The Reluctant Detectives

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Chapter Six





“I’m too old for this shit,” groaned the potions master. Hermione looked over to Severus, as he was face down at the table, his glass of fire whiskey empty. She was drunk as well. Hermione was sneaking his glass away from him every chance she was getting, which was becoming more and more frequent the more intoxicated the man became.





She went over to him, pouring another drink. “Bullshit.” And she took the drink for herself yet again, but this time not caring if she was caught.





“I should have known!” he exclaimed, looking for his glass with his hand without looking up. When he didn’t find it, he looked up to see her sitting on his table drinking from it. “That was mine.”





“Not anymore,” she murmured, taking another sip. “But back to topic—are you omnipotent?”





“No,” he told her, taking back his glass. “But I was in Slytherin! Merlin! I was the head of fucking Slytherin!”





“And that has what to do with this? It still doesn’t make you god like.” She paused. “You may think it, but it doesn’t make it so.” Hermione drank straight from the bottle. Sighing she asked, “Who do you think put her up to it?”





“How am I supposed to know?” he asked. “As you just pointed out, I am not omnipotent!” He got up and got her another one of the glasses for her to use, handing it over to her.





“Yes, I know that—thank you.” She poured her drink. “No, I’m asking for conjecture.” Hermione set aside her drink and proceeded to yank off her shoes, tossing them over her shoulders to the floor. “It must have been someone with a lot of influence on her. Someone she must have seen daily, I figure.” She then tossed her sweater over to join her shoes.





“What are you doing?” he asked her as she went on to take her hair down.





“Nothing,” Hermione answered, as she looked around. “Don’t you have a sitting room or simple place to relax?”





“You know I do,” he muttered, eyes narrowing. “Why?”





“I don’t know,” she sighed. “I wanted to be comfortable.”





He stood up and leaned over so that his face was even with hers, breathing, “You still owe me a blowjob.”





She nodded. “That I do.” Hermione reached out to him, combing his hair out of his face. “But seeing as I’m drunk with a bad gag reflex, now isn’t a good time for that.”





“Good reason,” he whispered, leaning down until his forehead was touching hers. “Did you know that you have a gorgeous body?”





“Ron said my ass was fat and my tits were…” she paused trying to remember the exact wording. “…That they were bordering on being mutant.”





“Really?” He cupped them in his hands. “They feel perfect to me.”





“Thank you,” she sighed, shivering at his touch. “I think it was insecurity on his part.”





“Hmm, how so?” he muttered, lifting her shirt up and off.





She blushed. “Uh, well, his cock isn’t all that big. He wanted what he called a ‘tittie fuck’. My breasts dwarfed his little pencil dick.” She held up her pinky finger. “Tiny little thing his cock.” She frowned. “Can I ask you something?”





“Anything,” he told her even as he was trying to get her bra off and failing to do so.





“After fucking a dick this small…” she showed him her picky finger. “Am I still sort of a virgin?”





“Technically? No, you are not. Damn! You unhook it!”





She did so with ease and tossed it aside to join her shoes. “So non-technically I am? Sort of?”





He lifted his head. “Is that even a word?”





“Do you care?” she asked him, tilting his face down towards her breasts.





“No,” he said huskily. “I don’t…” He was on the verge of burying his face into the valley between them when there was a knock at the door.





“Head Master! It’s Auror Jones and Tonks here to speak to you, sir!”





Muttering a curse he went over grabbed her shirt and bra, handing them to her. “Go to my room and get dressed. They will more than likely want to speak to you as well.”





She nodded and made her escape to his room as he straightened up. He took the sober up potion and took another over to Hermione who drank it on the way over to get changed. He went and answered the door letting them into the room.





“Wotcher, Severus!” Tonks said walking into the room with the other more timid auror walking in behind her.





“Hello, Tonks,” he murmured. “How are Remus and Teddy these days?”





“Fine, thanks for asking,” she told him. “Teddy made himself into a cria this morning and tried to follow me out the door.”





“A baby llama. Adorable,” he said, trying as he might not to sneer as he did so. “What can I do for you?”





“We came here to ask you what happened,” the man stated. “We need to speak to Miss Granger as well.” Just them Hermione came into the room, dressed and sober. “Ah, Miss Granger, we were hoping that you were still here.”





She nodded, sitting down. And waited. And waited. And waited. When no questions came, Hermione looked over to Severus who shrugged. She looked over to Tonks who smiled.





“Hero here is in training,” she explained. “He needs to learn how to do an interview.”





Hermione looked back over to the young man that was looking far too hard at his notes, blushing whenever his eyes flicked up towards her.





“He’s a little star struck,” Tonks explained. “He’s a fan of your work, Hermione.”





“A real big fan!” he exclaimed. “The way you got Sirius Black from the Veil was genius! And then there was your work on the potion to help those cursed by the cruciatus! Wow, that is supposed to be revolutionary!”





“Thank you,” she said, moving a little closer to Severus, as she was feeling very awkward.





“What are your questions?” Snape growled, snapping the younger man out of his adoration. “Some of us have jobs to get back to.”





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