If You Go Down To The Woods Today

La Bibliographe: Hee hee, I love that analogy; as I am religious. It’s true though; it does seem like the ark at the moment. I agree that Ron needs a woman to dominate him, and that’s why I don’t think Hermione is the right one for him because she as bossy as she is I don’t think she’s particularly dominating. And yes, the Malfoy’s are extremely domineering are they not? Lol! Lucius the lovelorn lovebunny... don’t say that it brings images to mind that I’d rather not have. I agree Snape can be my sugar daddy, but I stand by the fact that he’d be a good father, and there is a plot reason. As for when he’s going to turn up, well, how about this chapter? Good enough for you? As for Hermione being pregnant – well – only time can tell that.



Zairaphel: Thank you, and I hope you like this next chapter.



Kirabates: Yeah, I actually love this couple believe it or not as I like Ron just not with Hermione. Lucius and Hermione may have become lovers again but... hmm, well you’ll see. As for Harry and Blaise – well read on and I hope you like this chapter just as much.



DB1: Thank you. I have read many stories with Ron and Pansy in them but there have been no smut scenes. But it is a couple that does intrigue me greatly.



Sampdoria: I hope you still like the story after this chapter.



Lilbitbored: I hope this alleviates your boredom slightly. Well, I managed to find a way to continue it and it seems to be popular.



BuffyXO: Yes, well, the UST was driving me crazy as a writer, so I made Hermione sit up and take notice. Thank you also for enjoying my twists, and there are more to come believe me, as for Lucius and Hermione – well – they don’t appear in this chapter so I can’t really say. Indeed who would leave?



Mary: She is being stubborn isn’t she? She’s just scared though, just remember she is only eighteen and I know at eighteen I wasn’t ready for marriage; now I am twenty six and I’m still not ready.



Catysmom: Here’s more; the wait is over.



Firewall: I am glad you enjoyed up to chapter six. I hope you enjoyed the last two chapters and I hope you enjoy this chapter. I can safely say you need not worry for Blaise.



Gaps of Misery: I am SO glad someone picked up that line and quoted it in their review... truthfully I felt a little uncomfortable writing that scene as many people seem to like Lucius dominating Hermione but I prefer it the other way round for some reason... maybe it’s the closet feminist in me. It did get very hot for me when I was writing that chapter I can tell you. I don’t like Lavender either... well not in this story, anyway. Hee hee, have to agree with you about wanting Severus and Lucius to myself but unfortunately I have to share them.



Shiloh Darke: Where have you been? I missed you? Anyway, nice to have you back. I happen to truly believe that Blaise is Snape’s son, it seems strange she should give this character a speaking part in the book practically called Harry Potter and Severus Snape isn’t it? But, no, Hermione didn’t make it easy for him, but then he was being rather pushy. That’d frighten anyone away I think.



Ill Met by Moonlight



Blaise and Harry were setting up camp on a bleak Yorkshire moor. They had asked the locals the best place to camp. Harry had been told that this was where they were to find Snape, they had searched the Moor all day and found no sign. The half moon hung in the sky pale and ghostly. Blaise looked up at it.



“I wonder what she’s thinking right now,” he sighed.



“Who?” Harry asked.



“Hermione,” he said. “The one woman that could have made me happy.”



“There are others,” Harry said. He turned around in his sleeping bag. “I didn’t know you really loved her I thought that you just fancied her.”



“I’d have married her as soon as she asked me out if I could,” he sighed. “But she’s in love with someone else.”



“Who?” Harry asked. A part of him had hoped that Lavender wasn’t going to be successful with Ron. That his two best friends were going to be ever so much more than that.



“I don’t know,” Blaise sighed. “That’s the problem.” Harry looked at his newfound friend and shook his head. “There’s something I have to tell you before we go any further.”



“Tell me anything,” Harry said.



Blaise squared his shoulders and took a deep breath. “You remember that I told you my mother had killed seven men,” Harry nodded. “Well, it would have been eight men. One got away. That one is my father.”



Harry scrunched his forehead so his eyebrows almost met in the middle.



“Who was that?” he had thought that Blaise was going to say that he was Lucius Malfoy’s love child and therefore that would make him and Draco half-brothers; that would explain the blue eyes. He was not expecting Blaise’s answer.



“I am the son of Severus Snape,” he said.



“What?”



“I didn’t believe it myself,” Blaise said. “It’s true, though. He and I did a paternity test on our second day at Hogwarts.”



Harry was silent. This was awkward. He could imagine the scenario in his head now, especially if his father was still alive.



”Hi, dad, meet my new friend. Blaise Zabini. He’s a Slytherin in my year but he’s decent.”



“No such thing as a decent Slytherin, son,” his father would reply coldly surveying the boy before him.



“You would think that wouldn’t you,” he would reply. “Especially as he’s Snape’s son. Oh well see you dad goodbye!”



Harry shook his head and a smile crept along his lips slowly. He actually had more of a reason to be friends with Blaise now. For the first time in his life Harry had actually wanted to rebel against his fathers thinking and attitude. He actually wanted to do things HIS way. If he wanted to be friends with Blaise then to hell with what his father and Sirius thought about it, it was his life not theirs!



He laid his head on the pillow and looked up in the night sky.



“Anyone else know?”



“Hermione, mia amour!”



“What?” Harry blinked.



“My love.”



“If you love her so much why don’t you fight for her?”



“And make her miserable? No,” Blaise sighed lying down and resting his head to turn to his companion. “That would be wrong, Harry. I can’t do that. Besides what if it’s Draco she’s in love with? Draco is a brother to me.”



Harry had a rather uncomfortable thought. “Or Snape?”



Blaise sighed. “I suppose it could be, couldn’t it?”



They heard the breaking of a twig and the rustling of leaves and immediately went silent. They thought it could be a fox.



“Hello, Mr Potter,” a silky voice said in the dark. “First thing first, let me assure you, Mr Potter, that I am not in love with your friend! And Blaise, I concur with Potter. If you love Miss Granger then fight for her!”



Harry craned his neck around and was staring up into the face of the most infamous Professor Hogwarts ever had.



“How long have you been standing there?” Harry asked.



“Long enough to hear everything. You two should keep quiet as you don’t know who might be listening first rule of thumb.”



“I don’t know who she’s in love with, dad,” Blaise said. Harry had to give his head a good hard shake. It was almost incongruous to think of Snape as a father.



“All right, so tell me, what’s going on in Hogwarts at the moment?”



Harry decided to build a fire and put a pot of water on to boil. He dragged out three mugs and placed teabags in them. Snape raised an eyebrow Potter’s way.



“Oh, when I received my first ten letters my Uncle went bonkers; he decided that being on the run was the best thing and he thought that Hogwarts would ignore me if they ignore Hogwarts. I learnt how to live out in the open a little then,” Harry sighed.



He looked at the two young men and smiled a little. Perhaps this was a far better revenge for Potter Sr. He could just see the look on his childhood tormentors face at the sight of their sons getting on so well together. When the tea was made Harry sat back.



“What do you want to know? We’re already on our second Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.”



“What?” Snape said.



“Yeah, and you know who it is, don’t you!” Blaise whispered in a conspiratorial tone. Snape was sipping his tea. “Lucius Malfoy!” Snape spat the tea out and the hot liquid landed on Harry’s face. Snape saw the glare but didn’t apologise. He’d wanted to do something like that for ages. He actually found it rather funny. Harry didn’t.



“Malfoy?” Snape asked. “What is he doing at Hogwarts?”



“Teaching, he’s already had me in detention,” Harry said. “At least you waited!”



Severus smirked a little and looked at the green-eyed man before him.



“I thought Miss Granger and Mr Weasley was a given thing, sign on the dotted line and all set?”



“That’s what we all thought but they had a major row about something; Ron did what Ron always does and made it worse by sleeping with Lavender Brown and now she’s pregnant. Now, due to that law, he has to marry her. Hermione and Ron are far better off being friends now I come to think about it.”



Severus sipped some more tea. He smiled a little at the thought of Lucius Malfoy teaching useless moronic dunderheads; maybe now the blond wonder would understand why he complained all the time.



“He’s even changed the rules in less than a week!” Blaise exclaimed. “Sixth and Seventh years can now wear what they want to wear and call the teachers by the first names. The teachers can also call the student by their first name.”



“Why her as an example, though?” Harry asked.



“Why who, Potter?” Snape asked.



“On the notice to illustrate the rule he said: Instead of Professor Malfoy saying Miss Granger he can now call her Hermione... and she in return can call him Lucius in the classroom. We had a lesson with him that very day and he partnered us up leaving Hermione for himself.”



Severus furrowed his brow. “CRAP!” he yelled.



“What?” Blaise asked his dad. “Burnt your tongue?”



“No,” Snape said. “We’ve got to get back to Hogwarts and soon.”



“Why?” Blaise said.



“Because I think I know who is in love with Miss Granger. He is not at Hogwarts to shape young minds that’s for damn sure. He’s there to shape a particular person to his tastes!” He switched looks between his son and Potter. “He has been going on for ages about having a younger wife. He didn’t love Narcissa and now she’s dead it’s easier for him.”



Harry choked on his tea. “Hermione would never let that blond prat near her!”



“You are not a young woman, Potter, you don’t know how powerful Lucius can be when it comes to women. He seduces them, and makes them fall in love with him, and then he breaks their heart.”



Harry scowled darkly and got out of his sleeping bag. He began rolling it up and placed it back in his bag. He cleared everything up.



“Well, what are you waiting for Blaise? Don’t you want to be there to pick up the pieces?”



“Unfortunately,” Snape said slowly. “It’s not as simple as that this time. He did become more obsessed with one particular woman. When I saw him last time his smile was so self-assured I could have sliced it off his face. He began to mention Miss Granger several times in the conversation. He kept asking me questions about what she was like; what I felt would work with her. I answered the questions as best I could based on my little knowledge of her. I obviously got her right,” he sighed. “A man doesn’t ask the kind of questions he was asking merely to receive a wonderful, singular night of pleasure.”



“So, you’re saying that he is actually in love with her?” Harry scoffed. “Blaise, come on, lets get back to Hogwarts. We can find her and tell her that it’s all a trick.” Harry turned to Snape and narrowed his eyes. “Why did you do this? Was it some form of revenge?”



“I had to act his friend, Potter,” Snape replied. “If I had an extra year believe me I would have done all I could to protect her. Malfoy, though, is the type of man to get what he wants. Whatever it is!”



Harry looked at Blaise. “Well! We can’t let him get away with it!”



Blaise shook his head. “Oh no,” he said. “No way!”



“What? You’re going to let Malfoy de la Creep touch her?”



“And what if you were in love with her and it was Sirius Black that had got there first?” Snape asked smoothly.



Harry slunk down on the floor. “I suppose I wouldn’t step in the way. But this is different. Malfoy is dangerous and evil and Sirius wasn’t!”



“Not to you, he wasn’t,” Snape replied waspishly. Harry hung his head; he supposed as far as Snape was concerned his Godfather was just as evil to him, as Dudley was to Harry.



“What are we going to do then?” Harry sighed.



“The only way to get Miss Granger away from Lucius is if I woo her myself,” Snape said coolly. “I have a letter from McGonnagall asking me to return anyway. Draco won’t hear of it, though. So, Blaise, you and I have got to stun him. You, Potter, stay here!”



“Woof woof!” Harry said sarcastically. Snape almost laughed.



“Good boy!” Harry glared at his former Potions Master with the same look of hatred as ever before. He didn’t like what Snape was insinuating in the last part of his speech. Did the greasy bastard have feelings for his friend? He shivered with disgust at that thought.



~*~*~



Lavender sighed. She had got an anonymous note to meet someone in the Trophy Room. She was sitting on one of the tables with her arms folded. She was angry enough as it was. Ron had refused to show up for dress fittings. She found him at the Castle in the Great Hall talking to that bushy haired monstrosity of a woman.



The door finally moved and someone slipped inside. A rather petite dark haired someone; this made Lavender’s heart pound in her chest and she brought out her wand.



“Who is it?”



“Possibly your worst nightmare,” a rather smug voice said in the dark.



“Oh, it’s you Parkinson,” Lavender sneered. She knew she was more of a match for this Slytherin.



“I wouldn’t be so blasé about this if I were you,” Pansy said. She walked up to the blonde haired witch and tutted.



“What is this about?”



“How long are you going to keep this up, Brown?” Pansy asked. “How long were you going to tear away a young man from a woman he truly loves all because you don’t like her?”



“Oh what do you know?”



“I know that it’s wrong to lie,” Pansy said. “I’ve always found the truth to be much more fun.”



“The truth is whatever you want it to be.”



“Hmm,” Pansy said. “What is the truth, Brown?”



“What do you mean?” Lavender sighed rolling her eyes.



“Who’s the real father of the baby? I know you were up to your boobs in Smith last year. I didn’t think that Ronald Weasley was your type!”



“Oh like he’s yours?” the Gryffindor sneered.



“He just might be,” Pansy said calmly. “Truthfully, I do happen to have a bit of a crush on him. I know that this baby isn’t his, is it? How many months are you?”



Lavender sniffed again. “Three!”



“I’d say you’re more like five, you’re beginning to grow a bit too rounded for three.”



“Like you know anything about this!”



“I am a woman,” Pansy said. “I know that you’re more than three months pregnant. So, adding it up in my head, I’d say that Zacharias Smith is the father of your child and not Ronald Weasley. I am sure that at the time he was dating Hermione Granger.”



“What’s it to you?”



Pansy looked idly at the trophy cabinet and opened the door; she picked up the Special Services medal with Ron’s name on it and sighed.



“How heroic,” she said dreamily. “Every woman desires a hero, you know. Is that what it was for you, Brown, a taste of hero?”



Lavender paled considerably. Pansy Parkinson was a Slytherin and she was more intellectual than she was at things like bribery.



“Zacharias Smith is the true father of the child,” Lavender said giving up easily. Pansy’s grin would have rivalled a Siamese cat.



Another door burst open and Ronald stormed through it shaking with uncontrollable anger.



“Give me back the engagement ring!”



“What? Ron, no, I love you! I really do!”



“Tough, now give me back the ring and tell Zacharias Smith that he’s lumbered with you for the rest of his life!”



Lavender sobbed as she twisted the ring off her finger and tossed it at Ron’s feet. She fled the scene sobbing. Ron bent down and picked up the ring and turned to look at Pansy.



“Thanks,” he said.



“Your welcome,” Pansy replied shrugging her shoulders. Ron grinned impishly.



“Study with me in the library after school tomorrow?”



“Why don’t we do something now?” Pansy asked. She slunk over to him swaying her hips seductively. She reached him and pressed her lips to his and he opened his mouth. She slipped her tongue inside and bumped him against the sink.



“I am going to enjoy this,” she purred as she untied her dressing gown and parted it to reveal a succulent naked body underneath. Ron’s eyes bulged out of their sockets, and that wasn’t the only part of his anatomy that bulged.



“Pansy – I thought that – well we -!” he stammered but she placed a finger on his lips and her dark eyes sparkled mischievously.



“I’m a Slytherin, Ronald, we’re opportunists!”

She took down his pyjama trousers and he made quick work of his top. Soon he was as naked as Adam to her Eve. She smiled as she circled around him.



“My, my, Ronald Weasley. Now I understand why there are so many of you around,” she whispered huskily. Draco was nothing like this. “I really am going to enjoy this.”



She placed her lips on his shoulder blades causing him to groan. She loved that sound. She placed her hand on his quivering member and it engorged at her touch.



“Pansy,” he choked out. “Please, don’t tease me!”



“Oh I promise I won’t, Ronald.”



He had always hated his full name up until now. She had a husky quality to her voice that just made his body heat turn up an extra degree or two.



“Pansy,” he whipped round. He picked up her legs and bumped her on the side. “We don’t have time in case Filch catches us!”



She nodded. He dipped his head and took one of her breasts in his mouth and she sighed. He smiled against her breast when he heard the sigh. He cupped the unoccupied breast in his large hand and started massaging the nipple between thumb and middle finger. She moaned with pleasure as he fondled her with hand and tongue. He swapped breasts. He then took a step back and looked into her dark eyes.



“You’re beautiful, Pansy!” he whispered hungrily. She blushed and giggled. He stepped forward closing the gap between them and tilted her chin up. “Just absolutely beautiful.”



He placed his mouth on hers and sucked her lower lip making her part her mouth. She involuntarily parted her legs. He felt a warm damp thing pressed against his stomach and he knew what that meant. He lifted her forward and placed the tip of his erection against her hot, welcome entrance.



He gently slid inside her pushing her forward causing her to sigh erotically.



“Now I definitely know why there are so many of you,” she murmured huskily as she pushed herself forward.



“Pansy,” Ron ground out. “Wow!”



He thrust forward making her groan louder. She moved rhythmically with his continuing thrusts. She dug her nails in his flesh and smirked a little as he heard her sigh vocally in his ear. He was strong; she’d give him that. She felt safe in his arms and – her eyes widened – she felt loved. That was a strange thought. Surely they were just acting on instinct. This was a thank you – albeit an extremely satisfying thank you, but a thank you none the less.



He ran his fingers through her short black hair. He thrust into her one last time; he came with that thrust. She screamed his name and tightened her vagina muscles around his shaft squeezing it for his seed. Her legs shuddered slightly and she smirked at him when they finished.



“Wow, Ronald Weasley,” she breathed.



“I know!” he grinned. “That was wonderful.”



She picked up her robe and put it on. He picked up his pyjama trousers and hitched them up; he slung his jacket on and did the buttons up. He knew his hair was mussed up and everyone – even Longbottom – would know what he had done as he had an inane grin on his face. Pansy Parkinson turned out to be the best sex he ever had.



“Same time tomorrow?” she asked.



“I thought we were supposed to be dating,” Ron said.



“This is dating for a Slytherin.”



“Is it?” Ron asked.



She giggled coquettishly and nodded her head. He wished that he was in Slytherin now if this was the way they dated.



“Tomorrow then,” she said huskily walking up to him and gave him a final kiss.



“Tomorrow.”



She walked out of the room and made her way down to her Common Room. She had never had it like that before. Was Ronald Weasley her true love?



A/N – Wow, not just any normal quickie was it? It was quite passionate. I hope not too many of you were squicked by that as I happen to like Ron and Pansy and the amount of stories I’ve read with them as a couple and do you think there was a smut scene? NO! So, I rectified that. And Snape is coming back to Hogwarts to woo Hermione away from Lucius... is Harry right? What will Draco do when he finds out his father is a teacher? What will he do when he finds out his father is having a relationship with Hermione? What will I do for the next chapter? Find out in the next exciting instalment of If You Go Down To The Woods Today.