You Promised It Would Be Forever - Edit

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Chapter 33 ~ Making Plans

After Sybil fled the Great Hall, Albus hung back a bit to give the witch time to dress and collect herself. Then he left the hall, accompanied by Professor Flitwick, and headed for the North Tower. He found the door warded as he suspected it would be, and after one or two tries, let himself into Sybil's room.

The witch was beside herself, wailing that she didn't know what happened, and that she had to leave Hogwarts. Obviously she had a glass or two of sherry before making her decision. Albus wasn't sure what happened, but knew magic had been afoot. After trying to talk to the distraught witch, Albus mercifully stunned her as Flitwick combed her room, searching for anything that might have caused her bizarre behavior.

He found nothing.

Albus discreetly entered the stunned witch's mind and saw her attack on Hermione, as well as her stint as a dragonfly, and Severus' rather animated attempt at killing her. He was rather shocked at this. He knew immediately that his Potions Master had something to do with the incident in the Great Hall. But since he could find no solid evidence to the fact, and Sybil's attack on the Spells Mistress had gone unreported, as well as Severus' attempt at murdering the transformed witch, he had to let it go. He was a bit relieved about it really. Some sacking would have definitely been in order.

He obliviated Trelawney's memory about the entire naked incident, and left the witch sprawled in her bed to recover. The Headmaster sent a self-destructing memo to his staff members telling them not to mention the incident at all. As far as the students were concerned, they might laugh or grimace about the incident, but it was very unlikely they would actually bring up what happened with the witch to her face. Sybil would be fine. He left the memories of Hermione transforming her into a dragonfly and Severus trying to kill her however, in the hopes that the witch would finally get the message that Hermione was not a witch to be trifled with and his Potions Master was in no shape, way or form interested in the Divination teacher.

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Hermione made quite a stir when she arrived at breakfast with her wedding band on. Severus refused to let her take it off, despite her argument that they were not yet married. The witch and wizard were ogled quite thoroughly as the staff noticed the symbols of love and eternity wrapped around their fingers. Albus' eyes twinkled particularly brightly, and he waited impatiently in his office for the couple to come to him. As he suspected, Hermione's night out with Lord Hornswallow had given the Potions Master the push he needed.

Hermione and Severus had made love all night long, and both were looking a bit tired as they lit into their breakfast. Both had healthy sized meals of eggs, sausage and pancakes, which was totally consumed. Good thing it was Saturday. They would have never made it through classes.

Midway through breakfast, Hermione was suddenly surprised by the arrival of a great golden owl, wearing the crest of one Lord Hornswallow. It carried a long thin package. Hermione removed the package and gave the owl a nice bit of sausage. It swallowed the savory meat down, hooted a thank you and took off, presumably to return to Percival's Manor.

Both Hermione and Severus looked at the package, the Potions Master scowling as he did so. Lord Hornswallow certainly didn't waste any time.

Hermione quickly unwrapped the package, exclaiming as she saw the lodestone wand the wizard had sent her. A small placard read: A gift for a lovely witch. Enjoy. P.H.

"Oh, how thoughtful!" Hermione said, smiling and examining the wand which was about the girth of a broomstick, without stain or polish. It had been sanded smooth however and was almost bone colored.

"What is that?" Severus asked her, frowning," "It looks like a stripped tree limb.

"It's a lodestone wand," Hermione said, dying to try it out.

Severus frowned down at it for a moment, then said, "A wand, eh? I will have to write Lord Hornswallow and thank him for the lovely wedding present."

He returned to his breakfast

"Umm hmm," Hermione agreed absently as she stroked the thick wand appreciatively, completely unaware that most of the male students and a couple of staff members were staring at her.

Feeling eyes on them, Severus looked up scowling to see quite a few glassy eyed students staring up at him. He looked over at Hermione. The witch was caressing the shaft of the thick wooden wand, staring down at it, her lips parted, the tip of her tongue slightly extended. She had no idea how erotic she looked as she gave the wand the equivalent of a hand job in front of the entire student body.

Severus leaned over to her, smirking slightly.

"Hermione, unless you want every male student in the Great Hall to have to return to their houses to change their trousers, I suggest you stop rubbing that wand," he said in a low voice.

Hermione looked up into a few dozen pairs of lust-glazed eyes and flushed horribly, quickly wrapping the wand back up.

"Severus! Why didn't you tell me?" she hissed at him, hurriedly picking up her fork in order to do something normal with her hands.

"I did tell you," the wizard said, still smirking.

For the rest of that week, Hermione's small hands had the starring role in many young wizards' fantasies. A few of the older ones as well, Flitwick among them. He had a thing for small hands after all.

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"Congratulations!" Albus cried, rising from behind his desk, walking around it and enfolding the couple in a great crushing hug.

Hermione almost couldn't breath as she was squished against the Headmaster thin but sturdy frame, and Severus was about to lose his air supply as the crook of Albus' elbow squeezed his neck tightly. Thankfully, the hug only lasted about ten seconds. Albus released them.

"Thank you, Headmaster," Severus rasped, rubbing his throat.

"Yes, thank you," Hermione wheezed as she gasped for air.

Albus sat back down, beaming at the couple as they each took a chair.

"Finally, all is as it should be," he said, his blue eyes twinkling.

"You worked at it hard enough, you old meddler," Severus said under his breath.

Hermione nudged the wizard with her elbow, glaring at him.

"Did you say something, Severus?" the Headmaster said, his smiling broadening. He had heard the Potions Master and was tickled the wizard knew he had been outmaneuvered from the first.

"Ah…no," Severus replied, his black eyes shifting to Hermione, who had her arms folded and her brow furrowed. She relaxed when he answered in the negative.

"Did you enjoy your night out with Lord Hornswallow, Hermione?" Albus asked, rubbing the final rock cake that broke the back of the Potions Master's indecision squarely in his face.

"It was fun," Hermione said, as Severus scowled.

"Tell me about it," Albus said.

Hermione looked at Severus hesitatingly. Damn, he was going to get so jealous about this. But the Headmaster wanted to know, so Hermione began to tell him and really got into it, saying how she was served the largest lobster she had ever seen, laughing about Percival sending to America for a Big Mac, fries and a Coke from a certain store and all the dancing they did.

Albus exclaimed and laughed along with her, as Severus' scowl got blacker and blacker.

Finally when they finished reliving Hermione's first night out, Severus said, "Of course you know, Headmaster, you are going to have to find another Ambassador. My wife will not be escorting any wizards about other than me."

Severus looked down his nose at Hermione.

"And you will have just as much, or more fun with me as you did with Lord Hogswallow," he said darkly.

Severus meant it too. He had been leafing through a muggle paper and found out there was a new amusement park with horrendous rides with equally horrendous names such as. "The Circle of Death," "Crash and Burn," and even one named "Don't Go on That"

An outing there ought to flush Hermione's little cheeks. The Potions Master grinned wickedly.

"That's Hornswallow, Severus," Hermione corrected him.

Severus shrugged.

"Whatever," he replied. "Now Albus, about our upcoming wedding…"

Albus held up his hand.

"I think I have an even better idea than a wedding, Severus. I've done some poking about on my own…" he began.

Severus folded his arms.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" the Potions Master growled.

Hermione nudged him again with her elbow.

"Shhh Severus," she said, "tell us, Headmaster…what is this idea?"

Albus told them.

"You really think that could be done, Albus?" Hermione asked, using the Headmaster's first name in her excitement.

"I don't see why not, Hermione. On Monday morning we will all go down to the Ministry and see about it," the Headmaster smiled at her.

"Oh Severus!" Hermione said, flinging her arms around the wizard and kissing him soundly. "Oh Severus, that would be wonderful, wouldn't it?"

Severus looked at Albus consideringly.

"Yes, yes it really would Hermione," he said, holding the witch gingerly as she wriggled in his arms. She had climbed into his chair in her enthusiasm, and Albus was grinning, watching the couple. Severus finally managed to plant her back in her own chair.

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Severus was in a black mood for the rest of the weekend. Because of their renewed commitment, Hermione insisted they not engage in sex or even sleep together until their marriage vows had been renewed, which should be Monday.

"It's only two days, Severus and for gods sake…we fucked so much last night I'm surprised you still have any skin left on your cock. Surely you can hold out until Monday night," Hermione said, her hands on her hips as she looked at the scowling wizard.

Try as he might, Severus couldn't get the witch to budge on the issue. As a matter of fact, she kicked him out of her rooms, saying that they should spend as much time apart as possible in the next two days, so it would be even better when they came together on their honeymoon night.

Now Severus sat in front of the fireplace in his study sullenly. Yes, they had fucked a lot the night before, but that wasn't the point. He just wanted to sleep with her. They didn't have to do anything.

The little voice in his head said, "You're lying, Severus."

"Shut up," the Potions Master muttered as he sipped his pumpkin juice.

Severus began to think about their honeymoon night. How could he make it special? Going to the Ministry was hardly going to be romantic. Then it clicked. Of course.

"Eli? Eli come to me," Severus said, concentrating on the house elf.

There was a small pop, and a smiling, bowing Eli appeared in front of him.

"I is here, Master. How may I serves you?" the elf said excitedly.

"Eli, how would you like to get out of the kitchens for a while?" the Potions Master said, "Actually off of Hogwarts grounds?"

The elf bobbed up and down excitedly.

"Eli has not left Hogwarts in many years, sir. Many, many years. It would be good to leaves, sir," the elf squeaked, dancing about.

"Well, it would involve a lot of hard work. It may be too much for you," the Potions Master said, not realizing he had insulted the elf by implying he could not do all the work assigned to him.

Eli did his best not to glower. It was unseemly to glower at one's Master. But Severus could tell the elf was displeased as he drew up his little form to his full height.

"Eli can complete any work, sir. I is a good house elf," the elf said evenly. "The more work, sir, the better it is."

Severus arched an eyebrow at the little creature.

"All right, Eli," Severus said. "Wait here."

"Yes sir," the elf said, still a bit indignant.

Severus went to his top desk drawer and withdrew a small pensieve. He carried it back over to the armchair, set it on the small table then drew out his wand. Eli walked over to watch his Master as the wizard looked thoughtful for a moment, then began to extract a number of long silver strands from his head, and depositing them into the pensieve.

Severus then stuck his finger into the bowl to look at his own memories. He added a few more strands, then checked the pensieve again. Satisfied, he looked at Eli.

"I need you to reproduce this, Eli, in two days" he said, gesturing to the pensieve. The elf stuck his long, clawed finger into the pensieve, his ears flicking back and forth as he viewed it. He pulled his finger out and looked at Severus excitedly.

"Yes, Eli can do this!" the elf said, "Lots of hard work like Eli likes!"

"All right, Eli. This is the service I need you to do. Do you need me to tell you…" Severus began.

Eli held up a clawed hand to stop the Potions Master.

"Eli knows, sir," he said. "We is bonded. What Master knows, Eli knows. Eli keeps all his Master's secrets. I goes now, sir."

With that, the elf winked out.

Severus sat back in his chair, then looked down at the table. The pensieve still sat there. Didn't the elf need it? Probably not. The creature said whatever Severus knew, he knew. It was a bit unsettling to know the house elf was so connected to him. The Potions Master had a lot of secrets…but a house elf would never reveal them for any reason, even if threatened with torture and death.

Severus looked thoughtful. If Eli could pull this off in two days he was truly amazing. Severus flicked his wand at the pensieve, clearing the contents. He stood up, picked up the bowl and returned it to his desk drawer, then looked at the stack of parchments on his desk. He might as well get to them. It would occupy him for a couple of hours anyway.

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Hermione was curled up in the armchair, reading. The book was entitled, "One Hundred and One Ways to Please Your Wizard," written by a popular sex author who wrote under the pen name of "O. R. Gasm"

She furrowed her brow and twisted the book nearly upside down.

"How the hell is she doing that?" Hermione muttered.

Then, "Ow. That looks like it hurts a bit too much. Severus would probably love to get me twisted like that. Shit."

After a while, Hermione put the book down, deciding she would have to be a contortionist to do the things the book suggested.

She looked down at her ring.

"I'm going to be Hermione Jane Snape…again," she breathed, then let her head drop back against the back of the armchair, closing her eyes, "And this time we aren't walking into marriage blind…"

Suddenly Hermione's amber eyes flicked open. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled a slow, sexy smile.

She knew what she would do for Severus on their wedding night.

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A/N: Hm. Why are they going to the Ministry? What could possibly be better than a wedding? Lol to Severus wanting to thank Percival for the wedding present and Hermione giving it a hand job in front of the students. And Sybil? Ah well, Albus did what he could. And what's up with the honeymoon night? Sounds interesting. Anyway, please review.