A Little Christmas Magic
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The Stuff
Chapter 6 ~ The Stuff
After making a stop in the kitchen to prepare a hot toddy for Snape, and collecting several sheets, pillowcases and blankets from the linen closet, Mrs. Claus returned to the living room to find Snape and Hermione staring silently at each other, both looking rather put out.
”Is everything all right in here?” she asked suspiciously.
Snape looked at her.
”Ah, yes, Mrs. Claus. Everything is fine,” he said softly.
”Fine,” Hermione repeated a bit dreamily, still looking up at the Potion master, who cleared his throat and walked briskly to Mrs. Claus, taking the blankets.
”Thank you,” he said rather thickly as Hermione seemed to snap out of her daze. She blinked.
”You’re welcome. Now, come to the kitchen and have a hot toddy before bed. I prepare them for Nicholas all the time. It helps stave off hangovers,” she said with a smile, taking one of his arms and hustling him out of the living room, leaving Hermione behind.
But not for long.
”I want a hot toddy,” she said with a slight slur, and walked after them quickly.
Snape and Mrs. Claus entered the kitchen and Snape placed the blanket on one of the chairs. On the table was a steaming hot toddy. Snape could smell the fresh lemon.
“That smells delightful,” he said, picking up the glass. He had no reason to think kindly old Mrs. Claus would slip anything into a drink.
Mrs. Claus watched him closely, silently urging him to drink the toddy down, when Hermione erupted into the kitchen.
”I’d like a hot toddy,” she declared, walking up to Snape, who paused.
”I didn’t think to make you one,” Mrs. Claus said with a hint of irritation.
”Oh, that’s all right. I’ll just have a bit of the professor’s,” Hermione said, plucking the glass out of Snape hand and taking a couple of sips before handing it back to the wizard, who lifted it to his lips, his eyes on Hermione
“No!” Mrs. Claus cried as Snape finished the toddy.
Both witch and wizard froze for a moment, their eyes locking.
”Um . . . perhaps I should help you make up your bed, professor,” Hermione said softly.
”No!” Mrs. Claus exclaimed weakly.
”I . . . think I would appreciate your . . . assistance,” Snape purred at her,
“Let’s get our coat and cloak,” Hermione suggested, her eyes shining.
”Let’s,” Snape agreed.
They exited the kitchen, no longer aware of Mrs. Claus.
”Oh, drat it!” the matron hissed, completely at a loss. Still, she followed the pair quietly. When she stuck her head into the living room, she witnessed Hermione pinned against the wall by Snape, who was kissing her hungrily, his intentions quite clear. He was meeting no resistance. The Stuff had clearly done its job.
Mrs. Claus’ eyes watered a bit and she returned to the kitchen, sitting down at the kitchen table gloomily. Damn that pushy little witch. She’d ruined everything. All Mrs. Claus wanted was one night of passion and appreciation from a dark, attractive man. Another dose of the Stuff would have removed the professor’s memory of it. But now . . .
Hermione and Snape returned, Snape picking up the blankets. Both gave rather distracted good night wishes to Mrs. Claus and exited the cabin, leaving her at the table alone.
Now, she felt lonelier than ever. She wiped at her eyes and her lip trembled. She was so tired of this lonely life. Everyone imagined life with Father Christmas would make every day a holiday, full of joy and good will, when it was actually a very lonely, work-filled existence. After centuries of living this way, Mrs. Claus had come to the conclusion, this was how it would always be . . . eternally. And the thought of it was unbearable.
As the falling snow thickened into a storm, Mrs. Claus let out a sigh and slowly walked to her bedroom, opening her closet door and peering into it, a dull look in her eyes. She pulled out a thick, ruffled red coat and put it on, then a hat and scarf. She then sat on her bed, took off her comfortable Christmas slippers, pulled on thick white and green socks, and then thick black boots with buckles on them.
She then threw a few items into a small bag and pulled on her gloves. She exited the cabin and headed for the reindeer stable. She looked toward the dark cabin Snape and Hermione had retired to. A small glow in the window was visible through the thickly falling snow. She blinked a few times, and then walked away with determination.
She knew what she had to do.
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Snape and Hermione entered the dark, chilly cabin, Hermione lighting her wand tip so they could see. Against the wall rested shovels, ice picks and other tools. Reindeer bridles hung on the walls. A large fireplace with a huge pile of wood almost took up one wall. Snape walked over, threw in several large logs and pointed his wand at the hearth.
”Incendio,” he said softly, igniting it. The logs burst into flames, illuminating the room a bit better. Then Hermione walked about igniting the hurricane lamps that rested in sconces attached to the walls. Snape watched her with flared nostrils. Finished, Hermione turned and looked past him.
In the middle of the room was a very large bed, although it had no bedding. Nest to it was a wooden night stand carved with Christmas images. Snape dropped the blankets on the bed and began walking toward her.
”I . . . I don’t know why I’m here,” Hermione said to him, her voice barely above a whisper. Snape stopped inches from her.
”I think you do, Hermione,” he said softly.
Hermione lowered her eyes to the floor for a moment, reddening slightly before looking back up at him.
”I know ‘why’ I’m here, but not ‘WHY’ I’m here,” she breathed.
Snape gave her a small smirk.
”To help me dress my bed,” he said softly, taking her hand and walking to the bed.
He picked up the blankets and placed them on the nightstand and shook out the sheets while Hermione put the pillowcases on the thick, down-filled pillows. Then together they spread the sheet over the bed, tucking the ends under. It had a heavy thread count and was satiny smooth. They then put on the top sheet, securing it, followed by the blankets.
They stepped back to examine their work.
”That looks quite, cozy,” Snape said, pressing his hand on the bed experimentally to test the give. “Firm, just the way I like it.”
“I like a firm mattress, too,” Hermione ventured, feeling very out of sorts, but very, very attractive to the man in front of her.
Snape gave her a small reassuring smile.
”All the better,” he said, taking her into his arms.
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Outside, Mrs. Claus finished bridling the single reindeer to the small sleigh. The animal tossed his antlers in confusion. He hadn’t been tethered to a single sleigh in ages. He was used to leading a team. Mrs. Claus petted his nose reassuringly, and the reindeer calmed.
“There, there, Dasher,” Mrs. Claus crooned. “You’re going to take me for a little ride, and then I’ll let you go. You’ll be back here in time for Christmas.”
Mrs. Claus turned and took a final look at the array of cabins.
”Goodbye, North Pole,” she said softly, then climbed into the sleigh, taking the reins.
“Goodbye, Nicholas,” she added, brushing the snow from her hood.
”On Dasher!” she cried, snapping the reins.
Dasher took off at a trot, then a gallop, his head held majestically as he took to the air, drawing the sleigh upward and into the night.
Inside the workshop, the House Elves paused for a moment, and then continued with their work.
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Snape broke the kiss and felt Hermione trembling against him. He stared down at her soberly, feeling himself responding to her quaking.
“Are you afraid? Should we stop?” he asked her quietly. “Has that Gryffindor courage gone the way of the Dodo?”
”No,” Hermione replied. “It’s not fear, professor.”
”Severus.”
”Severus,” she repeated.
“I’m glad it’s not fear, Hermione,” he said, beginning to unbutton her coat. “I’ve never wanted to continue with anything so badly in all of my life. I almost can’t believe . . .”
Snape stopped speaking, continuing to unbutton her coat and sliding it slowly off her shoulders and down her arms, Hermione extracting her limbs as he did so.
”You almost can’t believe what?” she asked. “Why did you stop?”
”Because,” he said, placing her coat on the nightstand and slowly unwrapping the scarf from around her throat. “I don’t want to jinx this moment. It feels as if this is . . . is some kind of sentient dream and if I speak too much, you’ll disappear like smoke. I won’t have you disappear witch, not now, not when I’m this close to having you.”
He unwound the scarf sensuously, revealing her throat, then placing his fingers against her jugular softly, feeling the blood pulse beneath the tips.
”You are real,” he breathed, removing her hat, then lifting her hair with his hands appreciatively.
“Untamed, but soft,” he said. “I’ve always wondered what it felt like. Looks can be quite deceiving.”
Hermione swallowed as she looked at all the buttons on his cloak.
”There are so many buttons, Severus,” she commented.
“They serve a purpose. They remind me things shouldn’t be . . . rushed,” Snape responded, bringing her hands to the top fastener. “Quid pro quo, Hermione. Remove my cloak.”
Hermione hesitated, but was mesmerized by his dark eyes, and slowly pushed the first button through the buttonhole. Snape made a slight noise, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Hermione moved to the next, and the next, and the next . . .
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A/N: Short, I know. But I have to let my head clear. I scrubbed the floor with a bleach mixture in preparation to mop and man, even though I have the windows open and a fan in the window blowing fresh air over me, it’s a little overpowering. I’d rather cliff it than try to continue writing right now. So, Mrs. Claus flew the coop. Poor thing, even though what she was planning wasn’t right. But one thing I’ve found out in life, and that’s good people sometimes do bad things. Plus it adds a little suspense to the story. Mmm, Snape narrowing his eyes as Hermione unbuttons his robes. I like the image of that in my head. Thanks for reading. By the way, I recorded “Snapey Baby” yesterday. Lolol. It’s on youtube. Just go there and enter: Snapey Baby Solomru and it will come up. Thanks for reading.
After making a stop in the kitchen to prepare a hot toddy for Snape, and collecting several sheets, pillowcases and blankets from the linen closet, Mrs. Claus returned to the living room to find Snape and Hermione staring silently at each other, both looking rather put out.
”Is everything all right in here?” she asked suspiciously.
Snape looked at her.
”Ah, yes, Mrs. Claus. Everything is fine,” he said softly.
”Fine,” Hermione repeated a bit dreamily, still looking up at the Potion master, who cleared his throat and walked briskly to Mrs. Claus, taking the blankets.
”Thank you,” he said rather thickly as Hermione seemed to snap out of her daze. She blinked.
”You’re welcome. Now, come to the kitchen and have a hot toddy before bed. I prepare them for Nicholas all the time. It helps stave off hangovers,” she said with a smile, taking one of his arms and hustling him out of the living room, leaving Hermione behind.
But not for long.
”I want a hot toddy,” she said with a slight slur, and walked after them quickly.
Snape and Mrs. Claus entered the kitchen and Snape placed the blanket on one of the chairs. On the table was a steaming hot toddy. Snape could smell the fresh lemon.
“That smells delightful,” he said, picking up the glass. He had no reason to think kindly old Mrs. Claus would slip anything into a drink.
Mrs. Claus watched him closely, silently urging him to drink the toddy down, when Hermione erupted into the kitchen.
”I’d like a hot toddy,” she declared, walking up to Snape, who paused.
”I didn’t think to make you one,” Mrs. Claus said with a hint of irritation.
”Oh, that’s all right. I’ll just have a bit of the professor’s,” Hermione said, plucking the glass out of Snape hand and taking a couple of sips before handing it back to the wizard, who lifted it to his lips, his eyes on Hermione
“No!” Mrs. Claus cried as Snape finished the toddy.
Both witch and wizard froze for a moment, their eyes locking.
”Um . . . perhaps I should help you make up your bed, professor,” Hermione said softly.
”No!” Mrs. Claus exclaimed weakly.
”I . . . think I would appreciate your . . . assistance,” Snape purred at her,
“Let’s get our coat and cloak,” Hermione suggested, her eyes shining.
”Let’s,” Snape agreed.
They exited the kitchen, no longer aware of Mrs. Claus.
”Oh, drat it!” the matron hissed, completely at a loss. Still, she followed the pair quietly. When she stuck her head into the living room, she witnessed Hermione pinned against the wall by Snape, who was kissing her hungrily, his intentions quite clear. He was meeting no resistance. The Stuff had clearly done its job.
Mrs. Claus’ eyes watered a bit and she returned to the kitchen, sitting down at the kitchen table gloomily. Damn that pushy little witch. She’d ruined everything. All Mrs. Claus wanted was one night of passion and appreciation from a dark, attractive man. Another dose of the Stuff would have removed the professor’s memory of it. But now . . .
Hermione and Snape returned, Snape picking up the blankets. Both gave rather distracted good night wishes to Mrs. Claus and exited the cabin, leaving her at the table alone.
Now, she felt lonelier than ever. She wiped at her eyes and her lip trembled. She was so tired of this lonely life. Everyone imagined life with Father Christmas would make every day a holiday, full of joy and good will, when it was actually a very lonely, work-filled existence. After centuries of living this way, Mrs. Claus had come to the conclusion, this was how it would always be . . . eternally. And the thought of it was unbearable.
As the falling snow thickened into a storm, Mrs. Claus let out a sigh and slowly walked to her bedroom, opening her closet door and peering into it, a dull look in her eyes. She pulled out a thick, ruffled red coat and put it on, then a hat and scarf. She then sat on her bed, took off her comfortable Christmas slippers, pulled on thick white and green socks, and then thick black boots with buckles on them.
She then threw a few items into a small bag and pulled on her gloves. She exited the cabin and headed for the reindeer stable. She looked toward the dark cabin Snape and Hermione had retired to. A small glow in the window was visible through the thickly falling snow. She blinked a few times, and then walked away with determination.
She knew what she had to do.
*******************************
Snape and Hermione entered the dark, chilly cabin, Hermione lighting her wand tip so they could see. Against the wall rested shovels, ice picks and other tools. Reindeer bridles hung on the walls. A large fireplace with a huge pile of wood almost took up one wall. Snape walked over, threw in several large logs and pointed his wand at the hearth.
”Incendio,” he said softly, igniting it. The logs burst into flames, illuminating the room a bit better. Then Hermione walked about igniting the hurricane lamps that rested in sconces attached to the walls. Snape watched her with flared nostrils. Finished, Hermione turned and looked past him.
In the middle of the room was a very large bed, although it had no bedding. Nest to it was a wooden night stand carved with Christmas images. Snape dropped the blankets on the bed and began walking toward her.
”I . . . I don’t know why I’m here,” Hermione said to him, her voice barely above a whisper. Snape stopped inches from her.
”I think you do, Hermione,” he said softly.
Hermione lowered her eyes to the floor for a moment, reddening slightly before looking back up at him.
”I know ‘why’ I’m here, but not ‘WHY’ I’m here,” she breathed.
Snape gave her a small smirk.
”To help me dress my bed,” he said softly, taking her hand and walking to the bed.
He picked up the blankets and placed them on the nightstand and shook out the sheets while Hermione put the pillowcases on the thick, down-filled pillows. Then together they spread the sheet over the bed, tucking the ends under. It had a heavy thread count and was satiny smooth. They then put on the top sheet, securing it, followed by the blankets.
They stepped back to examine their work.
”That looks quite, cozy,” Snape said, pressing his hand on the bed experimentally to test the give. “Firm, just the way I like it.”
“I like a firm mattress, too,” Hermione ventured, feeling very out of sorts, but very, very attractive to the man in front of her.
Snape gave her a small reassuring smile.
”All the better,” he said, taking her into his arms.
**********************************
Outside, Mrs. Claus finished bridling the single reindeer to the small sleigh. The animal tossed his antlers in confusion. He hadn’t been tethered to a single sleigh in ages. He was used to leading a team. Mrs. Claus petted his nose reassuringly, and the reindeer calmed.
“There, there, Dasher,” Mrs. Claus crooned. “You’re going to take me for a little ride, and then I’ll let you go. You’ll be back here in time for Christmas.”
Mrs. Claus turned and took a final look at the array of cabins.
”Goodbye, North Pole,” she said softly, then climbed into the sleigh, taking the reins.
“Goodbye, Nicholas,” she added, brushing the snow from her hood.
”On Dasher!” she cried, snapping the reins.
Dasher took off at a trot, then a gallop, his head held majestically as he took to the air, drawing the sleigh upward and into the night.
Inside the workshop, the House Elves paused for a moment, and then continued with their work.
**************************************
Snape broke the kiss and felt Hermione trembling against him. He stared down at her soberly, feeling himself responding to her quaking.
“Are you afraid? Should we stop?” he asked her quietly. “Has that Gryffindor courage gone the way of the Dodo?”
”No,” Hermione replied. “It’s not fear, professor.”
”Severus.”
”Severus,” she repeated.
“I’m glad it’s not fear, Hermione,” he said, beginning to unbutton her coat. “I’ve never wanted to continue with anything so badly in all of my life. I almost can’t believe . . .”
Snape stopped speaking, continuing to unbutton her coat and sliding it slowly off her shoulders and down her arms, Hermione extracting her limbs as he did so.
”You almost can’t believe what?” she asked. “Why did you stop?”
”Because,” he said, placing her coat on the nightstand and slowly unwrapping the scarf from around her throat. “I don’t want to jinx this moment. It feels as if this is . . . is some kind of sentient dream and if I speak too much, you’ll disappear like smoke. I won’t have you disappear witch, not now, not when I’m this close to having you.”
He unwound the scarf sensuously, revealing her throat, then placing his fingers against her jugular softly, feeling the blood pulse beneath the tips.
”You are real,” he breathed, removing her hat, then lifting her hair with his hands appreciatively.
“Untamed, but soft,” he said. “I’ve always wondered what it felt like. Looks can be quite deceiving.”
Hermione swallowed as she looked at all the buttons on his cloak.
”There are so many buttons, Severus,” she commented.
“They serve a purpose. They remind me things shouldn’t be . . . rushed,” Snape responded, bringing her hands to the top fastener. “Quid pro quo, Hermione. Remove my cloak.”
Hermione hesitated, but was mesmerized by his dark eyes, and slowly pushed the first button through the buttonhole. Snape made a slight noise, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Hermione moved to the next, and the next, and the next . . .
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A/N: Short, I know. But I have to let my head clear. I scrubbed the floor with a bleach mixture in preparation to mop and man, even though I have the windows open and a fan in the window blowing fresh air over me, it’s a little overpowering. I’d rather cliff it than try to continue writing right now. So, Mrs. Claus flew the coop. Poor thing, even though what she was planning wasn’t right. But one thing I’ve found out in life, and that’s good people sometimes do bad things. Plus it adds a little suspense to the story. Mmm, Snape narrowing his eyes as Hermione unbuttons his robes. I like the image of that in my head. Thanks for reading. By the way, I recorded “Snapey Baby” yesterday. Lolol. It’s on youtube. Just go there and enter: Snapey Baby Solomru and it will come up. Thanks for reading.