a charm to warn her when a letter was potentially dangerous, and disposed of it immediately.
She also received letters from wizards who wanted to be dominated by her, much to her amusement. These letters Severus blasted into bits, even going so far as to visit one particularly amorous chap, who sent three owls a day containing explicit descriptions of what twisted acts he would like Hermione to perform on him, and letting him know in no uncertain and painful terms, that the muggle-born witch was his. The letters stopped immediately.
Once, in Hogsmeade, while having a pumpkin juice at the Three Broomsticks after a morning of book browsing, Hermione was accosted by three angry witches, who wanted to ‘discuss’ her ending her relationship with Professor Severus Snape, making him available for ‘proper’ witches. It was the first and last time such a thing occurred. Severus sent Madame Rosmerta ample payment for the resulting damages, along with his apologies.
Eventually both he and Hermione had to send a list of acceptable correspondence to the Owl Post Office, to stop the unwanted messages from being delivered.
The Prophet’s photo display was followed for weeks by articles about the Ministry’s hiding of vital information from the public, and there was an investigation by the Wizengamot which resulted in the removal of Minister Fudge and several high-ranking Department heads from the Ministry. Fudge’s acceptance of monies from Draco Malfoy was the main reason he was discharged. Most of that money never made it to the Ministry coiffures, so Fudge also faced a multitude of charges, among them, receiving bribes from a known deatheater, and misuse of Ministry influence. He received three years in Azkaban for his complicity.
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Hermione and Severus sat in the armchairs in front of the fireplace in the Potions Master’s study. Severus was indulging in a firewhiskey, and Hermione was drinking a good wine. She was on her third glass, and Severus was watching her out of the corner of his eye, a little smirk on his face.
“Severus?” she asked in a slightly giddy voice.
“Yes, Hermione?” Severus replied, dying to hear whatever it was she was going to ask him after consuming three glasses of wine, rapid-fire. He had warded everything securely, even doubling the silencing spell.
“Remember that wizard who kept writing me about dominating him?” she asked.
“Yes,” Severus said, scowling at the memory.
She sat up in the chair and leaned toward him.
“Have you ever wanted me to dominate you?” she asked, her eyebrows raised quizzically as she sipped her wine.
He looked at her darkly.
“No. I am a dominator, not a dominatee. I do like you aggressive, but have no desire to have you spank me or put a clamp on my balls. Being dominated is your little preference,” he replied, “a preference I happen to take a certain delight in.”
“You have sadistic tendencies, don’t you?” she asked, her amber eyes catching the firelight and glittering. Severus felt a familiar throb beneath his robes. He lifted his glass of firewhiskey and studied it.
“I suppose I do. I enjoy terrorizing my students, and putting idiots firmly in their place. My sadistic tendencies toward you however are limited to fucking you into screaming, writhing convulsions of pleasure. It satisfies me greatly.”
Hermione considered him…she was getting very hot, very quickly. And it wasn’t just the wine.
“Why?” she asked.
“Why what?” Severus replied, looking at her.
“Why do you suppose fucking me like that satisfies you?”
He took a sip of his drink, then sat it down on the small table between them. He leaned forward, meeting her eye to eye.
“Because, Hermione, you are the most challenging, headstrong and brilliant witch I know. You are logical and focused on the acquisition of knowledge above all else. Even I only borrow you from that primary goal. The idea of taking all the thoughts that are constantly rolling around in your mind away from you, and filling it with nothing but passion for me is thrilling, an accomplishment. It makes me feel powerful to be able to do that. Powerful and blessed. There is no one else on this earth who can make that magnificent mind of yours stop functioning. And the fact that you desire this from me, and me alone, want me to physically possess your body as completely as I can and reduce you to a mindless, quivering, screaming puddle of pleasure is an aphrodisiac that never goes away. Every time I touch you, taste you, fuck you my desire renews itself. I am satisfied, but I always hunger for the next possession, the next thieving of your mind. I know that you need me, powerfully. It could be your need for such a complete possession is the way your body deals with all the mental activity in your brain, it needs to rest from it, but you never can shut it off on your own. So you require release, need to shut your mind down. I click that off switch for you, and fulfilling your need makes me feel whole. And that, my love, makes me want, need and love you in return.”
“Women give sex for love, and men give love for sex,” she murmured, her eyes unfocusing.
“It would seem so,” Severus said distantly, considering her response. Talking about his physical attraction for her had given him a serious erection, and his cock was tenting his robes in a most noticeable way. He wanted to get inside her. Badly.
“Have you ever wanted to take me by force?” she asked, positively dripping now as she looked at her dark-eyed lover. She wanted him to fuck her, but the conversation was doing things to her that felt so damn good. It was verbal foreplay, sending throbs of desire throughout her body just as powerfully as if he were touching her. Just a little more…
“Yes,” he admitted. “but just to feel you resist me, then give in to me. One of the things I miss is watching you fight your urges, and making you admit them, then experiencing that sense of triumph when you are seduced and open up to me. Gods, I lose myself then.”
Memories of unmercifully battering her delicious body against the wall of her flat flooded back to him. He leaned forward uncomfortably, his cock nudging into his belly.
“You want to fuck me now, don’t you Severus?” Hermione asked, watching him. Their conversation had a sobering effect on her. But she was wet and ready…yet had an idea to please him.”
“Yes. Very badly, Hermione.” he answered as his swollen cock thrummed with need.
She set her empty wineglass on the table, and stood up.
“We can role-play, “ she said, looking at him hungrily.
“Role-play?” Severus asked, very, very interested.
“Yes. I can pretend I am the innocent, but dying-to-fuck-you young witch, and you can be the evil, lusty Potions Master who is intent on making me fuck him…
“Like history repeating itself,” Severus said, intrigued.
“Yes, but this time you won’t have to show the restraint you did when I really was a student. You can act out the things that went through your mind. I know you must have thought about breaking the rules. I remember you saying you wanted to fuck me over the windowsill in the corridor…but you couldn’t. You had to wait. Now, you can replay it…differently.”
“Do you still have your uniform?” he asked, hopefully.
“I can recreate it. Tell you what, it’s late. Let’s go to the Room of Requirement and kick out whatever students are shagging in there, and do this right,” Hermione said, a lustful smile on her face that made him want to come right there under his robes.
“Yes,” he breathed, rising from the chair and running his cool, pale hand down her cheek, his eyes burning into hers, “Let’s do it.”
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A/N: A delicious idea, don’t you think? Please read and review, I’m a little tired and your responses will help me continue this tonight. Juicy lemons ahead though…I promise you.
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Chapter 32 ~ Rewriting History
Barnabas Cuffe, the editor of the Daily Prophet could not resist publishing Colin Creevey’s amazing pictures of the deatheater attack on the hero Severus Snape, and his paramour Hermione Granger. It was news, and what news it was, since the whole incident had been covered up by the Ministry. Over the past couple of years, the Daily Prophet had lost readership because of the Ministry’s obvious influence over it. The wizarding newspaper had almost gone out of business when it was discovered Harry Potter had been telling the truth about Voldemort all along, and the Prophet had been holding the Ministry line that the boy was insane.
Cuffe knew the Ministry would be furious, but he was a newspaperman after all, and his business was the news, to put people in the know. And he needed to get the Prophet’s public respect as a reliable newspaper back. So he published a two page spread of selectively chosen photos, showing Draco Malfoy attacking Hermione, Hermione kicking Draco in the ass, and less bloody ones of Snape battling deatheaters. There weren’t many of those however. He also chose the photo of Eli blasting the deatheater away from Severus. The photo of the dead Draco was too disturbing to publish.
The coup de grace of the spread was the photo of Severus and Hermione engaged in a very passionate kiss, which fired the imagination of every witch in the wizarding world, and turned Severus into an instant sex god.
Severus was up to his neck in amorous letters from witches who had the hots for him, and Hermione was up to her neck in hate mail from these same witches, who up to this point conceded Severus was a hero, but never thought of him in a sexual way…until his passion was displayed for the whole wizarding world to see. Most held to the view that a mudblood was not good enough for him, and a few letters contained hexes and curses intended to activate the moment she opened them. Hermione developed a charm to warn her when a letter was potentially dangerous, and disposed of it immediately.
She also received letters from wizards who wanted to be dominated by her, much to her amusement. These letters Severus blasted into bits, even going so far as to visit one particularly amorous chap, who sent three owls a day containing explicit descriptions of what twisted acts he would like Hermione to perform on him, and letting him know in no uncertain and painful terms, that the muggle-born witch was his. The letters stopped immediately.
Once, in Hogsmeade, while having a pumpkin juice at the Three Broomsticks after a morning of book browsing, Hermione was accosted by three angry witches, who wanted to ‘discuss’ her ending her relationship with Professor Severus Snape, making him available for ‘proper’ witches. It was the first and last time such a thing occurred. Severus sent Madame Rosmerta ample payment for the resulting damages, along with his apologies.
Eventually both he and Hermione had to send a list of acceptable correspondence to the Owl Post Office, to stop the unwanted messages from being delivered.
The Prophet’s photo display was followed for weeks by articles about the Ministry’s hiding of vital information from the public, and there was an investigation by the Wizengamot which resulted in the removal of Minister Fudge and several high-ranking Department heads from the Ministry. Fudge’s acceptance of monies from Draco Malfoy was the main reason he was discharged. Most of that money never made it to the Ministry coiffures, so Fudge also faced a multitude of charges, among them, receiving bribes from a known deatheater, and misuse of Ministry influence. He received three years in Azkaban for his complicity.
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Hermione and Severus sat in the armchairs in front of the fireplace in the Potions Master’s study. Severus was indulging in a firewhiskey, and Hermione was drinking a good wine. She was on her third glass, and Severus was watching her out of the corner of his eye, a little smirk on his face.
“Severus?” she asked in a slightly giddy voice.
“Yes, Hermione?” Severus replied, dying to hear whatever it was she was going to ask him after consuming three glasses of wine, rapid-fire. He had warded everything securely, even doubling the silencing spell.
“Remember that wizard who kept writing me about dominating him?” she asked.
“Yes,” Severus said, scowling at the memory.
She sat up in the chair and leaned toward him.
“Have you ever wanted me to dominate you?” she asked, her eyebrows raised quizzically as she sipped her wine.
He looked at her darkly.
“No. I am a dominator, not a dominatee. I do like you aggressive, but have no desire to have you spank me or put a clamp on my balls. Being dominated is your little preference,” he replied, “a preference I happen to take a certain delight in.”
“You have sadistic tendencies, don’t you?” she asked, her amber eyes catching the firelight and glittering. Severus felt a familiar throb beneath his robes. He lifted his glass of firewhiskey and studied it.
“I suppose I do. I enjoy terrorizing my students, and putting idiots firmly in their place. My sadistic tendencies toward you however are limited to fucking you into screaming, writhing convulsions of pleasure. It satisfies me greatly.”
Hermione considered him…she was getting very hot, very quickly. And it wasn’t just the wine.
“Why?” she asked.
“Why what?” Severus replied, looking at her.
“Why do you suppose fucking me like that satisfies you?”
He took a sip of his drink, then sat it down on the small table between them. He leaned forward, meeting her eye to eye.
“Because, Hermione, you are the most challenging, headstrong and brilliant witch I know. You are logical and focused on the acquisition of knowledge above all else. Even I only borrow you from that primary goal. The idea of taking all the thoughts that are constantly rolling around in your mind away from you, and filling it with nothing but passion for me is thrilling, an accomplishment. It makes me feel powerful to be able to do that. Powerful and blessed. There is no one else on this earth who can make that magnificent mind of yours stop functioning. And the fact that you desire this from me, and me alone, want me to physically possess your body as completely as I can and reduce you to a mindless, quivering, screaming puddle of pleasure is an aphrodisiac that never goes away. Every time I touch you, taste you, fuck you my desire renews itself. I am satisfied, but I always hunger for the next possession, the next thieving of your mind. I know that you need me, powerfully. It could be your need for such a complete possession is the way your body deals with all the mental activity in your brain, it needs to rest from it, but you never can shut it off on your own. So you require release, need to shut your mind down. I click that off switch for you, and fulfilling your need makes me feel whole. And that, my love, makes me want, need and love you in return.”
“Women give sex for love, and men give love for sex,” she murmured, her eyes unfocusing.
“It would seem so,” Severus said distantly, considering her response. Talking about his physical attraction for her had given him a serious erection, and his cock was tenting his robes in a most noticeable way. He wanted to get inside her. Badly.
“Have you ever wanted to take me by force?” she asked, positively dripping now as she looked at her dark-eyed lover. She wanted him to fuck her, but the conversation was doing things to her that felt so damn good. It was verbal foreplay, sending throbs of desire throughout her body just as powerfully as if he were touching her. Just a little more…
“Yes,” he admitted. “but just to feel you resist me, then give in to me. One of the things I miss is watching you fight your urges, and making you admit them, then experiencing that sense of triumph when you are seduced and open up to me. Gods, I lose myself then.”
Memories of unmercifully battering her delicious body against the wall of her flat flooded back to him. He leaned forward uncomfortably, his cock nudging into his belly.
“You want to fuck me now, don’t you Severus?” Hermione asked, watching him. Their conversation had a sobering effect on her. But she was wet and ready…yet had an idea to please him.”
“Yes. Very badly, Hermione.” he answered as his swollen cock thrummed with need.
She set her empty wineglass on the table, and stood up.
“We can role-play, “ she said, looking at him hungrily.
“Role-play?” Severus asked, very, very interested.
“Yes. I can pretend I am the innocent, but dying-to-fuck-you young witch, and you can be the evil, lusty Potions Master who is intent on making me fuck him…
“Like history repeating itself,” Severus said, intrigued.
“Yes, but this time you won’t have to show the restraint you did when I really was a student. You can act out the things that went through your mind. I know you must have thought about breaking the rules. I remember you saying you wanted to fuck me over the windowsill in the corridor…but you couldn’t. You had to wait. Now, you can replay it…differently.”
“Do you still have your uniform?” he asked, hopefully.
“I can recreate it. Tell you what, it’s late. Let’s go to the Room of Requirement and kick out whatever students are shagging in there, and do this right,” Hermione said, a lustful smile on her face that made him want to come right there under his robes.
“Yes,” he breathed, rising from the chair and running his cool, pale hand down her cheek, his eyes burning into hers, “Let’s do it.”
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A/N: A delicious idea, don’t you think? Please read and review, I’m a little tired and your responses will help me continue this tonight. Juicy lemons ahead though…I promise you.