Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 88 ~ Sixth Sense

Severus woke suddenly. He felt something was wrong, somewhere. He tossed a bit, waking Hermione.

“Severus?’ she said sleepily, “What’s wrong?”

He lay there a moment.

“I’m not sure,” he responded. Then, “How was my mother today? I didn’t get a chance to talk to her. Is she all right?”

Hermione woke up completely at her husband’s question.

“She’s fine,” Hermione said shortly. “Working hard at her business.”

“Is she still training the werewolf?” he asked her.

“You mean is she still training Remus,” Hermione said sharply. She hated how Severus referred to the wizard, even if it were true. “Well, they are going over a little rough spot, but I’m sure they’ll work it out.”

Hermione didn’t want to lie to Severus. It could come back and bite her in the ass later.

Severus turned toward her now, his eyes sharp, searching her face.

“A rough spot? What kind of rough spot, Hermione?” he asked her scowling. He didn’t trust the werewolf around his mother.

“He wants to quit the training,” Hermione said softly.

Severus chuckled.

“I told her he wouldn’t stick to it. That it was a waste of time trying to teach an old wolf new tricks,” Severus said, an ugly sneer on his face. Hermione scowled at him darkly.

“Remus was doing wonderfully,” Hermione said in the werewolf’s defense, “He had his reasons for wanting to leave.”

“I can only imagine,” Severus said, rolling back on his back, “Well anyway, he’ll be away from my mother. That’s all that matters. Did she say anything about the cure?”

“No. You are still to work on it Severus. It wasn’t based on him working for her,” Hermione hissed at him, angry now.

“And how will he pay me if he isn’t making decent money, Hermione? I’m not a charity. My time and skill is worth money. He’ll be underpaying as it is. I won’t work on the cure if he isn’t gainfully employed, and when I say gainfully employed, I don’t mean scrubbing pots at the Three Broomsticks,” Severus said coldly.

“Well, it isn’t settled yet. I’m sure your mother means to talk to him and convince him to come back,” Hermione said evenly.

“I hope she fails,” he said, closing his eyes.

“Severus! That’s not nice,” Hermione seethed at him.

“I’m not nice,” the Potions Master replied, his eyes still closed. “I’d prefer Remus Lupin was not around my mother. He may get ideas.”

“Or are you worried she might get ideas?” Hermione spat at him without thinking. She cursed herself immediately as Severus’ eyes popped open.

“Ideas? About Remus Lupin? Hardly,” Severus replied, but feeling distinctly uncomfortable. His mother was going out of her way to help the werewolf. Training him to earn better money, trying to cure him of his malady, pleading his cause…

Suddenly the Potions Master sat up in his bed and looked at his wife.

“What did you talk to my mother about today?” he asked her, a dangerous tone in his voice.

“Just about the situation with Remus,” Hermione said nervously.

“Show me,” he demanded, “No occulmency. I’ll be able to tell, Hermione.”

“Severus, it was a private conversation. If you want to know what was said, go ask your mother!” Hermione argued.

“You’re hiding something, Hermione. You know I always know when you are trying to hide something from me. I taught you for seven years. Now you show me that conversation, witch, or I’ll force it from your mind,” he said coldly.

Severus was serious. This was his mother they were talking about. He couldn’t bully information out of Isadora, but he could out of Hermione.

Hermione sighed.

She couldn’t keep Severus from breaking through her wall if he really wanted to do it. He was a much more skilled Legilimens than she was an Occulmens. It would only take him a few minutes to wear her down

“All right, Severus…I’ll tell you what it’s about. But you have to promise to let your mother handle it. She’s a grown woman who can make her own decisions. If you try to interfere, you might end up driving a wedge between the two of you. After you’ve just gotten her back in your life, I know you don’t want to do that. You will be out of her life, and she will do what she wants to do anyway. Just keep that in mind as I tell you this,” Hermione said, sitting up in the bed now.

The Potions Master nodded, knowing instinctively he wasn’t going to like what his wife was about to reveal to him. He already had an idea what it was.

“Remus quit today because he is attracted to your mother,” Hermione said. “And he is attracted to her beyond the influence of the full moon, so it is not just the werewolf mating instinct drawing him to her. Rather than torment himself, he decided to leave,” Hermione said.

“Good choice,” Severus growled.

“But what Remus doesn’t realize is that Isadora is attracted to him as well,” Hermione continued.

“What? My mother told you she wants that werewolf?” Severus asked her, his eyes narrowing.

“Yes, she did Severus. After your father’s treatment of her, she gravitates to quiet, gentle, unpresuming men. Men who aren’t too strong-minded or forceful. Men like Remus,” Hermione explained.

“Remus is only quiet, gentle and unpresuming because he is a werewolf and knows he would be driven out of town or worse if he were to act in any aggressive way,” Severus replied, seething. “I assure you he is not that way when he is intimate with a woman. He is an animal, Hermione. He has next to no control in situations…of that nature. He could harm my mother.”

“Which is probably why he chose to leave,” Hermione said. “He doesn’t wish your mother any harm, Severus. But by the same token…your mother is aware of his animal nature. I told her about him.”

Severus raised his eyebrows at his wife.

“And how would you know anything about Remus Lupin’s sexuality wife?” he said, staring at her intently.

Hermione frowned at him.

“Severus, if you are thinking I had any dealings with Remus Lupin, you’ve been inhaling too many potions fumes,” she seethed, “I just know someone who did, who confided in me what happened. And I told your mother to warn her.”

Severus relaxed a little. He was afraid that Hermione might have had a close encounter with the werewolf, if not actually fucked him. The very idea made him bristle and feel very possessive. He was going to fuck her again to drive the jealous feelings away. But first he needed to know more.

“And did she listen?” he asked his wife.

Hermione shrugged.

“I don’t know, Severus. I think…I think…” she said, hesitating. How in the world was she supposed to tell her husband that she believed his mother was a masochist?

She wasn’t. That was his mother’s business.

“You think what?” Severus asked her, frowning.

“I think she is going to try to talk him into coming back,” she said.

Severus scowled blackly. That probably meant she’d be alone with the werewolf, and they were both attracted to each other. Would his mother let the werewolf know how she felt? And would he act on it if she did? Gods, this was a mess. He rose from the bed.

“I’m going to have a talk with my mother tomorrow,” he seethed at his wife as he walked into the bathroom and opened the potions cabinet.

He looked through the bottles and located what he was looking for. He set it on the counter and used the loo. Then he picked it up and walked back to the bed climbing in, uncorking the bottle and handing it to Hermione.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Purple potion…it’s just in an opaque bottle,” he replied.

Hermione looked at him a moment, then shook a little on her palm to identify it.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her.

“Hermione,” he purred, “by your actions, one might think you didn’t trust me.”

“A very wise teacher once told me a long time ago to never take a potion without identifying what it is,” she replied.

Severus smirked. He had told her and the entire class that in her first year.

“Glad to see at least one of you were listening,” he replied, watching her drink the bottle down.

Most of her internal soreness disappeared immediately, though there was a small sting left. The ache that was developing in her back ceased completely

Severus took the bottle from her, capped it and set it on the nightstand, then turned back to look at her, his black eyes sweeping over her body surreptiously.

Thinking her husband gave her the potion to take care of her back, Hermione lay back down in the bed. Severus rolled on top of her immediately, forcing her thighs apart and making her gasp.

“Severus, what are you doing?” she asked him.

In answer, he poked her with his cock. It was ready for action.

“I think you know,” he replied with a growl. “You made me a little jealous about Remus. I need reassurance.”

“Severus! That’s not remotely fair,” she said as he positioned himself against her.

“I’m not nice. I’m not fair either, wife,” he said, thrusting into her hard.

Hermione had wanted the Potions Master, snarkiness, warts and all.

She got every inch of him.

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A/N: I bet at least half of you are foaming at the mouth. Lol. I needed a break between the lemons, and thought this would be a good opportunity to let Severus know what was going on with his mother. Parents and their children often have a powerful bond. There are many instances when a mother will know something is wrong with her children though they are miles away, and inversely children know when their parents need them. Isadora is about to be reamed by a werewolf. Severus’ sixth sense kicked in and woke him. But don’t worry…he won’t interfere with them tonight. Tomorrow might be another story. Please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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