A Wizard's Debt
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
42
Views:
39,581
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228
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Severus
Severus.
We were enjoying a soothing warm bath together, Hermione was lightly dozing in my arms when a familiar voice entered my ears – the person evidently entering my rooms.
“Lucius! You can’t just break his wards and walk in!” Narcissa hissed.
“Of course I can! I just have done, my love. All I am doing is delivering the portkey they require to get to their honeymoon this afternoon… though goodness knows why they didn’t go last night.” Lucius replied, I heard the door to my rooms close.
“Severus…” Hermione hissed, slowly rising from the bath and wrapping in a towel that was long enough to trail on the floor around her.
“Delivering a portkey, and making a racket in the process… and he wondered why he wasn’t made a spy by he-who-must-not-be-named! Noisy bugger!” I complained, rising from the bath and grabbing another towel.
“Don’t bite me, you foolish bird! Put your beak near me again, and you will find yourself stuffing my pillows and in the gardener’s cat’s food dish!” Lucius snapped, Hermes squawked in anger.
“Leave, Hermes alone, Lucius.” I said, leaning on the doorframe, still dripping wet.
“For goodness sake, Severus! Put something else on other than that tiny towel! There are ladies present!” he hissed, standing in front of Narcissa.
“And ladies who have seen it all before!” Narcissa said, dashing around him in the direction of the bathroom.
“Oh Goodness!” Hermione yelled, running out in her towel to grab a glass of water before moving back into the bathroom.
Lucius blinked, looking at me. “What did she mean when she said she’d seen it all before?” he looked accusing.
“She hiccupped during Defence Against the Dark Arts, and rather than stunned, I ended up starkers!” I chuckled, shaking my head as Hermione escorted Narcissa back into the room.
“You can tell you are a teacher, everyone else calls it Dee, Ahy, Dee, Ahy. Only the professors ever give it its full title.” Narcissa said, rubbing her stomach. “Can I take this pastry?”
“Sure.” Hermione said, taking another one for herself, sitting down next to the other woman, still in her towel.
“Your portkey.” Lucius said, handing over the silk handkerchief knotted into a bag. “It activates at noon.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind us borrowing your villa in the Bermuda triangle?” Hermione said sheepishly.
“Of course, dear!” Narcissa said, smiling.
“And we do not object to you borrowing the island it stands on either!” Luius chuckled, staring at Hermes as he moved over to take some pastry from his wife.
“The… island?” Hermione asked, gobsmacked.
“Of course! A property is worthless in the wizarding world if you do not own the land it stands upon! It is only a little island – large enough for summer holidays.” Lucius said, taking a seat and rubbing his head, “Severus, old friend…”
“Yes, I have a hangover potion, and I’ll get you it once I am dressed.” I said leaving the room, noting the crimson staining on the cream satin sheets. I quickly cleaned them with my wand, knowing my wife’s habit of feinting at the sight of blood.
An owl tapped on the window, a letter on Hogwarts paper addressed to Hermione. I placed it on her pillow before dressing and finding the hangover cure for Lucius.
We were enjoying a soothing warm bath together, Hermione was lightly dozing in my arms when a familiar voice entered my ears – the person evidently entering my rooms.
“Lucius! You can’t just break his wards and walk in!” Narcissa hissed.
“Of course I can! I just have done, my love. All I am doing is delivering the portkey they require to get to their honeymoon this afternoon… though goodness knows why they didn’t go last night.” Lucius replied, I heard the door to my rooms close.
“Severus…” Hermione hissed, slowly rising from the bath and wrapping in a towel that was long enough to trail on the floor around her.
“Delivering a portkey, and making a racket in the process… and he wondered why he wasn’t made a spy by he-who-must-not-be-named! Noisy bugger!” I complained, rising from the bath and grabbing another towel.
“Don’t bite me, you foolish bird! Put your beak near me again, and you will find yourself stuffing my pillows and in the gardener’s cat’s food dish!” Lucius snapped, Hermes squawked in anger.
“Leave, Hermes alone, Lucius.” I said, leaning on the doorframe, still dripping wet.
“For goodness sake, Severus! Put something else on other than that tiny towel! There are ladies present!” he hissed, standing in front of Narcissa.
“And ladies who have seen it all before!” Narcissa said, dashing around him in the direction of the bathroom.
“Oh Goodness!” Hermione yelled, running out in her towel to grab a glass of water before moving back into the bathroom.
Lucius blinked, looking at me. “What did she mean when she said she’d seen it all before?” he looked accusing.
“She hiccupped during Defence Against the Dark Arts, and rather than stunned, I ended up starkers!” I chuckled, shaking my head as Hermione escorted Narcissa back into the room.
“You can tell you are a teacher, everyone else calls it Dee, Ahy, Dee, Ahy. Only the professors ever give it its full title.” Narcissa said, rubbing her stomach. “Can I take this pastry?”
“Sure.” Hermione said, taking another one for herself, sitting down next to the other woman, still in her towel.
“Your portkey.” Lucius said, handing over the silk handkerchief knotted into a bag. “It activates at noon.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind us borrowing your villa in the Bermuda triangle?” Hermione said sheepishly.
“Of course, dear!” Narcissa said, smiling.
“And we do not object to you borrowing the island it stands on either!” Luius chuckled, staring at Hermes as he moved over to take some pastry from his wife.
“The… island?” Hermione asked, gobsmacked.
“Of course! A property is worthless in the wizarding world if you do not own the land it stands upon! It is only a little island – large enough for summer holidays.” Lucius said, taking a seat and rubbing his head, “Severus, old friend…”
“Yes, I have a hangover potion, and I’ll get you it once I am dressed.” I said leaving the room, noting the crimson staining on the cream satin sheets. I quickly cleaned them with my wand, knowing my wife’s habit of feinting at the sight of blood.
An owl tapped on the window, a letter on Hogwarts paper addressed to Hermione. I placed it on her pillow before dressing and finding the hangover cure for Lucius.