Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 71 ~ Striking Up a Bargain

Isadora left shortly after Severus told her he would think about helping Remus. Hermione waddled her to the door, as Severus continued to work on his marking. Hermione took both of her mother-in-law’s hands in hers.

“Don’t worry, Isadora,” she said, “I’m going to work on him.”

Isadora smiled at her daughter-in-law, thinking Hermione really should have been a Slytherin if the glow in her eyes was any indication of just how she was going to influence her son.

“Thank you my dear,” Isadora said, kissing Hermione on her cheek. “Good luck.”

“Luck won’t have anything to do with it,” Hermione replied, grinning.

Isadora laughed and left, shaking her head as she apparated.

Hermione closed the door and walked/waddled back into the living room. She stood there, eyeing her husband. Severus felt her looking at him and looked up at her rather suspiciously. She was up to something…he was sure of it.

“Is there a particular reason you are looking at me as if I was a large banana chip?” he asked her, having a pretty good idea why she was looking at him this way.

It was ‘influence my husband’ time. And that meant he was probably about to get a blowjob.

The Potions Master felt a pulse in his loins at the idea of it. If he was right, he’d get a little payback for the chucklefest his wife had put him through this morning. Yes, Hermione was pregnant…but she could take a little punishment…just enough to ease his need for vindication until he could do it right.

“I was thinking you might want to take a break,” she said softly. He could hear the honey in her voice.

“A break?” he asked, pretending he had no idea what she was planning. “What kind of break?”

“I’ll show you if you come to the bedroom with me,” she replied.

He looked at her for a moment, then made an expression of dawning understanding. It was rather exaggerated, but Hermione didn’t seem to notice the difference. She was rather heated.

“Oh,” Severus said, “That kind of break.”

Hermione nodded, smiling rather sexily. Severus sat there a moment, then rose, his eyes rather narrowed.

“You are going to try and to influence me to agree to my mother’s wishes, aren’t you Hermione?” he asked her, walking around his desk and gliding toward her, his black eyes glittering.

“Possibly,” she replied, her amber eyes glowing.

He looked down at her.

“It will take one hell of a blowjob to make any difference in my decision, if it makes a difference at all. I’m not going to promise you anything wife. As much as witches believe wizards are controlled by their cocks, I assure you…I am one wizard who is not,” he said evenly.

Actually, Severus might have been more amenable to Hermione’s ‘influence’ if she hadn’t turned him into a hyena that morning. He was still angry about that, and her giving him a blowjob was seen more as an opportunity to give her some payback, rather than her having an influence on him. He planned to make her work so hard her jaw would be aching. He would probably fuck her as well. Not the way he wanted or she deserved but still…

“So, do you want to take a break with me or not?” Hermione asked him, a little crossly now.

He didn’t seem to want to be cooperative with her. She liked to think that she could control the dark wizard somewhat…and she could to an extent under normal circumstances, but in this case they both had ulterior motives and that was what took her power away.

Severus heard the note of anger in her voice. Good. He wanted her angry. He planned to make he angrier.

“If I go with you, Hermione…your wand stays out here. I don’t want you hexing me if things don’t go the way you want,” he said, scowling at her. “I’ve had enough hexing for one day.”

Hermione realized that Severus was angry about her hexing him this morning. How could she have overlooked that? She’d be hard pressed to influence him in any way until he felt vindicated for what she’d done to him. In other words, her husband had a grudge against her. There was only one way to satisfy Severus when he had a grudge and she would be able to do nothing to please him until he felt he had paid her back in full.

But she was pregnant. How bad could he be?

“You’re angry at me for hexing you this morning,” she said quietly.

“Right in one,” he said, his dark eyes fixed on her soberly.

“What would I have to do to make it up to you…so you’ll think about helping Remus in a better light?” she asked him.

He looked at her.

“You can’t do it now,” he said shortly.

“Maybe I can. What do you want?” she asked him again.

Severus studied her. The little minx was trying to bargain with him. So she was, was she?

“Think ‘pillory’,” he said.

Shit. He wanted to fuck her in the ass.

Hermione looked at her husband and thought about this. She looked at the fireplace.

“Severus, our floo is hooked into Hogwarts’ network, correct?” she asked him.

“Yes,” he said, “Why?”

“Could I connect with Poppy from here?” she asked him, “Could I talk to her?”

“I don’t see why not, if you say Hogwarts Infirmary,” he replied.

Hermione walked over to the floo and picked up some floo powder. She threw it in, Severus watching her.

“Hogwarts Infirmary,” she said to the floo. It turned green.

“Poppy?” she called loudly. “Poppy?”

After a few moments, the medi-witch responded.

“Yes? Who is it?” she called back.

“It’s Hermione. Are you alone? I need to ask you something personal. Concerning sex,” Hermione called to her.

Severus’ eyebrows rose.

Poppy was silent for a moment, though Hermione and Severus could hear her bustling about.

“Yes, I’m alone now, Hermione. What do you need to know?” the healer asked, her voice just a bit high.

Hermione took a deep breath.

“Poppy, is anal sex safe for a witch as far along as I am?” she asked the medi-witch, blushing furiously.

Poppy didn’t respond for a full minute. Hermione imagined she was turning all manner of colors at her question. Severus stood listening for the answer.

“Anal intercourse causes no direct harm to the baby. The child is well away from the anal cavity,” Poppy responded rather tightly.

“Thank you. That’s all I wanted to know,” Hermione said, her face red.

“You’re welcome, Hermione,” Poppy said, in that same tight voice.

After a moment the flames turned red again.

Hermione turned to look at Severus.

“You heard Poppy,” she said quietly, “She said it would be all right.”

Severus just looked at her for a moment.

“I still expect my blowjob,” he said shortly.

“What ever you want, Severus. Then will you help Remus?” she asked him.

“I said I’d think about it, Hermione,” Severus said with some irritation. What was it about that werewolf that made witches want to jump through hoops for him? “That’s all I’m willing to promise you.”

Perhaps he’d change his mind after he worked out his anger.

“All right,” Hermione said, waddling toward the hallway and heading for the bedroom.

Severus watched her waddle away into the serpent’s den, a small smirk of victory on his face.

When she entered the room, he followed.

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A/N: Short chapter. Got tired…have to take a nap. I will finish this scene tonight. Kind of tense bargaining though. Severus isn’t playing around.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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