Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 97 ~ Changes in the Making

Mathias wasted no time sharing his new-found sexual knowledge with Andreas, drawing a diagram of a pussy, pointing out the important parts and instructing him with the same headings his father used.

Andreas listened intently, his eyebrows raised. He didn't have a pensieve but Mathias described both scenarios in such detail that by the time he finished both boys had huge erections. Then he realized Andreas could see the blue pensieve by occlumency and they did that too, which made their ample erections even more ample.

"Gods, I wish I could just do it already," Mathias complained as he tried to adjust his boxers. "But Jasmine doesn't know I know she's supposed to be Voldemort's consort yet. I'm still going to give her a chance to tell me."

Andreas looked thoughtful, and a million miles away. Suddenly he spoke.

"I will not need one of those headings," he informed Mathias.

"What do you mean?" the wizard asked him.

"Dana is not a virgin. I won't have to deflower her," the black wizard said, "I will only have to be good. Now that I know all this, I think I can be very good."

"She told you that?" Mathias asked him.

Mathias thought it would make him uncomfortable to know someone else had fucked a witch he wanted when he was still a virgin. It would be like he was in competition with a ghost. Andreas didn't seem to mind, however.

The wizard shook his head.

"No, she didn't tell me, but I know," Andreas said, "I saw a small part of it when I spoke to her last. She knows I want her, and it came into her mind very clearly as if jumping out at me. I think she will tell me before we do it, but it doesn't matter."

Andreas had been walking Dana to her classes daily and being very attentive to the witch. He had yet to take her out. She wanted to go to Hogwarts and have lunch at Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop. Andreas groaned inwardly at this. All that pink. But, like most men in lust, he capitulated. He was supposed to take her this coming Saturday. He was hoping he could get a kiss from her. He was sure once she kissed him, she would find him irresistible and it would speed up the fucking process. Andreas wanted to take the witch before they faced Voldemort. He didn't want to die a virgin.

"Knowing she wasn't a virgin would make me nervous. What if the wizard she was with was better than you?" Mathias asked Andreas.

"He won't be. I will do everything," the wizard replied.

Mathias looked at Andreas with his eyebrows raised.

"Everything? Even lick her?" Mathias asked him.

Andreas nodded.

"I watched the cattle mate when I visited my grandparents. The bulls do it to the cows before they take them…so it is natural. Your father said it makes witches meltdown. I want Dana to meltdown for me," the wizard said matter-of-factly.

Mathias hoped he could make Jasmine meltdown without having to do that. He still hadn't come to terms with it.

Andreas looked at Mathias.

"Mathias…did it ever occur to you that Jasmine might not want you to deflower her?" Andreas asked the wizard.

Mathias looked at him, blinking. He really hadn't thought of that. He was thinking it was the most logical way to handle the situation of keeping Voldemort from fucking the witch, and that Jasmine would go along with it because it was so logical. Despite what she said to him the night he kissed her, Mathias knew Jasmine liked him in the way witches liked wizards. But Andreas was right. She still might say no.

And since Jasmine felt she was destined to be Voldemort's consort…she wouldn't even consider letting him court her. Maybe he should take advantage of their training. Use the physical contact between them to try and arouse her.

No. That wouldn't be right, and might make her angry. She'd think he was a pervert. Making Jasmine angry wouldn't help. Mathias already knew that contact with the witch would feel different since he viewed the pensieve. He was going to have a hard enough time maintaining control of his own reactions without trying to induce reactions in her.

"If she says no, I will have to make her see reason, Andreas. I'll have to tell her about the ROR and what happened," Mathias said. "I am also going to have to tell her our plan to kill Voldemort and that we have to go with her in order to try and do it. If we fail, Andreas, I don't want him to take her still."

"If he kills us, he'll probably kill her too, Mathias. I don't think he will want to fuck her after he learns she brought us with her," Andreas said.

"I just want to be sure," Mathias said soberly.

"When are you going to tell your father about our plan?" Andreas asked him.

"After we perfect the attack in the ROR. Then we can let him watch what we plan to do, rather than tell him. If he sees there is a chance we will be successful, he might not try to stop us," Mathias said.

Andreas nodded.

"Yes, but there is still the issue of just how we will get into Voldemort's chambers," Andreas said. "We can't just walk into his stronghold. We have to know how we are going to do that before we present the plan to your father," Andreas said.

"I already have the answer to that, I think," Mathias said. "Mum's going to help us. Or one of mum's inventions she was working on when she got replaced at the Ministry. It was a private project. A charm for the Aurors that could conceal them and their signatures so they could do surveillance or ambushes. She had me help her test them one weekend when dad brought me by for a few hours."

"She turned herself into a book and a piece of parchment. I had to try and find her magical signature both times. I couldn't because the charm dampens it. She was undetectable. It works like transformation but the power to transform comes from the charm. The wearer can turn into an inanimate object until he needs to reveal himself."

"That's perfect," Andreas said, smiling broadly. "We can be jewelry or something. Jasmine can wear us."

"Yes. But the charms are at mum's house, locked up in her lab. I'm going to have to break her wards and steal them. It's going to be hard because she'll have her signature on them…but I've broken her wards before."

"How soon can you do this?" Andreas asked him.

"I don't know. I have to see what mum's going to do first. But I think since she doesn't work for the Ministry anymore, she's probably going to work on solving the riddle of the Dark Mark. Most likely she'll forget about the charms for a while. She's like that when she'd focused on something else," Mathias said.

He knew his mother. He looked at Andreas.

"You know something? I think it's better mum doesn't work for the Ministry anymore. Now she can sell her spells to them and get residuals, like dad does for his potions. She'll make more money," Mathias said, "They were really stupid to let her go."

"It is a good thing they did, or the DKV would still be in power," Andreas said.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Mathias called in his deepest, most unfriendly voice.

"It's Jasmine," came the irritated reply. She hated when Mathias answered the door like that.

Both boys were at half-mast now, and Andreas was wearing his robes. But Mathias was in his boxers and his erection began to grow again.

"Shit," he hissed. "Wait a minute, Jasmine."

Jasmine crossed her arms and tapped her foot, scowling. Andreas and Mathias always made her feel as if they had secrets they were hiding from her.

Severus had told Mathias to think of something disturbing to calm himself. He hated to do it, but he brought the image of Voldemort killing his parents to mind. The image was heartbreakingly clear, and his body quickly wound down. He pulled on a pair of sweat pants for extra coverage, then nodded at Andreas to open the door.

Jasmine stalked in and looked at both boys suspiciously.

"What were you doing?" she asked them, looking from one to the other with narrowed eyes.

Both boys shrugged, not knowing what to say to the irate witch.

Mathias liked to see Jasmine all riled up. Her eyes flashed, her cheeks flushed and her mouth pursed as if for a kiss. And she got very snarky.

Jasmine knew they weren't going to tell her anything.

"Your father wants you and Andreas to come to his rooms. Your mother's there, and the Headmaster and a couple of other staff members and they are having a little celebration about your mum's acquittal," Jasmine said, deflating a little.

Mathias noticed this. He shifted to aura view and saw that she was feeling left out and alone. He shifted back.

"You're coming, aren't you Jasmine?" Mathias asked as he retrieved his robes out of his wardrobe.

"I was invited…but I don't really think I should go…my father was the one who caused all your mother's problems, Mathias," Jasmine said quietly.

Mathias scowled at her as he fastened his robes.

"You're not your father, Jasmine. You're one of my closest friends. You're coming with us," he said in a commanding, no nonsense voice.

Jasmine put her hands on her hips as Andreas got out of the way.

"Mathias Snape, how dare you try to order me about as if you…you…owned me!" she sniped.

Mathias nodded slightly to Andreas, who opened the door and exited, leaving it open.

Mathias finished fastening his robes and looked at Jasmine imperiously. Suddenly his hand shot out and he grabbed her wrist tightly, twisting her arm around her back and wrapping his arm around her throat, pulling her back against him. He'd caught the witch off-guard. She made a few efforts to break his hold, but Mathias was still more skilled than she was. If he got the upper hand on her, he usually kept it.

The wizard placed his lips close to her ear, sniffing her hair a little.

"Right now I do own you, Jasmine Malfoy," he said rather silkily, "And I swear I will walk you through the common room in front of everyone just like this if you don't agree to come with us to my mother's celebration. We can't be a trio without you. Now, promise you'll come."

Mathias couldn't help but notice how soft her buttocks felt against him and he quickly pulled his hips back, because he was reacting to having her in such a compromising position. He was very tempted to move her hair out of the way and kiss her neck, remembering what his father had said about witches' throats.

Jasmine sighed.

"All right. I'll go. Now let go of me," she said. She didn't sound so angry anymore.

Jasmine really did want to go to the celebration. She was glad Mathias' mother got off. Knowing Mathias really wanted her there made her feel more welcome, even if he did have to literally twist her arm to make her go.

Mathias released her then strode past her to the door, where he stopped.

"Well, get moving witch," he said, gesturing towards the open door.

Jasmine scowled at him and stalked past, her nose in the air.

Mathias smirked and followed, closing the door and warding it behind them.

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Hermione and Albus were huddled in a corner talking in low tones when Mathias, Jasmine and Andreas arrived. A buffet table with a number of finger foods was set up in Severus' study, and there were a number of chairs scattered about. Another table held libations. A banner that read, "Congratulations, Hermione!" was draped from corner to corner over the fireplace. Almost the entire Hogwarts staff was present, chatting and enjoying themselves.

The Potions Master was leaning against his liquor cabinet, scowling at the staff members milling about his private rooms. He had never suffered an invasion like this before becoming involved with Hermione. He knew it was a special occasion, but still. He glanced over at the witch who was in a deep conversation with Albus and his scowl grew blacker. He had wanted to celebrate her victory in a completely different way.

Mathias looked around the room.

"Dad must hate this," he thought to himself.

He saw his father scowling in the direction of his mother.

"Yep. He hates it all right," the young wizard thought, smirking a little.

The Potions Master was not a social man. Only Hermione could make him accept a bunch of people in his rooms. Well, Hermione and Albus. This little celebration had been the Headmaster's idea. Severus couldn't very well say no.

Albus and Hermione shook hands and parted, both beaming. Hermione's amber eyes fell on Mathias, who cringed a little.

"Here it comes," he thought as his mother bustled toward him, pulled him down and planted a couple of kisses on his pale face.

"Hi mum. Congrats on not moving into Azkaban," he said, a bit red at being publicly kissed like a baby by his mother, but giving her a smirk anyway.

Hermione laughed.

"Thank you, Mathias," she said. Then she turned to Andreas and Jasmine.

"Hello you two," she said, smiling at the pair.

"Hello Miss Granger," Andreas said, bowing slightly to her. "Congratulations on your victory."

Hermione liked Andreas. He had beautiful manners.

"Thank you, Andreas," she said.

Her eyes fell on Jasmine. She was such a lovely girl. She wondered what kind of problems she had being a Malfoy. One thing was for sure…she was nothing like her father.

Jasmine stepped forward.

"Yes, congratulations, Miss Granger," she said, her eyes shining wetly.

"Thank you, Jasmine," Hermione said, taking her hand. "I'm glad it's over."

Jasmine nodded.

Severus watched Hermione interact with Mathias and his friends, wondering what she and Albus were talking about. The witch pointed to the buffet and libations tables, evidently telling the youngsters to help themselves, then walked toward him.

Hermione took one look at the Potions Master's expression and put her hands on her hips.

"Really Severus. You're the host. Stop looking so disgusted," she chided him.

"But I am disgusted. Look at all these people gadding about, spilling pumpkin juice and liquor all over my floors, dropping bits of food. I'm going to get roaches," he muttered. "I'll be glad when they leave. Then we can celebrate in the proper fashion."

Hermione looked up at him with a rather sober expression.

Severus' scowl got darker.

"What?" he asked. He wasn't going to let her deny him a celebratory fuck.

"Um, I won't be here tonight, Severus. The trial's over now, so I'm going to go," she said softly.

"Go?" Severus echoed. "Go where?"

"Home, Severus. You know…that place where I live," she replied.

The Potions Master looked at her. He had become used to Hermione in his bed every night. He hadn't thought she'd leave so soon.

"Why tonight? Can't you leave tomorrow? In the morning?" he asked her a bit angrily.

Hermione shook her head.

"Severus, I am grateful that you took me in…but…you haven't been off me since I got here. It's as if I were your private little joy doll. I'm exhausted. I want to get a full night's sleep," she said. "I haven't had one in over a week."

"I'll let you sleep," the Potions Master lied.

Hermione arched an eyebrow at him. They both knew that wasn't true. Severus seemed unable to spend a night with Hermione without fucking her. Hermione would try to protest, but Severus was very persuasive.

"I only want a little bit, witch," he'd purr at her as he kissed and caressed her until she gave in.

Well, Hermione wanted her body and her control back. The sexual domination of Hermione Granger was officially over. At least until she felt randy again.

"I'm going, Severus," Hermione said. "Anyway, I have to make preparations to close up the house for a while."

"Close the house? Whatever for?" the wizard asked her, somewhat alarmed. Was she going someplace?

"Albus has offered me a paying position as a researcher for the Order, and I've accepted it. I will be moving into the private rooms adjoining the lab in the infirmary here at Hogwarts. Poppy has agreed to let me work on solving the Dark Mark problem with her as my subject," Hermione said.

Severus eyebrow quirked. This was an excellent development on a couple of levels. Firstly, Hermione would be back on the job. She was an excellent researcher and Spells Mistress. With a dedicated effort, she might be able to crack the spell on the mark. Secondly, she would be at Hogwarts with her own private rooms…much more available to him. He could floo to her rooms. Still, he would like one more night with the witch. Life was about to become very busy for the both of them.

"This is a wonderful development, Hermione," he said to her, and he meant it. "However, with all that will be happening, it may be some time before we can be intimate again."

"That will only make it sweeter when we are," the witch replied, walking away from him to mingle with the other staff members.

Well. That was that. Hermione had her power back.

The Potions Master walked over to the buffet and plucked a small chicken wing from a platter. He bit into it, watching the witch as he chewed.

She really was an amazing woman.

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A/N: All right. We now know a bit more about how Mathias and Andreas intend to handle Voldemort, and that they intend to let Severus know their plan after they've perfected it. They intend to leave Hermione out of the loop…and that really might be for the better. Worry might interfere with her finding the solution to the Mark. Mathias certainly gets a bit rough when he wants his way, doesn't he? He has also realized the one-sided nature of his plans to deflower Jasmine. Andreas is working on Dana slowly, courting her as she wished and Hermione is leaving Severus' domicile while she still has a lining. Lol. Please review.