Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 74 ~ A Quick Glimpse into Five Lives

Marcus lay in bed naked from the waist up, comfortable in his smiley-faced boxers and leafing through the want ads and advertisement section of the Daily Prophet. As his violet eyes scanned the page, they stopped on a small two-inch ad. It read.

The contact line glowed slightly, meaning that a message would be sent to the Travel Agency when activated. Hm. So Snape’s mum was a travel agent eh? Marcus decided he might be interested in learning about what packages she had available. He certainly had a package for her.

Marcus smiled at the idea of fucking Snape’s mother and how the Potions Master would react to that knowledge. The DA teacher might even have a duel to the death on his hands. But then again, reaming the slim, pale beauty with his cock set on ‘huge’ might be worth it. Gods, that hair and those eyes. Who cared if the witch was at least twenty years his senior? Hell he might even convince her to let him use her twenty percent discount on Wednesdays.

Marcus looked at the ad again speculatively, then tapped it with his finger. Immediately a date and time appeared along with a question mark. His appointment. If he pressed the question mark, a new date and time would appear. He did. Finally he got an appointment on a Saturday afternoon. He let it stand and the question mark disappeared, the appointment date and time glowing gold before the newspaper spit out a piece of parchment with the date and time on it. Marcus picked it up and laid it on his nightstand. Well, Mrs. Snape…see you on Saturday.

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Neither Isadora, Remus, Severus nor Hermione slept well that night, though for differing reasons. Hermione was coming close to term and could not get comfortable, nor could she sleep. Of course, if Hermione couldn’t sleep, neither could Severus…though gods knew he tried, only to be poked to consciousness by his wife as she sat sleepless in the low torchlight.

“Severus, are you sleeping?” Hermione asked him mid-snore.

“No,” he replied sleepily, opening a bloodshot eye and turning it towards her.

“Good, because I can’t sleep,” she said looking down at him as if he could do something about it.

“I could fuck you,” Severus suggested, yawning. “That usually puts you out.”

Hermione scowled at him.

“That’s your answer to everything, Severus. I want warm milk,” she retorted, her brows furrowed.

“I’m offering you milk. My milk,” the Potions Master responded turning his body towards his wife and looking down at his tented boxers meaningfully before looking back up at her. “It’s very warm.”

“I don’t want to fuck you. I want to drink some milk,” the witch replied angrily.

Severus arched an eyebrow and started to say something very, very naughty.

“If you say it I swear you’ll sleep on the sofa,” Hermione seethed.

Severus closed his mouth with a snap as Hermione glowered at him. With a sigh he rolled out of bed, grabbed his wand off the nightstand and headed for the bedroom door, stretching his lean, pale body as he did so.

“All right…milk it is,” he yawned again.

He paused at the door, his hand on the knob.

“Do you at least want it slightly flavored?” he asked her, smirking rather lewdly.

In answer, Hermione threw a pillow at him but Severus slipped out the door before it hit him. He stuck his head back in.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no'” he said with an evil grin, then ducking out.

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In her four-poster bed, Isadora slept restlessly beneath the sheets, bare-breasted, dressed only in her knickers, a habit left over from her marriage to Darius who always wanted easy access to her. She felt uncomfortable in nightclothes of any type. The witch tossed and turned in her sleep. She had talked herself into believing that what she thought she felt when Remus Lupin grasped her hand was some kind of static shock, though she didn’t have carpeting in her living room, and static shocks didn’t drop to one’s belly. She did a good job of it consciously…it is relatively easy to push something out of the conscious mind. But it is the subconscious mind that is the stickler for truth. And the truth was, that was no static shock she felt when the wizard touched her.

Isadora’s dreams were full of Remus’ gentle eyes, but they were closer than they should have been. Directly above her, gentle but heated and becoming even more so. Isadora flung the covers off her near naked body, feeling hot and sticky but still asleep, still dreaming. She was in her marriage bed now, beneath her husband Darius, and he was riding her brutally, his lips locked to hers as she cried out into his mouth. As Isadora orgasmed, both in her dream and in actuality, the man on top of her wasn’t her husband. He had changed into someone else and suddenly the witch woke, panting, covered in perspiration, her hair damp beneath her, an ache in her belly and her knickers soaked. Isadora pushed up on her elbows at first, then sat up in the bed and ran her fingers over the slick crotch of her knickers. She shook her head in disbelief.

She hadn’t had an erotic dream in years.

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Remus Lupin also tossed and turned in his small bed. He was naked as he always was when he was in his tiny room that he rented on the less savory side of Knockturn Ally. He was asleep, but his cock wasn’t, and its throbbing pulsed right into his dreams.

It was worse for the werewolf than for Isadora, simply because the witch’s scent was all over every piece of clothing he had, and he didn’t have much. Even scourgifying them would not remove it in entirety, and he could still pick it up with his enhanced senses. So as he slept, Isadora’s scent permeated his dreams, invoking her like a wraith.

Remus’ dreams were not erotic in the normal sense. His dreams were sense based. He was deluged with images, scents, sounds and sensations, glimpses of her ivory skin, a slim hand touching his shoulder, the pulsing artery of her throat, her body leaning close, her heat washing over him, her silken hair slung back from her face, the curve of her hip, her onyx eyes meeting his and the sound of her heart beating in her breast. These images aroused the werewolf just as much as if he were dreaming of her under him. His subconscious would not take him to the point of making physical love to the witch, since his possession of women was something he felt out of his control, something that drove them away from him. His inner mind blocked it out as a result.

But that did nothing to quell the wizard’s huge erection, or stop the ejaculation that followed as he howled Isadora’s name in his sleep.

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Severus padded into the kitchen.

“Lumos,” he said, lighting the tip of his wand and walking toward the cooler, when a pair of wide brown eyes moved out of the darkness, startling him. He raised the torchlight so he could see clearly. It was Eli.

“Eli, what are you doing lurking about this hour?” Severus said to the elf, his heart pounding.

“Eli is not lurking Master. Eli is in readiness, sir,” the elf said, bowing slightly.

“In readiness for what?” Severus asked him.

“For the young Master. He comes soon. The Mistress is ready,” the elf said.

Severus stared at the house elf. The small creatures had some amazing abilities, but could they predict when a witch would go into labor? Eli was bound to Hermione after all. Maybe he did know.

“When, Eli? Not tonight?” Severus asked him, his belly tightening a little in fear.

This was his first foray into fatherhood, and although he was a brave wizard, he was apprehensive. Not for himself, but for Hermione and his child. He wanted nothing to go wrong.

“Soon. Sooner than expected sir. That’s all Eli knows, sir. So I waits up and stays close,” he said looking up at Severus. “Master needs to be ready. The Mistress will need him.”

Severus looked down at the elf and felt thankful to have him here. He had gone through this before with Isadora. She was home alone when she went into labor, and Eli had delivered the Potions Master. He knew what to do, although Hermione was to be taken directly to Hogwarts when her time came.

“I’d better inform Albus I need a leave of absence,” Severus said to himself, but out loud.

“That would be wise, Master,” Eli agreed, “You don’t wants to miss the birth of your son.”

“No, Eli. I don’t,” the Potions Master agreed, opening the cooler and taking out the milk.

Hermione would be shrieking like a banshee if he didn’t get back with it. The witch had no patience. He had taken to locking up her wand every night so she wouldn’t hex him in his sleep for some imagined slight or wrong. He put a repelling spell on his own wand so she couldn’t use that either. He had to watch his wife. She was like a Weasley Wizarding Wheezes product, ready to explode, ignite or burst at any given moment. She was tired of being pregnant and wanted it to be over, and she made sure to let him share in her frustration.

One day she hissed at him as she struggled to rise from the sofa, “This is all YOUR fault.”

Seated behind his desk and marking parchments, Severus had looked up at her in shock. Where the hell had that come from? He had no idea she had been trying to rise. She didn’t ask him for help. He arched an eyebrow at the angry witch.

“I believe we were both fucking when our child was conceived,” he had replied evenly.

That had been a mistake. Hermione let out a string of obscenities at him that made the Potions Master’s ears smoke…literally. If she had her wand at that moment, there’s no telling what she would have turned him into.

What was a prick anyway? Must be a muggle term.

Severus poured the milk into a glass quickly and flicked his wand at it to heat it. He hoped it was warm enough, or most likely it would be all over the bedroom floor. He returned the pitcher of milk to the cooler and looked at Eli.

“Soon?” he asked him.

“Yes, Master…soon,” the elf replied.

Severus absorbed this, then reached out and rubbed Eli’s head gently.

“Thank you for telling me this, Eli. You have always served me well,” he said with affection.

Eli beamed at him and winked out.

Severus lowered the torches again and headed back toward the bedroom, holding the brimming glass of warm milk carefully in front of him. He decided not to tell Hermione what Eli had said. She was already a basket case.

Knowing she could go into labor any moment wouldn’t help matters a bit.

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A/N: Some little vignettes of what was occurring with each character this chapter. So Hermione is due at any time, and earlier than expected. Good thing Eli is there. He is a big help. Nice to see Severus show him some affection. So Isadora and Remus are feeling each other. And how about Marcus? He is something else. Use Isadora’s senior discount…lol. And what’s a prick? Rofl. Anyway, please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
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