Woes of a Potions Master

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Chapter 6 ~ The Womanly Wiles of Ginny Weasley

For the next week, Severus and Hermione continued to live in separate rooms, with Hermione making advances toward her husband, and Severus turning her gently away, telling her he needed time to rectify his problems with the Snapelets. She offered to help him come up with a solution and he informed her he had something in the works and he would let her know when he was ready to talk.

This made Hermione quite angry, but she controlled herself. Having a row with him wouldn’t help matters any. She was the one who chose to leave. After being turned down by Severus again, she went to her rooms and took out a piece of parchment. She hadn’t yet written Ginny, so she sat down and composed a letter telling the witch of her difficulties, and what she wanted to do, asking her to reply as soon as possible because she was desperate.

Hermione didn’t know that Severus indeed missed her very much, to the point where seeing her was painful. He spent much of the evening watching her, leaving the doll focused on her image for hours, but rarely touching it. He watched curiously as she composed a letter, sealing it and warding it securely. It was the warding that caught his attention. She placed several on this particular missive instead of the usual one. His eyebrows drew together as he tried to determine who his wife would be writing, and what was contained in that letter that required so much protection.

Severus watched as Hermione exited her rooms and walked through the halls of Hogwarts, taking the shifting stairwells up to the top of the castle, where the owlery was. All right, she was going to send the letter. She would use Raucous, his familiar. Severus would at least be able to see where the letter was being delivered.

Raucous, Severus’ raven saw Hermione enter the owlery. He had his own roost up near the ceiling, set off a little ways from the owls. There was a small floo near it, just large enough for him to enter, that led directly to the Potions Master’s rooms. It was kept magically lit so the bird had access to and from the dungeons.

Raucous didn’t initially get along with Hermione. He felt her a threat because of the Potions Master’s attraction to her. He used to shit on her robes at every opportunity. He got in too much trouble for shitting in her hair. But after she married Severus, and began to spoil the bird, saying he was so snarky because Severus half fed him, Raucous decided he liked her very much. She always fed him regular meals and would spend a little time each day talking to him. That was more than his Master had ever done. Severus left him to fend for himself. Raucous was quite good at it too, but he liked being pampered. He fluttered down to Hermione, squawked a hello and stuck out his leg for her parchment.

Hermione’s eyes went a little clouded.

“I’m sorry Raucous, but I can’t have you deliver this letter. It is very private and I don’t want Severus to know where it’s being delivered. You’re his familiar and he can access that information from you. I’m sorry,” she said.

Raucous looked at her sullenly, and returned to the upper rafters, turning his back to her.

“Oh, Raucous, don’t be like that,” she called up to the bird, who didn’t respond.

“Great. Now I’ve got you mad at me too,” Hermione muttered, coaxing down an owl and attaching her parchment to its leg.

Severus scowled as Raucous flew up to the rafters again. He accessed his familiar’s mind and heard what Hermione told the bird. She didn’t want him to know about where the letter was going. Why was that? He contacted his familiar.

“Raucous, you keep an eye on that owl. When Hermione leaves, follow it to its destination,” Severus thought at the bird, who squawked an assent.

Hermione said something to the owl and threw it off the tower. It flew strongly in a westerly direction. She glanced up sadly at Raucous then left the tower. The raven made sure she was gone and took off after the owl.

Severus closed the connection to Hermione with the doll and let his consciousness stay with Raucous. After about forty-five minutes he saw the owl land in the backyard of a large, unfamiliar house with a pool. Around the pool were several, well-built half-dressed or totally naked young wizards. One of them took Hermione’s letter, and the owl left. The wizard walked with it into the house.

“Come back Raucous,” Severus told his familiar, and broke the connection, scowling. What the hell was going on here? How was Hermione connected with a place like that, crawling with men? Who was she writing there? Severus felt jealousy wash over him. Hermione was his wife. She had no business corresponding with another wizard. How long had she been sending letters to that house anyway? He felt like confronting her, but then she would know he was watching her. He began pacing his study. She couldn’t be having an affair…she loved him. She had spent the past week trying to get back with him. Hermione had a strong sex drive, but surely she could last a couple of weeks. She had never been a loose witch. She had resisted him for almost six months, and Severus was quite good at seduction. So what was going on?

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The wizard who received Hermione’s letter walked into the house, down a long hallway and stopped outside of a door. He knocked on it.

“Who is it?” answered a female voice.

“It’s Geoffrey, Ginny. You’ve got an owl delivery,” the wizard said, leaning on the door.

“Come in, Geoffrey,” Ginny called.

The wizard opened the door, took one look at what was going on and smiled.

Ginny was dressed in a tank top and knickers, and held two leashes attached to the collars of two very well-built wizards in one hand and a rolled up Daily Prophet in the other. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed and they were sitting on the floor. The wizards were both naked and quite aroused, watching the witch intently with heated eyes. Ginny tossed her shining red locks back, looked at Geoffrey and smiled.

“Hey Geoffrey,” she said, putting down the newspaper and holding her hand out for Hermione’s letter. The wizard handed it to her, then nodded to the two wizards sitting on the floor, who nodded back at him. They probably weren’t allowed to speak. Ginny released the leashes and opened the letter.

“I want to play too,” Geoffrey said, eyeing the little red-haired witch. Ginny hadn’t shown him any attention in days.

Ginny looked at him. Her brown eyes swept over his body speculatively. Geoffrey got a hard-on immediately.

“What, so you three can gang up on me?” Ginny asked him, her eyebrows raised.

“If that’s what you want,” Geoffrey said, sitting down on the bed and grinning at her. Ginny chuckled. She adored Geoffrey.

“Go get a collar and leash out of the drawer, Geoffrey,” she said, waving a hand toward the little drawer on the other side of the bed. The wizard did as she told him. While he put on the leash and collar, and stripped, Ginny read Hermione’s letter.

Dear Ginny,

I hope you are doing well. I have a feeling you are. The reason I am writing you is I need your advice on what I can do to “apologize” for being a bitch to my husband. Currently, we are staying in separate rooms. It’s my fault and he hasn’t forgiven me yet. I am absolutely miserable and want my marriage back the way it was. I miss him. I want to do something sexy and freaky for him but I don’t have much experience in that area. I was hoping you could suggest something that would really show him that I’m willing to do just about anything to have him forgive me. We’ve been apart over a week now and I’m going crazy. Please help.

Hermione

Geoffrey sat down next to the other wizards and he too, focused his eyes on the petite redheaded witch. She was small, like dynamite was small. He’d never met any witch like her. If Ginny were willing to settle down with one wizard, he would certainly go for her. But she didn’t express any interest in that kind of lifestyle. She lived like a queen who happily kept a harem of men. Geoffrey’s brown eyes dropped down to the crotch of her knickers. They were a little wet. Judging by the erections of the wizards sitting next to him, they must have been warming up a little when he knocked. He looked at the other two wizards surreptiously. They were both strongly built, but he had bigger arms. He wondered if Ginny would make them wrestle to see who’d fuck her first. She got off on that kind of thing. Maybe he could convince the others to mutiny and help him rush her. She got off on that kind of thing too. But you had to get her wand away from her first. She really would hex them if she could, but if they got her fair and square, she’d cooperate and they’d gangbang her.

Geoffrey nudged the wizard next to him, and began to whisper in his ear. The wizard smiled wickedly as his eyes flicked over Ginny, then he leaned to the wizard next to him and informed him of Geoffrey’s plan. He nodded slightly and focused his eyes on the witch.

Ginny reread the letter, but was very aware of the whispering going on. She knew Geoffrey would try to start something. He always did. Whenever she got tackled by several of her toys, Geoffrey was usually the ringleader. Of course, the sex was always great, but Geoffrey was extremely dominant…and didn’t just want to be one of her lovers. He was like a lion among the sheep. Any time they did manage to pin her down, Geoffrey was always the first to take her, refusing to relinquish her to anyone until he had made her orgasm and followed her with his own climax, brown eyes locked to brown eyes hotly as he rode her body. Ginny was very aware Geoffrey wanted her for himself alone, but she wasn’t ready for commitment to one man. She was having too much fun. She was young, rich and unattached with years of repression to make up for.

Ginny slipped her hand behind her and grasped her wand, then whispered a barricade spell to surround herself and the bed. Let them try to get through that.

No sooner than she got the spell up, the wizards leapt off the floor and tried to fling themselves on her, only to be brought up short quite painfully by the barricade spell. As they rubbed their sore body parts, Ginny smirked up at them.

“Just for that, you’re all going to have to wait now. Out!” she said, pointing her wand at the wizards. The two who had agreed to Geoffrey’s plan now scowled at him. Geoffrey shrugged.

“If we’d gotten through, it would have been worth it,” he told them as they all pulled on their boxers. They left the collars and leashes on and filed out of her bedroom, closing the door behind them. Ginny removed the spell then locked and warded the door. She smiled and shook her head. Geoffrey insisted on trying her. She returned to Hermione’s letter.

Because of her lifestyle, Ginny didn’t have many girlfriends. Actually, Hermione was the only friend she had that didn’t judge her. Her parents had just about disowned her, as had her brothers, with the exception of Fred and George, who felt she had a right to live as she wanted. They had never been hexed by her. They backed off when Percy caught it.

Ginny was aware of how Severus was, because of heart to heart talks she had with Hermione. Hermione felt Ginny could understand her relationship with her husband, and his dominating sexual nature without trying to judge it. Ginny did, and suspected that Severus had sadistic tendencies that went very well with Hermione’s masochistic nature. Hermione wouldn’t admit to having one, but she did. Ginny thought Severus might get into light bondage. She didn’t think he would get off on actually hurting Hermione…the wizard had seen too much of it as a deatheater, and he did love his wife. Severus’ needs seemed to lean more toward domination of his wife, rather than hurting her. His way of thinking was archaic. He was the man, she was the woman. He was the biggest and the strongest, she was the weakest. He gave the orders, she obeyed. Of course it didn’t work like that. Hermione was no doormat, but in Severus’ perfect world that’s how it would be.

If Severus was mad at her, he was going to take it out on her in the bedroom. Hermione had made that much clear in their previous conversations. That was a given, like the sun rising and setting, or the tides coming in. That was the wizard’s nature. So whenever they made up, Severus was going to seal the deal in his usual manner. However, this rift between them was not something usual, so Severus might not feel closure reacting in his usual manner. Hermione could make the makeup sex something that fed his need to “punish” her in a different way.

Hm.

Maybe Hermione should look into Fred and George’s Licorice Whips and Candy Chains line. Not everything in it was made of licorice and candy, but they had a lot of faux bondage items that didn’t really cause pain, but were just as exciting and arousing. Ginny herself used the faux Whip, which was actually a bullwhip that was magically designed to cause only the amount of pain that would be a turn on. It would never draw blood or leave marks. No matter how strongly the whip was cracked, the contact would be relatively light. But Ginny doubted Severus would even want to crack a whip at his wife. She did think he would like to tie his wife up or chain her down, however. The Potions Master would be definitely turned on if he had his wife physically and visually at his mercy, Ginny was sure of it. Plus it was something they had never done before. The name of this game was definitely Domination.

Hm.

This situation required a visit to Hermione. A letter just wouldn’t do it. Actually, they probably needed to go on a shopping spree. Ginny smiled.

Helping the couple make up was going to be fun.

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A/N: Ginny, Ginny, Ginny. You little freak you. :lol. Man, Sev is jealous and Hermione is feeling desperate. Wonder how Fred and George are doing? Maybe we’ll hear something next chapter. Please review.

Charmy: No, not a continuation of the series.

Anon: The story where Hermione estimates Severus’ penis size is “You Shouldn’t Walk About in the Dark” But in the following stories not part of the series I leave it pretty much to the reader’s imagination, giving no actual dimensions other than finding different ways of implying he is huge.