CHAPTER 50
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Chapter 50 ~ Experiments
“Severus, let’s go down to the Spells lab and experiment a bit with your Harper magic. Find out what else you can do,” Hermione suggested, her eyes bright with excitement, the wizard’s previous transgressions all but forgotten.
Still a bit stunned at what he witnessed, Severus nodded, then followed the witch to the door leading to the labs and entered behind her. Hermione unwarded and opened the spells lab, then entered, Severus following.
“I think that your Harper magic works based on your intent while you are playing. Try to get it to do something else to me,” Hermione said, walking to the middle of the room.
Severus stared at her for a moment, then a rather wicked grin flickered across his face, and he lifted the violin into position, focusing his thoughts. Then he began to play a slow, sensuous melody. Immediately the golden notes sprang out from where his bow connected with the strings and surrounded Hermione at first, shimmering. Suddenly they converged on her, covering her body.
Hermione gasped.
“Oh…oh shit,” the witch breathed, writhing in pleasure as her core was stimulated as if someone were giving her oral sex. “Stop! Stop Severus!’ Hermione clamped her legs together but it didn’t help as the notes clung to her body. The Potions Master played several more bars, his black eyes glittering and a smirk on his face. Suddenly the witch let out a shriek and orgasmed.
“Yesssss,” the Potions Master breathed, lowering the bow, the notes fading away as Hermione stood there shuddering, her knickers soaked with her release. Severus looked at his violin appreciatively. Now this was a handy magic.
“Severus Snape…I told you to stop,” Hermione said, trying to sound angry as she drew her wand and scourgified herself.
“I did stop,” the wizard replied, his lip quirking.
“But not soon enough,” Hermione said, scowling at him.
Severus shrugged his shoulders.
“That’s a matter of opinion. Actually, I wanted to see how far the notes could go. It seems they go ‘all the way,’” the wizard said, trying looking innocent as he said the pun…as if that were possible. Severus always looked as if he were up to no good.
“I see I am going to have to tell you what to try,” Hermione said evenly, thinking the wizard might think about fucking her next time he played. That’s all she needed, to be penetrated by proxy with golden notes.
The witch looked at Severus who had a rather wicked gleam in his eyes. She’d fix that.
“Think about the notes protecting you,” the witch said with a nasty smirk, pulling out her wand. She’d only throw a stunner…but if it connected…oh well.
Severus scowled at her, knowing the witch was trying to get him back for the note-inspired orgasm. Shit, she should be pleased. But, at least she was talking to him. The wizard raised the violin again and began to play. The notes once again appeared, this time whirling around the wizard, forming a cylinder around his lean body as he played.
Hermione focused and cast a stunner at him. The hex bounced off, Hermione leaping aside to keep from being hit. Severus grinned from within the cylinder. Hermione frowned at him.
“Maybe I should try something stronger,” she suggested.
The wizard gave her a challenging look, playing a slow, taunting strain now.
Hermione frowned and cast the “Expelliamus” hex, careful to move aside as she did so. That hex was also cast aside. Hermione began to feel very excited.
“Severus, stop playing and cast a repelling spell around yourself. I want to try stronger hexes,” the witch said.
Severus stopped playing and the circling notes disappeared.
“I don’t think that would be a proper test, Hermione. We wouldn’t know if the spell was turned by the notes or the repelling spell. I can take a bit of pain for research,” the wizard replied.
Hermione nodded. He was right of course. Severus began to play again, the notes circling his body.
“Reducto!” Hermione cried, sending a powerful blast toward the wizard that should have blasted him off his feet. The hex bounced harmlessly off the spinning notes. Severus continued playing, a small smirk on his face.
“Amazing,” Hermione breathed. Again she pointed her wand.
“Incarceous!” she shouted, chains flying out of her wand tip. Several notes sprang out of the cylinder and blocked the chains before they could reach the wizard. The lengths of chain dropped harmlessly to the floor.
“Locomotor Mortis! Densaugeo! Diffindo! Incendio! Furnunculus! Impedimenta!”
Hermione fired spell after spell at the wizard. Not one got through. Finally, Hermione stopped, her chest heaving from her efforts. Severus stopped playing and the notes faded away. Once again he studied his violin and bow.
“Impressive,” he said shortly, looking up at Hermione who had a wild look in her eyes.
“Wait here,” she said, hurrying from the Spells lab. Presently she returned with a niffler. She placed it on the floor and cast a containment spell around the lab so the magical signatures of the spells cast wouldn’t be picked up by the Ministry. She looked at Severus, her eyes glittering.
“I want you to focus on protecting this niffler’s life,” she said to the wizard, drawing her wand.
Severus looked at the witch, who seemed overly-animated. He looked at the small furry creature standing on its hind legs and sniffing the air and focused on protecting it, bringing his instrument up and drawing his bow across it. Once again the golden notes flew out, surrounding the startled niffler, which began to squeak in fear. It couldn’t move from the cylinder swirling around it.
Hermione eyed the niffler, her eyes going dark. Her face contorted.
“Avada Kedavra!” she hissed, pointing the wand at the niffler. Both the animal and notes were bathed in the dread green light as Severus continued to play. After several seconds, Hermione stopped the curse, peering at the cylinder.
The niffler was unharmed, though pressed again the back of the cylinder greatly frightened.
Hermione turned to stare at Severus who stopped playing as the enormity of what just happened sank in. He could be protected and protect others from the Killing Curse…something considered impossible. The notes faded and Hermione scooped up the niffler, examining the animal closely. Not a hair was out of place.
“You can stop the Killing Curse,” Hermione said to the wizard in a low voice. “You can stop a curse that up to this point in time was considered unstoppable. You can protect others from an Unforgivable, Severus. The most deadly Unforgivable. This makes you one of the most powerful wizards that ever existed.”
Hermione and Severus stared at each other, the niffler wriggling in Hermione’s arms, recovered now.
“I don’t know about that,” Severus replied, lowering his violin and bow.
“I do, Severus,” Hermione said, awe in her voice as she looked at her Patron. “And this is only the beginning. We need to find out what else you can do,” the witch said, her eyes glittering hungrily as she looked at him.
Severus scowled at her.
“You’re looking at me like a lab project, Hermione…as if I am one huge niffler. I have no intentions on letting you poke and prod me, trying to find the source of my magic, witch. Though I do admit being interested in finding out the limits of this magic, we will not focus on this until we have dealt with the Dementors. That is my final word on this,” the wizard said firmly.
Hermione deflated a bit. Yes, she already had a very important project…but gods…Severus’ Harper powers were amazing and needed to be explored and documented. She had a thought.
“All right Severus…just one more test. One more. Then I will back off,” the witch said.
“What do you want me to do?” Severus asked her frowning.
Hermione put the niffler down. It began to scamper around the room, sniffing about.
“See if you can bind the niffler so it can’t move,” she said.
Severus looked at the hairy little rodent, then raised his instrument and bow. He began to play and the golden notes soared out and surrounded the niffler, who couldn’t move. Hermione looked extremely thoughtful.
“That’s enough,” she said.
Severus stopped playing and looked at the witch quizzically. What was going on in that brilliant little mind?
“I may need you to help me further with my project,” the witch said to him.
Severus sighed. As her patron he was bound to assist her if she needed assistance.
“I will make myself available,” he said.
Hermione picked up the niffler and exited the Spells lab. She walked into the Potions Lab and put the animal back in its cage. It chattered at her as she lowered the torches and exited. Severus was already on his way up the stairs. Hermione followed him, her mind going a thousand kilometers a second.
Severus walked into the living room and put his violin back in its case. Hermione watched him. The wizard straightened and looked at the witch. Her awe was visible. Severus looked at her.
“I’ve impressed you,” he said silkily.
Hermione blinked and started.
“You’ve always impressed me, Severus…but this…my gods,” she said.
Severus’ eyes swept over the witch and suddenly he wanted her under him. Normally he would just walk up to her, catch her by the arm and drag her to his bedroom…but after the slap, he was hesitant. He did manhandle her quite often. This meant he would have to ask her to come to his bed. He had done it before, but not under these circumstances. He really wasn’t sure if she had forgiven him.
But Hermione was completely taken by the wizard again. Gods, he was so powerful. Like many women, Hermione was attracted to power, though with her it wasn’t that obvious. But the idea of a wizard of Severus’ caliber being attracted to her was quite arousing, and her amber eyes were a bit hot as she looked at him. She wanted to engage the wizard.
Severus saw the look in her eyes and realized immediately she wanted him, despite what happened earlier. She looked a little star-struck actually. The wizard went for it, walking up to the witch and taking her gently by the arm.
“Would you mind indulging a Harper, Miss Granger?” he asked her silkily, “I would like to make another kind of music with you. I know what strings to pluck.”
Hermione felt a strong pulse of desire in her lower belly. The hell with maintaining an attitude. The wizard was delicious and she wanted him. She gave Severus a smile of consent, and the wizard escorted her to his bedroom, opening the door for her and letting her walk through, rather than pushing her in.
He was learning.
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Four days later, Hermione moved about the Potions lab excitedly as she prepared to feed the first niffler the Dementor elixir. She picked up the cage containing the unfortunate creature, a dropper, her journal and her wand, then moved to her spells lab, where there was more room. She sat the cage on the counter, then closed the door.
She picked up the dropper which was filled with the proper dosage to turn the niffler, took a deep breath and thrust it into the cage. One thing about nifflers, they would drink anything, no matter how bad it tasted. This one was familiar with droppers and walked right up to it and drank down the elixir as Hermione squeezed the dropper until every bit was downed.
The witch sat down on a stool and watched the niffler intently.
At first nothing happened. Hermione began to wonder if she had miscalculated the dosage. Then the niffler let out a terrible squeal and began shuddering. Its fur began to fall out in patches and its flesh took on a gray, mottled pallor. Hermione watched with horror as the little creature’s eyes dropped back, leaving hollows, its teeth retracted and its mouth grew larger vertically. Suddenly it rose from the floor, dangling. Its paws were larger and the claws long and black. It turned its face toward her and hissed, drifting mid-air. It looked frightening. Suddenly it began to keen loudly, bumping against the bars.
Hermione quickly ran back to the Potions lab and removed another niffler from its cage. She petted it as she brought it back to the Spells lab.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she placed it in the cage with the Dementor niffler, which turned toward it, hissing with excitement.
The niffler’s eyes widened and it squealed with fear, backing up against the bar on its hind legs. The Dementor niffler drifted closer slowly. Hermione could see tendrils of spirit being drawn from the sacrificial niffler, and the creature slumping a bit, its eyes glazing.
Suddenly the Dementor niffler darted forward, locking its long mouth over the niffler’s muzzle. The stricken animal twitched as its spirit was drawn out of it. After a few minutes, the niffler Dement released it and it fell, eyes open and empty, but breathing shallowly.
The niffler Dementor drifted away, breathing heavily, and settled in a corner, seeming sated. Hermione stared at it for several moments, then began to write in her journal. She had succeeded in creating a Dementor. Now she needed to find out if she could get the spirit back out of it and restore the fallen one.
She would start on that tomorrow.
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A/N: Wow. Severus’ powers are something else. I bet Hermione got off big time. Severus is a living breathing magic project she can REALLY immerse herself in. loll. It figures his first conscious act would be to give her an orgasm. : snort::: And how about that creepy little Dementor niffler. :::shudder::: Well, please review.