Potions and Parchment Match

“Hello, Severus,” Narcissa said with a smile.

He looked up from the potion he was brewing and grinned. “Narcissa! It’s been awhile since you have sought me out here,” he said standing. He looked at the beautiful blond woman before him. As usual she was impeccably dressed with not a single hair out of place. She looked like fragile spun glass but Severus knew she had an iron will. “How have you been?” he asked.

“It’s been a crazy few months, that’s for sure. How about you?” she politely asked.

“I have been good. I’ll be happy when the school year is over and I can retreat to Spinners End away from all this marriage nonsense. The Ministry has gotten quite out of hand with all of these teenaged marriages. Hogwarts is a place of learning, not a fertility clinic.”

“You were lucky to be spared,” she said simply.

Severus shook his head. “I wasn’t spared. I was matched by parchment to a twelve year old,” he said with disgust. “A twelve year old, Narcissa! I am almost fifty years old, what will I do with a bride young enough to be my granddaughter?”

Narcissa sat on the stool next to her old friend and sighed. “Perhaps in the four years it will take her to turn sixteen the Ministry will re-evaluate the idea.”

“It won’t matter, Narcissa. She is my soul mate, and I realize that even with our age differences she is the one witch made just for me. I would find happiness with no other.”

“Doesn’t it scare you, Severus? After all that you’ve been through, to trust someone with your heart and soul that way?”

Severus shrugged. “It’s irrelevant at this point. She had nothing to do with the war. Perhaps if I was paired with someone I knew was part of the danger and violence I would feel differently, but she is just a child.”

“Who is she Severus?”

“She’s a Muggle born. Her two older brothers died in the last battle.”

“Severus, surely she has a name?” Narcissa asked with some amusement.

“Why are you here, Narcissa?” he asked impatiently. “Surely it isn’t to talk about this idiotic marriage law.”

She smiled at him. She knew he didn’t want to discuss his match and she would respect his wishes. “Actually, Severus, that’s exactly why I am here. I myself took the parchment match and was matched as well.”

“What? Really? Who?” he demanded.

"Just a man, Sev."

He growled, “Who Narcissa?”

“Funny thing these parchment matches. You go along with your life thinking everything is fine. More than fine, really. You think that you finally have everything under control and to your way of liking and this stupid test comes along and makes you rethink your entire existence. For me, I have finally found a measure of peace and happiness. I don’t have to fear in my own home that I will walk around the corner and come face to face with a mad man bent on pleasing an even bigger mad man. My son is married to a woman he loves and I shall be a grandmother soon. So why is fate laughing in my face?” she asked with a bitter chuckle.

Severus watched the play of emotions across her beautiful face and saw the tears welling up in her troubled eyes as she spoke. His heart ached for his old friend because he knew exactly what she was going through. “Is your match twelve?” he asked ironically.

She snorted. “Close. And furthermore, he’s a Weasley.”

“What?” Severus gasped, feeling as if he were choking. “A Weasley?” His thoughts immediately went to Ron, but he knew that he hadn’t been matched. He thought of Percy and remembered something about him being matched with a singer. He knew that Bill and both of the twins were married so that only left…Charlie. She was to marry a dragon tamer? “It can’t be…Charlie?” he asked in morbid shock.

She nodded. “I’m to marry a man fifteen years younger than me. And a Weasley at that,” she said.

“Ah, Narcissa,” Severus said pulling her into a hug.

She pushed him away. “Don’t feel sorry for me, Severus. I’ve done this to myself. I took that damn test in a moment of weakness and now I must live with the consequences. I don’t want your pity, but I do need your help.”

“I can’t do anything illegal, Narcissa,” he said, wondering what she could need.

She laughed. “You don’t know how funny that is coming from you,” she laughed some more.

“Yes, hilarious,” he said in his usual sarcastic manner.

“Oh Sev, don’t be cross. You have to admit it was funny!” she giggled. “Alright, seriously,” she laughed again. “Do you remember giving me the potion that made me infertile?”

Severus nodded in understanding. “You would like me to reverse it?”

Narcissa nodded. “I told him that I could not have children and that there would be no point in this marriage. The fool told me he didn’t care. He said that there were enough Weasley children running around and he didn’t need to contribute to them. He said that we would spoil our grandchildren and that would be enough for him as long as he had me,” she said. She could feel the tears in her eyes that threatened to spill over. She would not cry! She refused to cry over this!

“So why are you wanting to reverse the potion then?”

Narcissa did cry then. “Because that’s why I did that damn potion and parchment match! I want a baby!” she cried.

Severus pulled a hanky from his pocket and handed it to her. “Narcissa, you are no longer infertile.”

“What?” she gasped. “But I took that potion. I never conceived again!” she said.

He nodded. “Yes, but I brewed the potion to keep Lucius from getting you pregnant. When he died it ended. It was a contraceptive against his essence, not a complete infertility potion. I always assumed he would die and thought perhaps you would be in a position to conceive again. You are as fertile as any other woman your age.”

She beamed at him. “Really?” she asked, hope filling her words.

Severus allowed himself to smile as he nodded. “There is still one problem,” he said.

The smile instantly left her face. “What?” she asked.

“He is still a Weasley.”

Narcissa laughed in relief. “There is that,” she said.

“You will probably spend the rest of your life pregnant,” he sneered.

“Yes,” she smiled happily. “I probably will.”


“The view is amazing,” Hermione whispered to her husband, who stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist.

“Hmmm…” he allowed as he nuzzled the side of her neck.

“Draco!” she giggled.

“Yes,” he said, running his tongue along the side from her ear to the hollow spot on the side of her neck.

“I’m trying to talk to you,” she said. She was wearing a thick terry cloth robe and she pulled it tighter around her, sealing her naked body away from his eyes.

“And I’m trying to seduce you,” he answered, as he tried to insert his hand between the closed folds of the robe.

“Oh honestly, Draco! We just got out of bed!”

He gently bit her plump ear lobe. “All the more reason to go back.” His hand somehow found a way inside and it stroked her naked flesh.

She giggled and pushed away from him. “Wouldn’t you like to do something different today, Draco? We’ve spent the past four days in bed! I want to see the village! I want to shop! I want to experience the adventure of being here in Switzerland. I can’t do that if I never leave your bed!”

“But you’re so good in my bed,” he purred in her ear. His hand cupped the fullness of her breast and he gently squeezed.

“Draco!” she laughed. She looked down at her husband who stood there with only a towel wrapped around his waist and a huge smile on his face. He looked so sexy she was tempted to allow him to seduce her back to bed.

“Hermione,” he teased, rubbing his thumb over the hard pebble of her nipple.

“Please,” she hissed, as the bolt of desire shot through her.

“Please what, lover? Please take you back to bed and show you where it is you really belong?” he asked, teasing her other nipple.

“Mmmm…”she moaned.

“Please take you here and now against this sliding glass door?” he asked, pushing her against the cold glass and pulling the front of her robed down her shoulders, exposing her naked breasts to his searing look.

Hermione felt a shiver of desire as her warm flesh touched the glass. The chill of the glass against her heated
skin was strangely erotic. She pushed her chest against his, rubbing her hard nipples against his smooth skin. “Do you like?” she purred.

Draco shoved the robe the rest of the way off of her and cupped her bottom. He then pulled her up and groaned as he felt her strong legs wrap around his waist. Holding her with one arm he reached between them and pulled his towel away. “Now I like,” he said, impaling her wetness on him.

“Draco!” she gasped as she felt his thick length enter her. Wetness flooded her and she squeezed her muscles tightly around his already throbbing cock.

“Gods, Hermione, what you do to me,” he cried as he thrust deeper into her.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pressed down against him. She met each of his enthusiastic thrust with her own burning desire. She moaned out her pleasure, reveling in the feel of his body against her. “More,” she growled. “I want more!”

“You’re a greedy little witch aren’t you?” he hissed as he fucked her harder. “Do you like this?” he asked as he pushed her against the glass and slammed harder into her.

“Yes!” she cried, “Oh yes! More! Draco I need more!” she screamed as she felt her body getting closer.

“How much more, Hermione?” he demanded as reached down and gently bit her nipple. “How much more do you need?”
He felt the beads of perspiration beading up and falling down his forehead from the vigorous workout he was getting. He felt his cock start to pulsate with the need to release and he pressed harder against her.

“Lots! I want lots more! I want you to fuck me until I scream your name!” she shouted. “Oh gods, Draco! Draco, I’m coming!” she screamed as her release overtook her. She felt the room spinning out of control and everything in front of her began to sparkle. She was seeing stars.

“Yes, Hermione, come for me baby!” he demanded as he continued to fuck her. “Let me hear you come for me!” He felt her muscles tighten and quiver around his stiff member and he knew she found her release. He heard her screaming his name and the sound of her pleasure mixed with the sensation of her warm body quivering around him made his own release shatter. He couldn’t hold back a second longer. He let go and cried out her name as the euphoric sensations overwhelmed him. “Hermione!”

A moment later they collapsed in a heap in front of the sliding glass door, both panting heavily, trying to catch their breaths. For a moment they were both silent, and then Hermione asked, “Can we go shopping now?”

Draco grinned and kissed his wife’s forehead. “Anything for you.”


“Narcissa, just the witch I was hoping to see today, although I was not expecting to see you here. Did you come to see Charlie?” Kingsley asked with a smile.

Narcissa frowned. “Why would I see Charlie here?” she asked. “I came to visit with Severus.”

“Didn’t Charlie tell you about his job offer?”

Narcissa stared quizzically at the minister of magic. “He said he was offered a job in Scotland, but he didn’t specify where. Was it here? Was he offered a job at Hogwarts?”

Kingsley wondered why Charlie hadn’t completely shared his information with Narcissa but decided that was between the two of them. “Hagrid is leaving us and I asked Charlie to take over as the Care of Magical Creatures Professor and the grounds keeper. He comes highly qualified and experienced.”

Narcissa slowly nodded. “I would guess he would be, “she agreed. She wondered why when he had spoke of his new position that he hadn’t mentioned it was at Hogwarts.

“The reason that I have been looking for you is that as the President of the Board of Directors it would be you who would become Headmistress in the event of no qualified professors being willing to take over. Severus would be the logical professor, but as you know he plans to leave us at the end of the year. There are just no other professors here that have the ability to run a school of this size.”

“You want me to take over Hogwarts?” she asked in shock. “I have no experience with such an undertaking!”

“Perhaps not in running a school, but you are familiar with how the school is run, you have experience in running a large household, and you have experience in leadership and organization. Really that’s all the position entails. Strong leadership and organization skills are what are necessary. The ability to interact with the pupils and staff and discipline as needed. You would report to the board any changes that you feel need to be implemented. What the school really needs is a fresh perspective. The last two professors, while highly competent, had been at Hogwarts for years. It’s time to bring our glorious school into the present. We need our children to interact with Muggles and Magical folk alike. They need to be made aware of both worlds and understand that tolerance is what is needed so that our two worlds can peacefully exist.”

“I don’t know, Kingsley. I’m not sure that I am the right person for this job, nor am I sure that I want to take on something of this magnitude. I am going to marry soon, and perhaps have a child. I feel that I need to give my attentions to my family. Surely there is someone who would be more qualified than I?”

Kingsley shook his head. “Not that is obviously apparent. With time I am sure that I could find a suitable applicant, but in the mean time we must go on, and Hogwarts cannot be without a leader.”

“I would perhaps agree to finish out the school year, but after that I just don’t know. Perhaps we can call this a temporary position and in the mean time you can search for a more suitable candidate?”

“There’s a week left after break, could you begin then?”

Hesitantly, Narcissa shook her head. “I suppose, if you really need me. However, I want you to remember this is just temporary. You must start seeking out a replacement immediately.”

Kingsley smiled and held out his hand. “It’s a deal,” he said. “Now, when will you are Charlie be married?”

Narcissa, taking his hand in hers, thought for a moment and smiled. “What are you doing right now?”

“Looking for a groom?” he laughed.


Charlie stood in the doorway of the old cottage watching as Hagrid threw item after item into a beat up old trunk. He chatted an endless stream of things Charlie couldn’t understand and finally gave up trying. He couldn’t believe the accumulation of crap that was in the cottage. It was almost as bad as being at his parents’ house. It would take him months to get the place cleaned up. It amazed him that people were happy to live with all the clutter and garbage around them.

“I got this here statue in Romania last summer. The peddler I got it from said that Thestrals liked it and had a calming effect on ‘em. More likely it sends them into a rage though. Some people just don’t know what they’re talking about!” he said holding up a moldy piece of wood in the shape of some sort of animal.

“Hagrid, do you ever think that perhaps you are too gullible?” Charlie asked with a smile. Norbeta was still in Romania with the rest of his dragon herd, and he remembered clearly how Hagrid had obtained her.

“I ain’t gullible, Charlie. I just have a trusting nature is all,” he said sheepishly.

“Is that what it’s called now days?” Charlie asked with a laugh.

Hagrid ignored the bit of sarcasm and said, “I should probably take you to meet the centaurs. They’ve gotten more aggressive about maintaining their land since the final battle. Luckily you know who scared away the spiders so you won’t have to deal with them and me brothers already gone back home. Should be quiet in the woods for you as long as the kids stay away from the centaurs.”

Charlie nodded. “How many are in the herd now?” he asked.

“I don’t rightly know,” he answered. “They lost a lot of numbers during the final battle. I would guess about a hundred or so, but could be more or less.”

“How are the merpeople? Are they friendly now?”

“Depends on the day. The grindylows are getting out of hand, but Meralogina, the merchieftainess said that she was going to take care of them. They’ve been coming up to the surface and grabbing the legs of the kids who wade in the lake.”

“Who would be stupid enough to go in the Black Lake?” he asked incredulously.

Hagrid shrugged. “Kids,” and then flushing added, “And me sometimes. I like to skip rocks to think a bit.”

Charlie bit back a laugh and said, “How many Thestrals does Hogwarts have now?”

“About three dozen, couple pregnant mares as well. We lost quite a few in the final battle. They got scared and flew off and we haven’t been able to find where they went.”

“I thought that they were pretty loyal to their homes? Don’t they usually come back?”

“Usually, but these ones never did. Same thing with the school owl’s. We lost dozens of them. Have no idea what happened to all the animals.”

“I guess that’s something to figure out. Hagrid, how are you going to get all of this stuff out of here? It will take you years to pack it all,” Charlie asked.

Hagrid flushed. “Maxime don’t want me bringing most of it with me. She thought that you would like a lot of it. I thought you could keep what you want and maybe give away the rest?”

Charlie bit back and curse and nodded his head. “Alright, Hagrid. I’ll deal with it. When are you leaving?” The last thing he wanted to do was deal with all this crap, but he’d need to if he was going to live here.

“End of the week. I’m going to miss this place. It’s been my home for more years than I can remember. It’s small, but it’s suited me.” He wiped a tear from his eye and looked around the room. “I can remember the day I moved in here like it was yesterday. The roof leaks over the table there,” he said pointing to the far corner. “And in the winter time, wind whips in through the windows and under the door something fierce. I always meant to fix it, but I never got around to it. The back door sticks and you have to pull hard, and be careful going down the steps because the third one is broken.”

Charlie groaned. Not only would he have to clean it out, he’d have to repair it as well. He wondered if Kingsley would just give him rooms in the castle instead. “Anything else?” he asked.

“Well, you gotta watch the birds. The go in through the thatching on the roof and nest there. The racket gets quite loud in the spring. The rats nest under the house, but they pretty much stay outside as long as you remember to feed them often enough. Oh, and Fang likes his steak raw.”

“What?” Charlie almost shouted. “You’re leaving your bloody dog too?”

“Well, Maxime don’t like dogs,” he argued. “And I thought you would like to keep him. He’s a right good dog, a bit of a coward, but he’s nice enough.”

“No! I don’t want a bloody dog! Hagrid, you need to either take your dog with you or find it another home, and that’s final!” Enough was enough. He was beginning to rethink the position when he realized all that came with it. This was worse than being at the Burrow.

“Well all you had to say was no,” Hagrid grumbled. “Do you think Ron would take him?” he asked.

“Ron’s taken off and nobody knows where he is,” Charlie answered. He wondered where Ron would keep a dog at.

“Maybe I can get Harry to keep him,” he mused out loud.

“Listen, Hagrid, I have to go. I’m meeting the Minister back at the castle. We’ll get together before the end of the week to go see the centaurs. See you later,” he said.

Charlie quickly walked up the hill towards the massive stone castle. He had always loved Hogwarts and the tranquility that came over him when he was there. He liked the idea of having his own cottage off by himself away from everyone, but he knew it was barely inhabitable. He’d have to talk to Kingsley about rooms in the castle until the cottage could be put in order.

It was cold out and the wind whipped through his hair. There was snow on the ground and he thought that it would probably snow again soon. The skies were clear but there was moisture in the cool winter air. He’d be surprised it there wasn’t a storm by morning. When he was a student at Hogwarts he always loved it when it snowed. He and his housemates would race outside for snowball fights, laughing and screaming as they ducked each other’s shots. He could remember playing Quidditch in the snow as well. That made the game a little more difficult, but no less fun.

He briefly thought of crossing the grounds and visiting the Quidditch pitch, but decided against it. He pulled his cloak tighter against him and shoved his hands into his pockets. He’d need to invest in some warmer winter clothes. The Scottish highlands were colder than Romania had been. He stepped carefully up the stairs, barely avoiding a slick of ice and entered the castle. He figured that Kingsley was probably in the Headmistress’s office and headed in that direction.

He found that the busier he kept himself the less time he had to think of Narcissa. He knew she would be the only witch for him, even before he bound himself to her. He thought that maybe he might have been a bit hasty in that, but he had been desperate to get her attention. In his desperation he had sentenced himself to a life of loneliness. He could never be with another woman now. He thought of her silky blond hair and her big blue eyes and he groaned. He thought of the way her lips tasted and the feel of her soft, womanly curves felt in his arms. He felt himself growing hard and groaned. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. He needed to think of something else.

“Having a bad day?”

He swung around and there stood the object of his desire. “Narcissa!” he whispered.

“Yes,” she said, smiling shyly.

“What are you doing here?” he asked expectantly.

“I came to see Severus,” she said.

He immediately deflated. “I see,” he said.

“No, I don’t suppose you do.” She stepped up to him and grinned.

“What are you doing?” he asked in bewilderment.

“I’m proposing,” she said with a bigger grin. “Charlie Weasley, will you marry me?”

“What?” he gasped in shock. “What?” Did she just say what he thought she did?

“Will you become my husband? Will you fulfill all the promises you made to me when we last spoke?” she asked, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Oh gods, Narcissa, please don’t tell me you’re joking,” he hissed, pulling her roughly into his arms.

“I would never joke about something like that,” she whispered, leaning into him and pressing her lips to his.

“When?” he demanded.

“How about right now?” she said with a smile.

“Now?” he asked, rubbing his hand gently down the side of her face.

She nodded. “Right now.”



a/n: ok, that was the last chapter...it seems that people have lost interest in this story as there hasn't been a lot of feedback from the last couple of chapters...i have an epilogue written by i might wait a bit to post it to see if there is any interest in it...i hope that you have enjoyed this story as much as i have...things happened that i never expected, and something that i thought would, never did...its funny how when you write your fingers take a life of their own!!