Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

Luna sniffled on the other end of the door. “Yes,” she warbled out.

“It’s me Neville, can I come in?”

“Of course,” sighed Luna and she wipes her eyes, looking expectantly at the door.

“What’s wrong?” Neville ventured forth nervously, watching the girl of his dreams, wipe tears from her eyes.

Neville sat on the bed across from Luna. His expression was warm, and soooooo Neville. That strange kindness and gentleness that he always possessed that had made him the sole proprietor of her heart so long ago.

“Do you think I am ugly?” whispered Luna bluntly.

“No!” exclaimed Neville quickly, and his arms went around Luna to hug her. Luna felt the tenderness in the way he was holding her so fragilely and she sucked in a deep watery breath.

“Then why don’t you touch me? I want you, I love you, can’t you please just look past what Goyle did to me?” murmured Luna, as she pressed her face into his neck.

“That’s not why I haven’t been touching you Luna,” whispered Neville thickly. He could feel spurts of hot breath on his neck, and he felt himself getting aroused.

“Then why? Is because I am strange?” Luna straightened and looked at him bewildered.

“No, never that. It is because I do not want to hurt you, Luna. I care about you too much. I don’t want to remind you of Goyle,” Neville said huskily.

“You never could!” Luna shoved him in annoyance. “You thickheaded pillock! I have been waiting for you to make your move this whole time. You drive me nutters!”

Luna turned on him quickly and pressed her soft mouth onto his own. Neville felt suddenly like he was starving for her. Luna’s stomach fluttered from the deep, drowning kisses that he was pressing into her mouth.

“Gods, Luna, I want you so damned bad,” moaned Neville, and his hands slid down to cup her buttocks, drawing her closer to him. Luna’s hand reached out and she caressed the bulge through his trousers.

“Neville, you swore,” giggled Luna, and she pushed her pelvic area up against his cock through the material. “You make me want to swear, Luna,” murmured Neville and he licked her neck, peeling off her clothes slowly and torturously.

Luna began to pant heavily, her blue eyes glazed over with need. Luna unbuckled the trousers and pulled him out, as Neville began to suckle on one of her nipples. Luna felt a pulse of pleasure between her legs and her knees buckled.

Neville caught Luna as her head tilted back and she moaned. “Oh sweet Luna, spread yourself for me, my love,” whispered Neville, as he pressed the palm of his hand to the top of her panties, grinding against her clit. Neville could feel the panties getting soaked as she responded beautifully to him. Just like before, except now, he would finally be the one.

Luna gasped, “Please I need you to give me everything, Neville. I need you too.”

Neville obliged, his tongue lashed out against her neck, teasingly, while he pushed his cock up against her wet, silky curls. He slid in slowly, pushing, testing her limits and at her enthusiastic moan, he thrust the length of himself inside her.

Neville pressed his face into her blond hair that smelled oddly of cinnamon. Slowly he began to move, thrusting harder and harder, Luna began to shake underneath him, her body clenching around his cock like a fist. Then suddenly it happened. Luna jerked and bucked under him, soaking his cock suddenly in her orgasm, her first. She screamed in pleasure and he howled in the possession of her.

He felt his balls slapping against her slick folds and he saw the glazed pleasure in her eyes, before she closed them. Her soft mouth was making breathy moans of delight as he took her repeatedly, riding out the pleasure of her wetness until he finally could not hold back anymore and he burst inside her, coating her with his seed.

“Gods, LUNA!” yelled Neville, pressing his mouth hard over her own, capturing a bit of her soul as he finished shuddering.

Neville limply placed a kiss on her forehead before rolling off her to pant besides her. Luna looked star struck, and she pressed her hand to her mouth. “No wonder Harry looks so happy all the time,” whispered Luna reverently.

“This also is why Snape looks so sour,” replied Neville ruefully. Luna laughed and hit his chest playfully. “Not for long, I suspect,” murmured Luna back, with her usual Ravenclaw clarity.

Neville shrugged, he could not care less about Snape, all he cared about was Luna, and she seemed extremely pleased with him. “I love you so much,” Neville turned to look seriously at Luna. Luna stared back and her smile widened. “I know that now.”

….

Snape studied the specimen of water with a dubious look. Mariah sat next to him, playing at assistant. Snape tucked back a length of dark hair over one ear and she had to resist the urge to sigh. Looking at this version of Snape was hurting her heart.

Hermione bustled up behind them. “Find anything unusual?”

“Besides the fact that no living, breathing wizard or Muggle should drink this water? No,” replied Snape coolly. “The poisonous bacteria alone is worthy of a basilisk challenge.”

“The locals are probably immune to the dangerous elements,” nodded Hermione thoughtfully.

“Find anything in the books?” questioned Mariah, once she stopped staring at Snape. She flushed slightly at Hermione’s knowing look.

“Just one thing, something about love being the most powerful ingredient that can counter the evil that is brought forth when a Horocrux is created. This is probably what caused a piece of the Dark Lord’s soul to leave him in the first place without his knowledge. Lily Potter’s love, saved Harry, and thus created a Horocrux, but it was done to protect him. Ancient magic suggests that we could counter the effects of the Horocrux, using a combination of potions and spell work, but some of the ingredients are very hard, if not impossible to get. Not to mention enough for two. I have never seen a more complex potion, and spell.”

“Why the use of both?” murmured Mariah, thinking.

“Because, the potion removes the evil Horocrux by expelling it from the body physically. The soul that becomes missing from its removal requires more then physical repair. It is spiritual in nature, this sort of damage, and that is where the idea of love magic comes in. It can heal the damage done to the soul.”

Severus looked Hermione with something akin to respect. “You truly live up to your heritage at this moment. I am impressed.” He lowered his eyes back to the water and sighed.

“Lets split up the list of ingredients among the people here. Everybody should equally be useful,” sighed Severus and he pushed back from the desk.

Hermione scribbled down a list of items.


List

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Ashwinder Eggs
Asphodel
Crushed Snake Fangs
Romanian Longhorn, Dragon Horn (Powdered Form)
Wormwood
Valerian Root
Hellebore.
Mother Tears
Virgin Blood
Unicorn Blood
Snake blood

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“Luckily, we can pick up most of these in the average store,” murmured Snape under his breath.

“Virgin’s blood?” Hermione raised an eyebrow.

“Knockturn Alley,” supplied Mariah flatly.

Snape looked at Mariah in surprise and then concealed a smile.

“Yes, well Mother’s tears should be easy. Hermione the next time Draco is being a prat, you can just cry into a bottle for us,” laughed Ginny.

“Ha-ha, Ginny,” sighed Hermione, and she darted a look at Draco. Crying was not unlikely when he was around, but it had been better in the last few days. He was really acting rather stand up, and strong.

Draco scowled at the whole lot of them.

Nia spoke up, “Well, I can get some snake blood and fangs easily enough. The temple has hundreds lying around. Harry and I should go since we both speak Parseltongue.”

Harry nodded. “I would agree with that idea.”

“Ginny and Blaise you should still go with them, just in case there is trouble,” murmured Snape, idly examining the list. “I will be going to Knockturn Alley to purchase what I can.”

“Mariah should go with you,” suggested Hermione.

“Why?” Snape pinched the bridge of his nose, and the arrogant teenage version of Snape glared at Mariah.

“Because you never know what could happen,” replied Hermione, echoing his own words back to him.

“Fine, at least she still looks Indian,” hissed Snape, and he grabbed her arm.

“Where’s Neville and Luna?” questioned Ginny with a smile.

Everyone grinned stupidly at the sounds that all their research and discussion had successfully covered up until that moment.

“Go Neville…” grinned Ginny.

Nia blushed slightly. “Ginny, just as a warning, girls are considered to be good sources of possession with the priests. They believe that the spirits communicate best with brainless, naïve creatures. I don’t want you to be targeted.”

Blaise laughed.

Snape sneered with a laugh, “Girls considered brainless creatures, what utter rubbish. Why, Granger here is about as brainless as a stalking panther. Blaise would be a much better choice.”

Ginny laughed and Blaise frowned. Ginny smirked and she tucked her arm through his own. “Don’t worry Blaise I will protect you from the evil spirits.”

Blaise looked at the arm that Ginny unconsciously just hugged, and he threw his eyes heaven forward and smiled. “Yes, Goddess Ginerva, save me from a fate of being eaten by strange Muggles and possessed by their little spirits,”

Blaise turned and kissed Ginny on the mouth, hard. Stealing the advantage of her closeness and Ginny responded for a second before pushing him off.

Red-faced, Ginny tried to breath. “Why did you do that? You don’t need to pretend anymore with me,” sighed Ginny, her hand pressing against her racing heart.

Blaise looked into her beautiful wary eyes and he smiled slightly. “I never pretended with you, Ginny.”

“This is SOOooooooooo touching. Can we please get a move on? We have evil dictators to destroy,” hissed Snape with ill-disguised annoyance.

Mariah smirked slightly at his obvious distaste for affection. Then why was he so affectionate with her? Although to be fair, he was clearly under duress and arousal was a big motivator. Mariah sighed and picked at her sleeve.

“Let’s go everyone, tell Neville and Luna where you are going. Mariah and I will be back soon,” Snape grabbed Mariah by the wrist and jerked her against him with a smirk. Mariah’s eyes went wide and she clung to his shirt as he Disapparated with her.

“I wonder if they already boned….”mused Blaise, watching the couple pop out.

“EW… He’s an old man,” murmured Ginny with a look of disgust. “Maybe as a boy, but not before.”

“He is a Slytherin, dear, we do have our many charms,” replied Blaise thoughtfully, before he cupped Ginny’s bottom.

“I’m sorry I lied to you, but I had too. I didn’t think you would believe me about anything if you knew I was part Veela,” he murmured huskily, his mouth pressing close to her ear. “You are a hot tempered, unruly witch with far too much passion for your own good, and you should know that I adore you, despite your many flaws.”

Draco watched Blaise smooth his way out of another problem life threw at him. His blond hair spilt forward into his eyes and he surveyed Hermione under half-mast eyelids. Soon they would be alone. Do deal with all the blows sent to them.

Draco had been very patient for the last three days. He was letting Hermione lead him about by the nose, but he saw the way that she had looked at Severus, after the change. Draco was sure that she harbored some lingering feelings for that slimy bastard.

Hermione looked up from her research as the other people filed out the door. She caught Draco’s eyes as he stared down at her with an intense look. Hermione quirked an eyebrow as Draco sat across from her.

“We need to talk.”







TBC

The lack of reviews, is disheartening but I realize its too much plot and too little porn. *cries* Well, I suppose it had to be done. The good stuff is coming but I cannot go on without reviews….. *Falls over….on keyboard.*

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