CHAPTER 47
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Chapter 47 ~ Another Morning After
Hermione and Severus had a late brunch together, eggs, Iberico ham, toast and jam along with some fresh fruit, milk, pumpkin juice and coffee. The elf offered plenty of fluids…he knew they both needed replenishing after their night of good in-outie.
Severus debated whether or not to tell Hermione Harry came by, and exactly how much to tell the witch if he did. The wizard decided to give her the abridged version. More than likely she would see Harry sooner or later, and be furious Severus didn’t tell her he came by.
“Mr. Potter stopped by this morning while you were sleeping,” Severus said matter-of-factly, taking a sip of coffee as he looked over the Daily Prophet.
Hermione put down her fork, her eyes wide.
“He did? What did he want?” she asked the wizard, “Why didn’t you wake me?”
Severus leveled his eyes on her.
“I didn’t wake you because you needed your rest for one, and secondly I saw no reason for you to jump up and go running to him after the way he treated you. You were a good friend to Harry, Hermione, and he tossed you aside for being honest. However, I believe he came here to apologize,” the wizard said, scowling a little at the joy in Hermione’s eyes. “He will be sending you an owl when he wants to get together with you.”
“An owl? Maybe I should go over there,” Hermione said.
Severus frowned at her.
“You most definitely should not go over there unless he asks you to,” the wizard replied darkly. “In fact, you should give him the cold shoulder for a while considering how he treated you.”
”I’m not like that,” Hermione said, “Not towards Harry at least.”
Severus snorted.
“More’s the pity,” the wizard replied, finishing his coffee.
Hermione was still on the front page of the Prophet, her picture much smaller…but the reward was up to fifteen hundred galleons for information leading to finding her.
The witch decided to change the subject from Harry, and studied the wizard, feeling a bit of heat as she thought about the night they shared. Severus had been wonderful, intense and passionate, giving her orgasm after orgasm, making her feel as if she were the most special witch in the world and that she totally belonged to him. Her eyes glazed over a bit.
Severus felt her eyes on him and looked around the paper to see the witch’s eyes unfocused and hot. He smirked. The wizard knew she was thinking about last night. He had been good to her, and once or twice received a ‘standing ovation’ for his performance. His own eyes heated up as he remembered how the witch responded to him, clinging to him and curling her petite body around his, whispering his name as he took her. He felt a throb as his cock remembered as well.
“Experiencing a mental replay of last night witch?” he crooned at her.
Hermione colored. It was a miracle she could still blush.
“A little,” she said softly, dropping her eyes as the wizard looked at her intensely.
Severus felt he could spend the rest of the day sequestered in the bedroom with the witch, taking her over and over again. Last night had been amazing…and a part of him didn’t want it to end. Yet, he needed to remain disciplined. The witch had already made him lose much of his resolve concerning her. He couldn’t just let his desire for her bring him to his knees. No matter how delicious she was. Plus, he doubted if he had any come left to even fulfill an orgasm. Hermione had drained him.
Hermione began to eat again, forcing herself not to stare at the wizard. For the first time since being with the Potions Master, Hermione didn’t have any powerful aches. She felt a delicious burn from the friction of his cock penetrating her so much, but the cramping ache that normally followed a night of sex with him was not in evidence, because he had taken his time and not brutalized her. It felt a bit strange not having to guzzle down a couple of vials of purple potion.
The witch felt as if the wizard had fixed what was wrong with her. Not that she wouldn’t want rough, consuming sex any longer, because she did love it. But it didn’t have to always be that way now…at least, not with Severus. It was as if he knew her body inside and out, and what to do to make it feel wonderful. Hermione doubted another wizard could make her feel the way the Potions Master could, whether gentle or powerful. She wouldn’t mind spending the rest of the day in his strong arms…but she doubted she had enough fluids left to even have an orgasm.
They finished their breakfast in silence, then Severus retired to his desk to look over receipts and record them in his ledger, while Hermione curled up with Damius’ journal. The couple sat in companionable silence, neither feeling alone.
Suddenly Eli burst through the kitchen.
“Master! Master there is a crowd of people outside trying to break through the wards!” the elf squealed, running to the window and looking outside. Both Hermione and Severus rose and hurried over to the windows, pulling aside the curtains and peering out.
In front of Severus’ house, hordes of reporters and photographers milled about, bulbs flashing as photos were taken of the house. Several wizards had their wands out, attempting to break the ward that protected the Potions Master’s home. Severus scowled blackly, wrapped his robes around himself and started for the door.
“Severus! What are you doing?” Hermione asked him.
“These wizards are trying to gain entrance to my abode without permission. I must protect my home and my privacy,” the wizard grimaced, pulling the door open and storming out.
The minute the reporters saw Severus they started shouting questions. More flashbulbs flashed as the scowling wizard stood on his porch.
“Professor Snape, do you have Hermione Granger in your home?” one reporter shouted.
“Are you her patron?” another cried
“Where is Harry Potter?”
Severus eyed the reporters, his black eyes resting on several still trying to crack his ward. The wizard pulled out his wand and fired a repelling blast toward them, and they flew back into the crowd, twenty or thirty people falling to the ground because of the collision.
“Leave my wards alone!” Severus shouted at them. “They are there for a reason. I have let you all know that in order for me to grant an interview, I will have to be paid for it. That requirement hasn’t changed. As to Miss Granger’s whereabouts, it is up to the witch to reveal it. Most likely she doesn’t want to be beset upon by you literary vultures. Now, I am giving you one minute to depart from in front of my door, or I will start blasting!”
The reporters all looked at each other, then at Severus.
“You don’t have any right to withhold information, Professor. The public has a right to know!” a voice rose up from the middle of the crowd.
“I have a right to my privacy, and to be compensated for information that will make your papers galleons. I find it quite unfair that you believe I should not earn a return on information that will in turn sell your papers,” Severus said. Then he thought about something…some free advertising.
“I can tell you this however. Miss Granger and I will shortly be releasing a docu-pensieve that will tell and show the entire story concerning Mr. Harry Potter in the near future. Now, depart my premises,” the wizard said darkly, holding his wand at the ready.
The reporters milled about mutinously. Surely the wizard was yanking their robes. He wouldn’t dare attack the press.
They didn’t know Severus Snape. When the minute passed, the wizard calmly walked down the stairs and began stunning reporters and photographers. There would be a rather nasty story about him in the Prophet the next day, but the wizard didn’t give a damn about that as he singed the robes of fleeing newspaper wizards. They all began to disapparate and after ten minutes, all was quiet again. Severus returned to the house, Hermione staring at him wide-eyed.
“Severus…you can’t attack the press!” she said to the wizard as he straightened his robes. He looked at her, his black eyes glittering.
“As far as I’m concerned, Hermione…the press attacked me by attempting to break through my wards and not dispersing when I asked them to,” the Potions Master replied.
“But Severus, they weren’t on your property. You don’t own the street,” the witch replied, “You can get in trouble for what you’ve done. They could send Aurors and arrest you.”
“As I said Hermione, several of the reporters were trying to break my wards and were part of that crowd. I was merely defending my home. If they had simply been in the street, there would have been no problem,” the wizard said evenly. “I gave ample warning. They chose to challenge me.”
Hermione shook her head.
“I hope you’re right, Severus…otherwise I’m going to have to come down to the Ministry and bail you out…and that will make me an easy target of the reporters,” the witch said.
“You could always leave me there. Albus will get me out if necessary,” Severus replied.
“No. I couldn’t stand the idea of you locked up even for an hour,” Hermione said.
Severus looked at the worried witch and his scowl softened.
“If I were to spend a few months in Azkaban, then you would be left to your own devices, undisturbed by my advances, Hermione,” he said softly. “Your days and nights would be your own completely.”
Hermione suddenly walked up to him, her body inches from his own as the wizard looked down at the witch.
“I welcome your advances,” Hermione replied, “Life would be so much less without them, Severus. Without you.”
The wizard stared at Hermione for a moment.
“You make me wish to continue what we started last night, witch…against my better judgment,” the Potions Master said silkily. “You are becoming far too…influencing.”
Hermione looked up at him, her belly flipping over as his dark eyes met hers. Gods, she had it so bad for the pale wizard. Slowly, she took his hand, raised it and pressed her lips against the slightly calloused palm, then turned her head so it caressed her cheek.
“Then let’s listen to your not-so-better judgment,” she breathed, looking up at him with soft eyes.
The wizard’s jaw tightened as he underwent an internal battle. He had kicked Harry Potter’s ass for the witch this morning…and drove off the reporters for her sake and not his own. To the victor went the spoils…
”Damn you, witch,” he snarled as his resolve broke, sweeping Hermione into his arms and stalking down the hallway into his bedroom.
Considering the way the wizard reacted, more than likely the witch was in for a very ardent, old-fashioned encounter this time.
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Severus and Hermione spent the entire weekend in bed…the first time the wizard had ever allowed himself to indulge in such a manner with a witch. They alternated between fucking, making love, eating, sleeping and showering. No Aurors showed up, though a few disillusioned paparazzi set up in various locations around the Potions Master’s house hoping to catch a glimpse of Hermione.
Severus departed late Sunday night, kissing the witch goodbye passionately, reluctant to leave her. He tried not to show it, but Hermione could see it in the wizard’s eyes. This weekend had sealed it. Hermione knew Severus felt more than a patron towards her for certain.
Now, how to get him to admit it?
The witch slept in Severus’ bedroom that night, and every night that followed, breathing in his scent as she slept. This was where she belonged now. If he didn’t like it, he could simply tell her to return to her own bedroom when he returned.
Somehow, Hermione knew he wouldn’t do that.
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A/N: A little wind down chapter. Now we can get on to the niffler Dementors and all that good adventure stuff. Please review.