A Maid in the Devil's Manor
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
51
Views:
39,428
Reviews:
483
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1
Currently Reading:
0
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A Peek at the World Outside the Bedroom
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 47 ~ A Peek at the World Outside the Bedroom
As the lovers took their pleasure of each other, mayhem was occurring outside the Manor. Crowds of news-wizards, well-wishers, groupies and Spell company representative milled around the perimeter of the wards Severus set up. A few were testing the strength of the ward with their wands. Others were on brooms trying to descend to the Manor from above, but the Potions Master had secured the grounds completely, the ward forming a dome over the entire Manor. A few had set up tents and were having the wizard equivalent of tailgate parties in celebration of the breaking of the Avada Kedavra curse. Pictures of Hermione and Severus were in evidence all around these makeshift camps.
Severus was aware this would happen, which was why he placed the wards in the first place. He didn’t want his night with Hermione interrupted. There would be time for the circus that their lives would become later on. Tonight was just for them.
Ron and Harry stood facing the invisible barrier. Harry had put his wand away, but Ron was still trying to find a weakness.
“What do you think he’s doing to her in there, Harry?” Ron said, “Probably taking advantage of her.”
Ron was feeling guilty at not having been at Hermione’s side during her brief incarceration. He and Harry had been on a reconnaissance mission, following a lead about a deatheater stronghold. It ended up being a dry lead, and by the time they returned, Hermione’s problems were all over. Harry looked at Ron.
“Ron, if Snape is doing anything to her, she probably is ok with it. You heard what she told us. If she wanted to let him shag her, it’s her choice,” he said to his friend.
Actually, Harry was pretty sure that’s exactly what was happening. Although he didn’t really care for Snape, he realized the dark wizard and Hermione had been through a lot together in the past few weeks and may have formed a bond that went beyond a work relationship. He had heard about how Hermione blasted the Ministry board about how they treated the Potions Master. Obviously she felt strongly about the man. And when he saw her that day at the Manor, Hermione didn’t look as if she were being mistreated. She had actually seemed happy. If letting the Potions Master crawl all over her was what she wanted, then, they had to accept it.
Ron turned green at the thought of the Potions Master even touching Hermione.
“But…Harry,” Ron began.
Harry leveled a steady gaze at the red-haired wizard.
“Ron, Hermione isn’t a girl at Hogwarts anymore. She’s a grown woman. She’s had boyfriends she’s shagged before. She’s been alone a long time, and if she finds some happiness being with Snape, then we should let her be. Do you want to lose her as a friend? Keep it up and you will,” Harry said to him, as he began to walk away from the warded Manor.
Ron took another longing glance at the Manor, pocketed his wand and followed the black-haired wizard. He fell in step beside him.
“But it is bloody fantastic, what they did together,” he said thoughtfully, “They beat the killing curse. That’s really something.”
“That’s more than something, Ron. They will be the most famous witch and wizard team in history. Even defeating Voldemort doesn’t hold a candle to what they’ve done,” Harry said, “and who knows what else they will do. There are still two Unforgivables left. Maybe they will break those too. They make a good team, you have to admit.”
Ron shrugged. “Yeah, they do. But…” Here Ron shivered. “I just can’t see Hermione…you know…shagging him.”
“Then don’t think about it, Ron,” Harry said. “Come on, let’s get out of here. When Hermione wants to see us, she’ll contact us.”
Both wizards disapparated.
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Rita Skeeter was a deep shade of purple as she read the evening edition of the Daily Prophet.
“Noooo,” she cried despairingly, “Noooo. Not her. Not him. Shit!”
She was resting on her stomach in St. Mungo’s the Prophet spread on the pillow in front of her, looking at a photo of Severus rising from the ground after being hit by the killing curse for a third time. She looked at the headline again.
GRANGER AND SNAPE FIND ANSWER TO STOPPING KILLING CURSE!
Rita cursed again, thinking about the public apology she would have to make to the couple, and to her readers for misleading them. She shifted, the stretched flesh of her ass falling to either side of the cot, the visible ends resting heavily on the floor. She had just got the news from the healers that there was nothing they could do for her, and her only option was to go to a muggle doctor called a “plastic surgeon” and have the leftover skin from her enormous ass surgically removed in a procedure called a “butt tuck” It was costly and painful, but she had agreed to it, of course. There was nothing else for it. She couldn’t function with her ass dragging behind her. Now she was waiting for the healers to locate and make arrangements with a muggle doctor who wouldn’t ask too many questions.
She wished she could find out who the anonymous tip-giver had been. She’d hex him into last year if she could just find him. The son-of-a-bitch.
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The Ministry board had reconvened in the boardroom for an emergency hearing. The Minister of Magic and the rest of the board members were present, but one chair was conspicuously empty. That was because its occupant was seated in a small, hard wooden chair, facing his co-members, wandless, with Aurors flanking either side of him.
Lucius Malfoy.
He sat scowling at his fellow board members, an anti-apparation bracelet locked around his wrist, listening to the Minister address him.
“Lord Malfoy,” Minister Figglesworth was saying, a frown on his face, “You cast a non-sanctioned Unforgivable on a successful demonstrator in front of more than a thousand witnesses. Your murderous intent was clear to all present. To attack such an obvious hero of the people is, in a word, unforgivable. To do so as a member of this board is completely intolerable. It is my duty as Minister of Magic, to make sure you serve the established penalty for your crime. You are hereby sentenced to no less than seven years in Azkaban. As this is a crime that has a set sentence, there will be no appeals, and no chance of parole.”
“You won’t keep me there,” Lucius said in a low, dangerous voice, “the walls of Azkaban will not hold me. I will have my revenge on that traitorous scum, the mudblood wench, and this entire board, mark my words.”
The Minister blanched a bit, as did the other board members. Figglesworth cleared his throat.
“Well, Lord Malfoy, after that statement I guess it would make no sense to ask you if you have any apologies or regrets to express for your actions,” he said.
“My only regret is not killing Snape,” Lucius spat.
The Minister nodded. “Very well, Malfoy,” he said.
The Minister made a motion to the Aurors on either side of Lucius. They pulled the blonde wizard to his feet, and with their wands changed his clothing to an orange uniform that read POA on the back, then bound his ankles and hands magically, holding him up between them.
One Auror pulled a small ball out of his pocket.
“I’ll be back!” Lucius snarled as the Auror activated the port key, and they all disappeared, heading for Azkaban.
The Minister turned to the board member on his right.
“Was his wife notified?” he asked the board member, who nodded.
The Minister looked thoughtful.
“I wonder why she didn’t come?” he said, shaking his head, “She might have pled for leniency because they were trying to conceive an heir. It could have taken a couple of years off his sentence at least.”
At Malfoy Manor, a slightly inebriated Narcissa was lounging half-naked in the lap of her latest, and very talented lover, drinking champagne and celebrating her next seven years of freedom in a most delightful way.
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A/N: Just thought a little break from the lemons would be nice, particularly if used to update what was happening in the outside world as well as with Rita and Malfoy. Lemons will return. Please review.
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Chapter 47 ~ A Peek at the World Outside the Bedroom
As the lovers took their pleasure of each other, mayhem was occurring outside the Manor. Crowds of news-wizards, well-wishers, groupies and Spell company representative milled around the perimeter of the wards Severus set up. A few were testing the strength of the ward with their wands. Others were on brooms trying to descend to the Manor from above, but the Potions Master had secured the grounds completely, the ward forming a dome over the entire Manor. A few had set up tents and were having the wizard equivalent of tailgate parties in celebration of the breaking of the Avada Kedavra curse. Pictures of Hermione and Severus were in evidence all around these makeshift camps.
Severus was aware this would happen, which was why he placed the wards in the first place. He didn’t want his night with Hermione interrupted. There would be time for the circus that their lives would become later on. Tonight was just for them.
Ron and Harry stood facing the invisible barrier. Harry had put his wand away, but Ron was still trying to find a weakness.
“What do you think he’s doing to her in there, Harry?” Ron said, “Probably taking advantage of her.”
Ron was feeling guilty at not having been at Hermione’s side during her brief incarceration. He and Harry had been on a reconnaissance mission, following a lead about a deatheater stronghold. It ended up being a dry lead, and by the time they returned, Hermione’s problems were all over. Harry looked at Ron.
“Ron, if Snape is doing anything to her, she probably is ok with it. You heard what she told us. If she wanted to let him shag her, it’s her choice,” he said to his friend.
Actually, Harry was pretty sure that’s exactly what was happening. Although he didn’t really care for Snape, he realized the dark wizard and Hermione had been through a lot together in the past few weeks and may have formed a bond that went beyond a work relationship. He had heard about how Hermione blasted the Ministry board about how they treated the Potions Master. Obviously she felt strongly about the man. And when he saw her that day at the Manor, Hermione didn’t look as if she were being mistreated. She had actually seemed happy. If letting the Potions Master crawl all over her was what she wanted, then, they had to accept it.
Ron turned green at the thought of the Potions Master even touching Hermione.
“But…Harry,” Ron began.
Harry leveled a steady gaze at the red-haired wizard.
“Ron, Hermione isn’t a girl at Hogwarts anymore. She’s a grown woman. She’s had boyfriends she’s shagged before. She’s been alone a long time, and if she finds some happiness being with Snape, then we should let her be. Do you want to lose her as a friend? Keep it up and you will,” Harry said to him, as he began to walk away from the warded Manor.
Ron took another longing glance at the Manor, pocketed his wand and followed the black-haired wizard. He fell in step beside him.
“But it is bloody fantastic, what they did together,” he said thoughtfully, “They beat the killing curse. That’s really something.”
“That’s more than something, Ron. They will be the most famous witch and wizard team in history. Even defeating Voldemort doesn’t hold a candle to what they’ve done,” Harry said, “and who knows what else they will do. There are still two Unforgivables left. Maybe they will break those too. They make a good team, you have to admit.”
Ron shrugged. “Yeah, they do. But…” Here Ron shivered. “I just can’t see Hermione…you know…shagging him.”
“Then don’t think about it, Ron,” Harry said. “Come on, let’s get out of here. When Hermione wants to see us, she’ll contact us.”
Both wizards disapparated.
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Rita Skeeter was a deep shade of purple as she read the evening edition of the Daily Prophet.
“Noooo,” she cried despairingly, “Noooo. Not her. Not him. Shit!”
She was resting on her stomach in St. Mungo’s the Prophet spread on the pillow in front of her, looking at a photo of Severus rising from the ground after being hit by the killing curse for a third time. She looked at the headline again.
GRANGER AND SNAPE FIND ANSWER TO STOPPING KILLING CURSE!
Rita cursed again, thinking about the public apology she would have to make to the couple, and to her readers for misleading them. She shifted, the stretched flesh of her ass falling to either side of the cot, the visible ends resting heavily on the floor. She had just got the news from the healers that there was nothing they could do for her, and her only option was to go to a muggle doctor called a “plastic surgeon” and have the leftover skin from her enormous ass surgically removed in a procedure called a “butt tuck” It was costly and painful, but she had agreed to it, of course. There was nothing else for it. She couldn’t function with her ass dragging behind her. Now she was waiting for the healers to locate and make arrangements with a muggle doctor who wouldn’t ask too many questions.
She wished she could find out who the anonymous tip-giver had been. She’d hex him into last year if she could just find him. The son-of-a-bitch.
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The Ministry board had reconvened in the boardroom for an emergency hearing. The Minister of Magic and the rest of the board members were present, but one chair was conspicuously empty. That was because its occupant was seated in a small, hard wooden chair, facing his co-members, wandless, with Aurors flanking either side of him.
Lucius Malfoy.
He sat scowling at his fellow board members, an anti-apparation bracelet locked around his wrist, listening to the Minister address him.
“Lord Malfoy,” Minister Figglesworth was saying, a frown on his face, “You cast a non-sanctioned Unforgivable on a successful demonstrator in front of more than a thousand witnesses. Your murderous intent was clear to all present. To attack such an obvious hero of the people is, in a word, unforgivable. To do so as a member of this board is completely intolerable. It is my duty as Minister of Magic, to make sure you serve the established penalty for your crime. You are hereby sentenced to no less than seven years in Azkaban. As this is a crime that has a set sentence, there will be no appeals, and no chance of parole.”
“You won’t keep me there,” Lucius said in a low, dangerous voice, “the walls of Azkaban will not hold me. I will have my revenge on that traitorous scum, the mudblood wench, and this entire board, mark my words.”
The Minister blanched a bit, as did the other board members. Figglesworth cleared his throat.
“Well, Lord Malfoy, after that statement I guess it would make no sense to ask you if you have any apologies or regrets to express for your actions,” he said.
“My only regret is not killing Snape,” Lucius spat.
The Minister nodded. “Very well, Malfoy,” he said.
The Minister made a motion to the Aurors on either side of Lucius. They pulled the blonde wizard to his feet, and with their wands changed his clothing to an orange uniform that read POA on the back, then bound his ankles and hands magically, holding him up between them.
One Auror pulled a small ball out of his pocket.
“I’ll be back!” Lucius snarled as the Auror activated the port key, and they all disappeared, heading for Azkaban.
The Minister turned to the board member on his right.
“Was his wife notified?” he asked the board member, who nodded.
The Minister looked thoughtful.
“I wonder why she didn’t come?” he said, shaking his head, “She might have pled for leniency because they were trying to conceive an heir. It could have taken a couple of years off his sentence at least.”
At Malfoy Manor, a slightly inebriated Narcissa was lounging half-naked in the lap of her latest, and very talented lover, drinking champagne and celebrating her next seven years of freedom in a most delightful way.
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A/N: Just thought a little break from the lemons would be nice, particularly if used to update what was happening in the outside world as well as with Rita and Malfoy. Lemons will return. Please review.