It\'s All Done With Mirrors

A/N: Here Be Lemons!!! And it\'s the first love scene I ever wrote, so be kind! Blessings, Kxx

Chapter Seven
Some Explaining to Do

Outside Hogwarts Gates, under some trees, April 1999

The child was hungry, and needed its nappy changed. Groaning, the blond wizard shifted the pungent bundle in his arms, and grumbled to himself. He was going to send the old man the robe-cleaning bill. What was he supposed to do with this squalling, smelly lump? He didn\'t know anything about babies, and didn\'t want to for that matter. He heaved a frustrated sigh. If this noise continued much longer, he was going to go deaf.

\"Now then,\" he said to the angry red face. \"Stop that, all right?\"

The little eyes opened, brown, liquid, and slightly reproachful. The diminutive nose wrinkled, and the mouth stopped making that horrendous noise and made an O before sucking in the bottom lip.

\"You looked just like your mother, just then,\" said the blond man in surprise. \"You\'ve got your father\'s nose, though,\" he added with a chuckle.

He apparated with the baby as near to Hogwarts as he possibly could and stood, jiggling the child in his arms, waiting for someone to come and take the small burden from him.

\"I have you to thank, apparently, that this is all the punishment I will get,\" he whispered to the baby. \"Although I have to say that from the smell of you I am not likely to forget my misdemeanours in a hurry.\"

\"That,\" remarked a voice in a dry tone, \"would be too much to ask for.\"

The man turned to the older Wizard and grinned. \"Here you go, Professor\", he drawled, planting the tiny child in the open arms. \"Am I right in assuming that I can go now?\"

\"Certainly, certainly...you are dismissed.\" The younger man turned to leave, but a firm hand was placed on his shoulder. \"Oh, while I think about it, one more thing...\"

\'Here we go,\' thought the blond man, flushing.

\"If you unwisely tell anyone, living or dead, about this little \'task\' I have asked you to perform, you will very likely suffer from painful boils which will cover the whole of your body until the end of time. Goodnight!\"

Shaking his head in sardonic amusement, the younger man left. As if he\'d dream of letting anyone know he\'d spent the last hour or so cuddling a baby.


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Headmistress\'s Office, Hogwarts, At 20t 2010

\"Please sit down, Miss Granger. You don\'t mind if I call you Miss Granger, do you? Hermione seems a little familiar after all these years, and - well - \"

I nodded, unable to speak. At least he wasn\'t calling me Mrs. Weasley. That would have been too much to bear.

We were in the Headmistress\'s office. Because Dumbledore wasn\'t Headmaster any more.

\"Lemon drop?\" The eyes twinkled.

For old time\'s sake, I took one, popping it into my mouth and grimacing slightly at the sour taste.

\"I will summon a house-elf to provide some tea, and then we can have a little chat.\" Dumbledore pointed his wand at the fire, making the flames roar. I basked in the blessed heat and realised how cold I had become, wandering the dungeons in nothing but a set of borrowed robes.

\"I also have a small errand to run, so I must leave you for a few moments. Perhaps you would like to transfigure that outfit into something warmer? Feel free to pour the tea when it arrives.\"

He swept from the room, and, cursing myself for not thinking about it sooner, I pointed my wand at the robes and tried to think what to wear. I amused myself for a while by transfiguring my apparel into a pirate\'s costume, a feathered bikini, a 1920\'s \"flapper\" outfit, a gorilla suit and a fairy dress complete with a sparkling tiara and phosphorescent leaf-shaped wings.

\"I think, on balance, I preferred the gorilla.\" The dry Scottish accent jerked me out of my childish pursuit. I looked up at the dour face of Professor Minerva McGonnagall, and blushed to think that she had caught me using the dignified and complex skills she had spent seven years teaching me in such a silly manner.

\"Allow me.\" With a flick of her wand, she exchanges the fairy gown for a deep rose wool dress, warm and soft.

\"Much more appropriate, I believe,\" McGonnagall continued in the same dry tone, but I could detect the hint of a smile on her otherwise perfectly schooled features. I relaxed immediately and held my hands out to hers, and she grasped them warmly.

\"It\'s so lovely to see you, Professor McGonnagall,\" I exclaimed, and her smile grew wider.

\"I could very well say the same to you, Miss Granger. I see that the tea has arrived, and we mustn\'t let it stew, so, shall I be mother?\"

I nodded, smiling, and she flicked her wand at the tea tray. \"Servio\".

We sipped delicious tea from beautiful Willow Pattern china, chatting about my days as a student at Hogwarts, and it was only when we\'d finished doing completely irreverent impressions of Lavender Brown and Sybil Trelawney reading each other\'s tea leaves that I realised Dumbledore hadn\'t returned.

\"Will Professor Dumbledore be back soon?\" I inquired, as the clock struck midnight.

\"Albus will return directly. He has had to take, how shall I put it, an impromptu staff meeting.\" McGonnagall seemed highly amused by this, but I couldn\'t for the life of me think why. And come to think of it...

\"Professor McGonnagall? I thought you were the Headteacher of Hogwarts now.\"

\"In name, yes I am, Miss Granger. However, Albus and I thought you might like to spend some time with your old head of House.\"

I gasped at my rudeness, and I clapped a hand over my mouth.

She flapped her hands impatiently at me as I tried to apologise for what must have seemed a truly thoughtless comment, and continued ir sor soft Scottish brogue:

\"Let me explain something to you, Hermione dear. Hogwarts is far from finished with Albus Dumbledore. But for me to take the name of Headteacher at this school was the best thing. Albus needed more freedom for an important project, and...well, let\'s just say the staffing changeer ter the past two years have reaped some interesting fruits. Enough of that, for now! \" She stood swiftly and clapped han hands. A bundle of knitting flew from a shelf into her hands. \"I need to finish this pair of booties, because I\'m going to have to make another pair in a hurry.\"

I smiled, catching her meaning. \"Have you seen the twins yet?\" I asked her.

She nodded, watching the charmed knitting needles click furiously. \"They are to be named officially, tomorrow, but Ginny asked me to pass the message on to you. Their names are Athena Lily and Ronald Arthur.\"


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Head of Slytherin\'s Private Quarters, Hogwarts, March 1998


\"Hermione...\"

She felt rather than heard his voice, a slow rumble deep in his chest. She lifted her head from his shoulder.

\"Yes, my love?\" Her eyes, liquid with love, lids drooping slightly from sexual satiety, looked deep into his.

\"We do have to exercise more discretion, you do realise that?\"

Hermione nodded, a little impatiently. She wished he would stop saying thShe She sat up, abruptly, and began to button the bodice of her dress.

\"Where are you going?\" The line between his brows deepened.

\"I am going, Severus,\" she replied with a sigh, \"to go and exercise discretion in the Library.\"

Severus sat up, frowning. Hiding their love behind the backs of her friends and his colleagues was the last thing he\'d wanted. But he knew that the practical NEWTs were coming up, and he did not dare run the of of Hermione\'s final grades having doubts cast upon them by anyone who might find out about their budding relationship. As he looked up at the proud girl, struggling with buttons as her hands shook with anger, his heart melted, and all his good intentions melwithwith them.

\"Please don\'t go just yet, Hermione,\" he whispered, reaching for her. She stood where she was, her hands still, and looked down upon him sternly.

\"I\'m just fed up with you repeating that line about discretion, Severus Snape! I know that no one can know about us, I know that I have exams coming up, and I know...\" she broke off, biting her lip.

Severus reached for her, drawing her down beside him on the bed. \"Indeed, there is little that you don\'t know,\" he purred, kissing her neck and unbuttoning her dress once more. Her moan of pleasure stirred him deep within, and he dipped his head to the warm flesh between the cool cloth and began to describe lazy circles on her collarbone with his tongue. Her physical responses delighted him, ensnared him, inspired him...and sometimes frightened him with their intensity.

\'I must...make her...understand...how it has to be,\' he thought, as he struggled to regain composure. To be in love like this was intoxicating...and such a lack of control could be detrimental to their future.

\"I hate to say this, love...but what I am suggesting,\" he said silkily, as his head slid down to nuzzle between her breasts, \"is that, until you graduate...perhaps a few weeks after that, to make sure that there is no element of suspicion...that we stop seeing one another.\"

Hermione let out a sob, and tried to sit back up again, but his mouth covering her nipple turned the sound into a murmur of desire. He flicked his tongue over the erect nipple, and she felt his other hand snake over her skin and capture her other breast,okinoking and teasing.

She pulled him completely on top of her, surprising him with her strength. He looked down into her sweet face and knew she loved him completely.

\"Take me,\" she said, as she had said so many times before, and Severus had trouble breathing for a second or two.

\"But Hermione, we agreed about this. We cannot go \'all the way\' until I am no longer your Potions Master.\"

\"You agreed about this...but only with yourself. Severus, I love you and I want you. And I defy you to say you don\'t feel the same! If we are to be apart, I want to have the memory of you inside me to keep me going. Take me, Severus.\"

\"I can\'t take your virginity!\" his cock was growing hard, though.

\"Why not? You already took my heart,\" she simply replied.

Her candour was his undoing. His mouth crushed hers in a deepening kiss. All this adolescent fumbling and foreplay had challenged even his iron control. He undressed her completely, and then himself, kissing her beautiful lips every time their heads drew close enough.

Hermione knelt upon the bed, naked, facing him. Her arms wound round his neck and her lips moved in his hair, whispering encouragement. Severus kissed his way down her body, moving off the bed to kneel beside it. His tongue reached the crisp brown curls between her legs, and he looked up at her, his dark eyes drinking in the love she poured out from hers.

He plunged his tongue between her folds, and her eyes closed as she moaned with desire. He pulled away.

\"Open your eyes, Hermione\", he whispered. \"I want to look into your eyes while you come.\"

With a huge effort, she did as he asked, and as his tongue swept over her clitoris again, she began to tremble. He gently parted her labia with one long finger, and slowly slid it inside her, his thumb took over the labours of his tongue, swirling round the pulsating node that was her centre of pleasure. She cried out, surprised by the swiftness and intensity of her orgasm, and he stood and held her gaze, still stroking her clitoris, as she shuddered over a second peak.

Hermione was still trembling while he climbed back up onto the bed, and knelt behind her.

\"Look into the mirror, Hermione,\" he whispered. \"Look at your body. Look at your eyes. Look at the woman I love...\"

She moaned as he ran his hand over her buttocks, reached between her thighs and began to stroke heain.ain. Her eyes in the mirror seemed huge, dark with desire.

\"See how beautiful you are,\" he breathed in her ear, and felt her shiver. The enormous silver-framed mirror at the foot of the bed revealed all of her to him, her eyes shining with desire and love, her creamy skin under his pale hands, her dusky nipples erect, the aureoles tight around them.

The gentle swell of her belly, the curve of her hips, the narrow waist dipping in...both lovers looked and enjoyed.

And when Severus guided his swollen shaft into her opening, two pairs of eyes shone with love in the mirror\'s reflection.

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Hermione was still asleep when Severus awoke. He pulled gently away from her, noting the blood which stained the sheets, his loins, and her thighs. He was about to cast a cleansing charm, but then wasn\'t sure if that was appropriate. Perhaps she would feel her giving of herself - so exquisitely - belittled by removing her maiden\'s blood. She might think he wanted to forget.

As if he could have forgotten tonight if he lived to be three hundred! Severus stood by the bed, watching Hermione as she slept, his mind racing back in time to their moments of bliss they\'d shared only a few brief hours ago.

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Her eyes opened wide as he entered her, breaking her maidenhood with a firm, swift thrust. He began to move slowly, gently, inside her and that delicious groan from her beautiful lips told him she was his. He struggled to maintain the slow pace, not wanting to hurt her further, but she began to move her hips, her eyes on his mirror-eyes.

He snaked his right hand across her belly and down between her legs to caress her throbbing clitoris, and his wonderful, wanton Hermione whispered \"Ohhhhh, gods, Sev...er...us\" and he had to fight the urge to spill his seed into her then and there.

Struggling to regain control of his body, his gaze locked with the mirror-Hermione\'s, he slid in and out of her, faster now. One hand caressed her firm buttocks, her hip, her thigh, while the other was busily dipping into the place of pleasure amid her dark curls.

Suffused with desire and love, the intense sensations amplified with the visual images before them, the two lovers yearned towards their pulsating release.

\"Beautiful, Severus...please don\'t stop, don\'t stop...oh gods, this is so...exquisite...oh! Gods, Severus, I - oh, Gods, oh! Severus! ...Oh...my...love...\" She panted, her hips bucking, her whole body shuddering as she spiralled out of control -

\"Hermione! Sweet beautiful angel...\" He was so close, and the feeling of her tight muscles pulsating around his aching erection brought him closer still.

\"Severusssss...\" she hissed, and he lost himself as her muscles began to spasm around him, gripping his member, and their bodies braced against each other as he exploded in an intense and overwhelming orgasm.

They knelt, locked together, for a whole minute, at the foot of the bed, stunned, eyes locked with each other in the mirror, before exhaustion took over. They tumbled backward onto the bed, and kissed, lovingly, for a few moments be suc succumbing to sleep.

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\'No\', he thought, with a grin. \'That memory is going to stay with me forever. And it will have to suffice for a few months! Our secret is not going to last much longer if we keep this up. We will have to keep away from each other, at least until Hermione has graduated. But, as soon as it is decently possible, I am going to ask her to be my wife.\'

Smiling at that thought, he bent to kiss the woman he loved. She woke, and curled her arms about his neck. Severus wrapped his arms about her, lifted her up, and carried her to the shower.

Two hours later, Hermione left the dungeons, her gait a little unsteady. She smiled to herself. \'I feel...complete,\' she mused, then giggled. \'...if a little sore!\'

She didn\'t see the figure in the shadows, watching her with an expression of malicious disbelief on her face.


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Headmistress\'s Office. Hogwarts, August 2010

When I finally raised my wet face from my hands, McGonnagall was looking tenderly at me.

\"Hermione dear, you\'ve had a very long day,\" she said softly. \"I think it should be over soon. Listen - Albus is returning. Just a little while longer, my dear, and then you may go to bed and sleep for as long as you like. I\'m quite sure you deserve it!\"

Sure enough, Dumbledore arrived on cue. Through my tear-filled eyes, I could see he was holding out a plate of sandwiches. Numbly, I took one.

\"Eat,\" he instructed me and then turned to McGonnagall. \"Thank you Minerva, I am sure you have had a wonderful time catching up, but I must have Miss Granger to myself for an hour or so. Expect me no later than half past one, my dear!\"

The sandwich tasted wonderful. Avocado and ham with cream cheese. I felt as if I hadn\'t eaten since last week.

McGonnagall placed a hand on my shoulder. \"In case Albus forgets, you will be sleeping in the Head Girl\'s bedroom in Gryffindor Tower tonight. Your bag has already been taken there, and the clothes you arrived in have been cleaned and put away. If you find you cannot sleep, you will find I have placed a Dreamless Sleep potion upon the bedside table. Do not feel guilty about using it.\"

And with a strange look on her face, the Headmistress of Hogwarts swept from the room.

I turned to Dumbledore, and my mouth falls open. He was sporting a black eye.