A Maid in the Devil's Manor
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Bring Me a Potions Master
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Chapter 36 ~ Bring Me a Potions Master
House elves weren’t on Hermione’s list of favorite creatures this morning, and Severus had a time convincing her to at least try working with the kitchen elves, but finally she consented to trying them out.
Eli collected about fifteen of the most skilled elves from the kitchens and brought them to the lower rooms, where they spent about ten minutes bowing and cringing before Severus was able to get them to concentrate on what he was showing them. He explained how important it was that the flesh of the plant not be cut along with the removal of the waxy coating.
The elves watched him carefully. When he was finished, one by one they approached the sample plant and peeled away the waxy substance perfectly. Not one single elf cut into the plant flesh. Hermione looked on amazed.
“I didn’t know they were so skilled or such quick learners,” she said.
“House elves are very adept at learning, and quite competent. Once they are shown how to do something, they work at it until they excel. Now the elves and I can go about collecting the wax and you are free to work on the concentration process,” Severus said, picking up a scalpel.
Hermione didn’t need to be told twice. She buttoned her lab coat. Severus, the elves and the entire wizarding world faded to the background as she threw herself into the work. She had a theory that if the fly had landed in a more concentrated form of the pitcher wax it may have survived. That was her focus today.
As Severus and the elves slowly filled pan after sterilized pan with waxy shavings, Hermione flitted around the lab so quickly, there seemed to be two of her. Severus looked up at her from time to time. Her hair was beginning to slip out of its neat bun, and her amber eyes had the familiar mad look they took on when she was totally absorbed. His mind idly drifted back to breakfast this morning. If he hadn’t seen the house elf when he did, he probably would have swept the table clear and initially taken Hermione right on the veranda. Of course, they would have found a bed eventually.
Looking at her now, focused and intent on the slow dripping distillery, notepad in hand, scribbling as she frowned over some puzzlement, it was almost impossible to believe this was the same woman who gave him such a look of desire and need this morning. Now, she was all detached intelligence and focus. He could strip buck naked, perform a bouncy bump and grind, and she’d probably just tell him “don’t knock anything over with that.”
But that is one of the things that intrigued him about Hermione. That her senses could be so completely consumed by her focus. When she came to him, and he claimed her body, her wanted her to treat him like a Work. He wanted to be all she could see, feel, taste, scent and hear. A new discovery she could conduct delicious experiments on. She could take him apart layer by layer until she discovered who he was beneath it all.
Severus looked down at the plant he was scraping, making sure he was not going too deep as he mused over Hermione. What she described to him under the influence of Eli’s enhancement had excited him greatly. Was the elf correct? Was the image she saw the real desire she has burning deep inside her? Did she really want him to fuck her until she screamed his name? He hoped so, and hoped she wouldn’t continue to hold back much longer. He was longing to hear his name slip from between her lips while he took every inch of her.
He watched her move about the lab, and couldn’t help but give a thin smile at the scene he witnessed last night when she was so livid at Eli. She was like an artist in temperament. She could not be safely approached while in work mode, which was actually her creative mode. She was subject to throwing tantrums like any other diva when irritated, or interrupted. She was such a passionate little witch in the everyday; he could only imagine what she was like during intimacy.
Hermione walked over to him, looking at her notepad. He looked down at it. There were a number of squiggles and do dads. Almost like spell symbols but not quite. Some shorthand she had concocted no doubt.
She looked up at him and said, “Severus, you have just had another hat added to our association. You are now not only my patron, but a co-creator. My calculations show I am not going to be able to use this substance as a spell or charm. We can probably enhance it with spells and/or charms, but the deterrent itself will have to have a physical application. It will have to be a solution that is either drunk or a salve that is applied. In other words, a potion,” she said, putting her small hand on his arm.
Severus looked at Hermione, a bit stunned as she continued.
“I’ll have to test it for toxicity. If it is toxic, then the deterrent will have to be in the form of a cream or salve. I hope it isn’t. I would like a deterrent that could be swallowed and become effective instantly for a set period of time. Severus, you are going to have to put your skills to this and find a base that will not cause the wax to loose its properties, but promote quick absorption. I am fair at potions, but you are the Potions Master. You have to help me.”
Severus felt his jaw drop. This was more than he had ever dared hoped for. He had been content to let Hermione develop the defense on her own, and claim the credit for the actual work, but now he would be involved, and remembered for the discovery as well, not just a supporter. He would actively be part of its creation, be considered the “Father of the Killing Curse cure”. So many lives and generations would be saved now and always. And his hand will have been in it. If that wasn’t redemption, what was?
Yes, people would remember his service to the Dark Lord still, but they would see his part in developing the Avada Kedavra cure as his redeeming factor. History would focus on that aspect of his life. He too would be considered an icon. He took a deep breath. He had survived for a reason after all.
Severus looked at the little witch staring up at him, and for a moment he felt he as if he should just go ahead and satisfy her urge for release. Just pick her up, carry her to her bedroom and fuck her until she saw stars to reward her for bringing this opportunity to restore his soul to him. So what if she hadn’t admitted she wanted him? She would accept him. He had no doubt that she would enjoy him.
He caught himself. No. He wanted more. But still he was elated. He kissed her lightly on the lips, containing himself, holding back the flood of emotion that threatened to wash over him. He was the Potions Master. Cold, controlled. He had to maintain that demeanor.
“I will be honored to do it, Hermione,” he said a little hoarsely.
Hermione had no idea how her few words had made hope, and more than hope flare in the Potions Master’s heart. She had no idea how close she had come to being delightfully ravished because of it.
“Thank you,” he whispered, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips.
Hermione looked up at him, puzzled.
“For what, Severus?” she asked.
“For a true chance at redemption,” he said…his eyes meeting hers.
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A/N: All right. We are going to get this cure/deterrent out the way. But what I am looking forward to is their having to register and demonstrate it before the Min…oops. Did I just dangle a tidbit? Gasp. :::shaking head::: ah well. Please ignore the slip. (right) Please review. ;P
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Chapter 36 ~ Bring Me a Potions Master
House elves weren’t on Hermione’s list of favorite creatures this morning, and Severus had a time convincing her to at least try working with the kitchen elves, but finally she consented to trying them out.
Eli collected about fifteen of the most skilled elves from the kitchens and brought them to the lower rooms, where they spent about ten minutes bowing and cringing before Severus was able to get them to concentrate on what he was showing them. He explained how important it was that the flesh of the plant not be cut along with the removal of the waxy coating.
The elves watched him carefully. When he was finished, one by one they approached the sample plant and peeled away the waxy substance perfectly. Not one single elf cut into the plant flesh. Hermione looked on amazed.
“I didn’t know they were so skilled or such quick learners,” she said.
“House elves are very adept at learning, and quite competent. Once they are shown how to do something, they work at it until they excel. Now the elves and I can go about collecting the wax and you are free to work on the concentration process,” Severus said, picking up a scalpel.
Hermione didn’t need to be told twice. She buttoned her lab coat. Severus, the elves and the entire wizarding world faded to the background as she threw herself into the work. She had a theory that if the fly had landed in a more concentrated form of the pitcher wax it may have survived. That was her focus today.
As Severus and the elves slowly filled pan after sterilized pan with waxy shavings, Hermione flitted around the lab so quickly, there seemed to be two of her. Severus looked up at her from time to time. Her hair was beginning to slip out of its neat bun, and her amber eyes had the familiar mad look they took on when she was totally absorbed. His mind idly drifted back to breakfast this morning. If he hadn’t seen the house elf when he did, he probably would have swept the table clear and initially taken Hermione right on the veranda. Of course, they would have found a bed eventually.
Looking at her now, focused and intent on the slow dripping distillery, notepad in hand, scribbling as she frowned over some puzzlement, it was almost impossible to believe this was the same woman who gave him such a look of desire and need this morning. Now, she was all detached intelligence and focus. He could strip buck naked, perform a bouncy bump and grind, and she’d probably just tell him “don’t knock anything over with that.”
But that is one of the things that intrigued him about Hermione. That her senses could be so completely consumed by her focus. When she came to him, and he claimed her body, her wanted her to treat him like a Work. He wanted to be all she could see, feel, taste, scent and hear. A new discovery she could conduct delicious experiments on. She could take him apart layer by layer until she discovered who he was beneath it all.
Severus looked down at the plant he was scraping, making sure he was not going too deep as he mused over Hermione. What she described to him under the influence of Eli’s enhancement had excited him greatly. Was the elf correct? Was the image she saw the real desire she has burning deep inside her? Did she really want him to fuck her until she screamed his name? He hoped so, and hoped she wouldn’t continue to hold back much longer. He was longing to hear his name slip from between her lips while he took every inch of her.
He watched her move about the lab, and couldn’t help but give a thin smile at the scene he witnessed last night when she was so livid at Eli. She was like an artist in temperament. She could not be safely approached while in work mode, which was actually her creative mode. She was subject to throwing tantrums like any other diva when irritated, or interrupted. She was such a passionate little witch in the everyday; he could only imagine what she was like during intimacy.
Hermione walked over to him, looking at her notepad. He looked down at it. There were a number of squiggles and do dads. Almost like spell symbols but not quite. Some shorthand she had concocted no doubt.
She looked up at him and said, “Severus, you have just had another hat added to our association. You are now not only my patron, but a co-creator. My calculations show I am not going to be able to use this substance as a spell or charm. We can probably enhance it with spells and/or charms, but the deterrent itself will have to have a physical application. It will have to be a solution that is either drunk or a salve that is applied. In other words, a potion,” she said, putting her small hand on his arm.
Severus looked at Hermione, a bit stunned as she continued.
“I’ll have to test it for toxicity. If it is toxic, then the deterrent will have to be in the form of a cream or salve. I hope it isn’t. I would like a deterrent that could be swallowed and become effective instantly for a set period of time. Severus, you are going to have to put your skills to this and find a base that will not cause the wax to loose its properties, but promote quick absorption. I am fair at potions, but you are the Potions Master. You have to help me.”
Severus felt his jaw drop. This was more than he had ever dared hoped for. He had been content to let Hermione develop the defense on her own, and claim the credit for the actual work, but now he would be involved, and remembered for the discovery as well, not just a supporter. He would actively be part of its creation, be considered the “Father of the Killing Curse cure”. So many lives and generations would be saved now and always. And his hand will have been in it. If that wasn’t redemption, what was?
Yes, people would remember his service to the Dark Lord still, but they would see his part in developing the Avada Kedavra cure as his redeeming factor. History would focus on that aspect of his life. He too would be considered an icon. He took a deep breath. He had survived for a reason after all.
Severus looked at the little witch staring up at him, and for a moment he felt he as if he should just go ahead and satisfy her urge for release. Just pick her up, carry her to her bedroom and fuck her until she saw stars to reward her for bringing this opportunity to restore his soul to him. So what if she hadn’t admitted she wanted him? She would accept him. He had no doubt that she would enjoy him.
He caught himself. No. He wanted more. But still he was elated. He kissed her lightly on the lips, containing himself, holding back the flood of emotion that threatened to wash over him. He was the Potions Master. Cold, controlled. He had to maintain that demeanor.
“I will be honored to do it, Hermione,” he said a little hoarsely.
Hermione had no idea how her few words had made hope, and more than hope flare in the Potions Master’s heart. She had no idea how close she had come to being delightfully ravished because of it.
“Thank you,” he whispered, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips.
Hermione looked up at him, puzzled.
“For what, Severus?” she asked.
“For a true chance at redemption,” he said…his eyes meeting hers.
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A/N: All right. We are going to get this cure/deterrent out the way. But what I am looking forward to is their having to register and demonstrate it before the Min…oops. Did I just dangle a tidbit? Gasp. :::shaking head::: ah well. Please ignore the slip. (right) Please review. ;P