A New Beginning (DH -COMPLIANT)

Chapter 57 ~ Keeping Things in the Dark


James and Winston walked through the Gryffindor entrance, down the hall and into the Common Room. Roland was playing a game of snap with another young wizard. James looked at him for a moment, then walked over.

”Roland, could I talk to you about something?” James asked the wizard.

Roland looked up at him.

”Sure James,” he replied with a friendly smile. “What do you want?”

Roland and James always had gotten along, though they weren’t best of friends.

”I want to ask you a favor. It’s about Rod,” the wizard said.

Roland’s face went immediately black.

”I hope you aren’t going to ask me not to get him, James. I owe that bastard,” the wizard seethed, his brown eyes hard.

“No. I’m not trying to do that, Roland . . . it’s just that I want you to wait until after the dance. It’s important. We need him,” James said to Roland.

Winston stood on the right of the two, looking down at Roland with a slight frown on his face. He thought the wizard should just leave Rod alone. He hadn’t actually done anything to him. Roland was just mad that Rose didn’t like him and wanted to take it out on the Slytherin. After really meeting Rod, Winston thought he was an all right sort.

”Need him for what?” Roland asked him.

James looked at Winston, who slightly shook his head. Rod being part of the dance would be a big surprise for everyone. They wanted to keep the shock value.

“I can’t tell you that, but he can’t help us if he’s all beaten up. So, what do you say?” James asked Roland. “There’s never been any bad blood between us. It’s just until after the dance.”

”But the next day we leave for Christmas holiday,” Roland replied, his brow wrinkled, “I’ll have to wait until we come back. I want to get this over with.”

”We need him, Roland,” Winston said, an edge to his voice. “You’re not going to mess this up for us.”

Roland looked at Winston, who had a little tick in his jaw. Winston wasn’t a wizard to mess with at all. He was good with his hands and with a wand. Winston’s brown eyes were narrowed as he looked at the burly wizard. It was easy to see that if Roland went for Rod while Winston was around, there could be a bit of in-house fighting ahead.

The wizard Roland had been playing snap with slowly eased away from the table. He didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire if there were any.

James looked at Winston, then down at Roland.

”Just until after the dance,” James said again, trying to defuse the tension.

Roland looked from Winston back to James.

”All right. Just until after the dance,” he said, “I’ll just wait until it’s over. All the teachers will be well into the spiked punch by then and just thinking about getting to bed.”

”Great,” James said. “Thanks, Roland.”

Roland grunted in response, not looking at all pleased. Winston relaxed but still scowled at the wizard.

“I’m going to the room,” Winston said suddenly, walking away from Roland and James quickly. He didn’t like this at all. Rod was part of their team now.

James quickly caught up to him as the wizard mounted the stairs.

”What’s wrong?” he asked the scowling wizard.

”Roland’s an ass, that’s what’s wrong. He should leave the Rodman alone, James. He didn’t do anything to him,” Winston spat.

James sighed.

”Yeah, but we can’t fight his battles for him, Winston. He’s got to stand up for himself, just like we would if we were in the same situation,” the wizard said as they turned toward their room.

”Well, I’m going to tell Rod then,” Winston said, opening the door and entering, followed by James.

”No. Don’t do that, Winston,” James said to the wizard, who spun on him.

”Why not?” he asked, “I’m not going to let him be ambushed, James.”

James shook his head.

”If you tell him, it’s going to be on his mind the entire time, Winston. He’s not going to be able to enjoy himself. We can tell him just before he leaves the dance. He’ll know then. Maybe he’ll be able to avoid him.”

Winston scowled at James, but realized he was right. It would put a damper on Rod’s night, and might even affect his performance.

”All right. But we have to be sure to tell him,” Winston said, starting to undress for bed.

“We will,” James assured him, stripping off his own clothing.

Winston turned on the wizarding wireless next to his bed and lay down on his back, dressed only in his boxers, nodding his head to the music. James lay down in his bed as well. It was pretty early, but they had practiced hard and were tired.

“We have to pick out a great song for this,” Winston said. “Something different. I owled my dad and asked him about something from the old days. Something no one’s heard. Muggle music. Something good to dance to.”

”Cool,” James said, yawning. “But do you trust his taste?”

Winston shrugged.

”I don’t have to use what he sends. They’ll only be suggestions. But Dad’s pretty good at picking out music,” the wizard replied.

At home, Winston’s father was sifting through his music collection. It was quite extensive, some titles dating back to when his own father tripped the light fantastic. Winston’s grandfather had been muggle-born, an American in the military stationed in England when he met his wife. He also loved music and Winston’s dad inherited his love. Discs were stacked on the small table next to the armchair he was sitting in. His wife Joyce entered the living room and looked down at her husband and the stack of magical music discs next to him.

“Still trying to pick out some music for Winston?” she asked him, smoothing her black hair and smiling at him.

“Yes,” Dean Thomas replied, “He and James Potter are doing a routine for the Christmas dance again this year. I think I have two good songs here.”

He offered her two discs. Joyce took them and read the titles.

”Oh, Dean. You have to be kidding,” she said to him, shaking her head.

“No. I saw the movie that song’s from. It was pretty good and the music is something everyone will be able to dance to. More pop than anything else,” he replied.

His wife looked at the other disc and shook her head again.

”If the students start dancing to this, the Professors are going to have heart attacks,” she commented as Dean grinned.

”They’ll probably join in, Joyce. After a few cups of punch they loosen up pretty good,” he chuckled, “Anyway, the students will love it. I’m going to put both on one disc so when the first song is done, this one can come on. I’m going to send Winston a Pensieve too, so he can learn how the dance goes. It’s easy.”

”It’s scandalous is what it is,” his wife replied, handing the discs back to him.

“Scandalous works,” Dean smiled at her.

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Hermione lay in her bed, sleeping lightly. She awoke when she felt the mattress suddenly compress, and rolled over, startled and ready to start fighting. She looked into the smiling blue eyes of Ron.

“Hi,” he said to her softly, “Sorry I’m so late. I had some extra work to finish up at the Ministry.”

He leaned down and kissed her gently, his mouth soft and warm.

“Oh Ron,” Hermione sighed, kissing him back.

Ron began to deepen the kiss, pulling the covers back from the witch, revealing her winter gown. He stopped kissing her and scowled at the heavy flannel garment.

”That’s almost as bad as a chastity belt,” he commented as Hermione grinned at him.

”But much easier to take off,” she replied.

“Now that’s true,” Ron said, doing just that then rolling on top of his wife, kissing her hungrily.

Hermione felt desire flow over her body as her husband kissed her. Then, the kiss changed. It was still sweet, still intoxicating, but . . . but different. She pulled away, opened her eyes and looked up into the pale face of Severus Snape.

”Hermione,” he breathed down at her, his lean body hard and strong, his weight pressing into her as he moved against her sensuously, skin to skin, heat to heat.

Fire washed over the witch, but no shock registered. Only desire. She felt as if she were going to ignite and burn them both to a crisp.

”Severus, what are you doing?” she breathed back at him, arching upward slightly, pressing her own body into the wizard’s flexing form and starting to work it against him in counterpoint.

He smirked at her.

”Currently . . . you,” he replied, lowering his head again and possessing her mouth.

Hermione woke up, panting, her body aching for contact as she sat up and wrapped her arms around herself

“Oh my gods,” she whispered, looking around her bedroom. No one was there.

“I’ve got it bad,” the witch said to herself, falling back to the mattress and staring at the ceiling.

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Snape sat on the side of his bed, staring down at his huge erection. He had woken up from a dream about Hermione, waiting naked for him in the Jacuzzi in the exercise room. She was seated in the pool, the bubbling water frothing around her up to her neck. He had entered intending on working out, when he saw her there, her head leaned back and eyes closed in relaxation.

He walked over to the pool.

”Doing your usual strenuous workout I see,” the wizard purred at her.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked up at him hungrily. There was no mistaking the message in her eyes.

”No. I was waiting for you to come. Now I can have my strenuous workout,” she said to him huskily, hitting the button that controlled the pool. When the water stopped churning, the wizard’s eyes widened. She was naked, the rippling water causing her nude body to undulate.

”Come join me, Severus,” Hermione said, holding out her arms.

Snape had stripped down so fast it seemed he had divestoed his clothing. Leaving his workout clothing in a small pile on the floor, the wizard entered the pool and wasted no time getting his hands on the witch, smoothing them over her ample curves as he kissed her hungrily.

”Now Severus,” she gasped as he suckled her throat, “I can’t wait any longer.”

The pale wizard had stood up, picking the witch up with him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her body opening to him like a beautiful, passionate flower.

”Take me now,” Hermione sighed, her amber eyes hot and heated

“Yes witch,” he had groaned back at her, adjusting her body and . . .

. . . suddenly waking up, damn it.

Now he sat on the side of the bed, his cock hard as iron and with no place to go.

”I hope you don’t take too much time to face your family, Hermione Weasley,” he sighed, wrapping his hand around his throbbing organ and slowly sliding it back and forth, shifting the foreskin, spreading the lubrication leaking from the tip, his head falling back and dark eyes closing as he pictured the witch in his mind, tightening his grip.

”I’m not going to continue to spend my nights dreaming about you and wanking off like a sixth year.“

The wizard’s head fell forward as he did just that.

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A/N: Hey all. I know some of you are chomping at the bit for more HG/SS action, but I couldn’t let time pass that way. Since I have other characters and situations, they have to be addressed too. But next chapter, Hermione will face her and Ron’s family. That will move things along nicely, I believe. Thanks for reading.