Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 91 ~ Hermione Gets Ready for War

When Eli winked into Isadora’s flat, the first thing he was aware of was the sound of loud panting and whimpering, like that of a large, thirsty dog. He looked around and saw a robed figure in front of the Mistress’ work desk, moving oddly. He appeared to be humping the desk. The figure seemed to pause, straining forward, then the elf heard a feminine howl, then a screech, then a series of shrieks as the cloaked figure began to move faster, the fabric of his robes billowing with his motions

That was the Mistress’ voice! Suddenly the elf realized that the strangely panting robed wizard was performing the in-outie on Isadora. From the sound of her, he was forcing himself on the witch.

The elf’s ears flattened and he was about to blast the robed stranger away from his Mistress, when he heard her cry, “Yes, Remus! Oh gods, yes! Harder!” and the heavy oak desk itself began to scrape across the floor as the wizard turned on the power, thrusting into the shrieking witch with abandon, growling dangerously, following the moving piece of furniture and not missing a stroke.

Eli lowered his clawed hand slowly, realizing his Mistress liked what was happening and letting the doglike wizard do the very violent in-outie to her. The elf put the basket on the computer table, took one more look at the wildly copulating couple and winked out.

He reappeared in the living room of his home. Severus and Hermione were sitting side by side on the couch, playing with the babies. Albus had given him the afternoon off. It seems someone had released some Finnywicks in the lower dungeons and it had to be sealed off and fumigated. Finnywicks were magical bloodsucking fleas with voracious appetites. They bred quickly, and if enough got on a person, he could be sucked dry of every bit of blood within minutes. Nasty little buggers.

Severus was nuzzling little Eli with his large nose, and the baby had a lock of his hair locked in his fist, trying to bring it to his mouth. His father held his head a bit back so the child couldn’t do it, wincing a little and smirking at the baby’s strength. Hermione was doing little belly waggles to Demetrius, who gurgled happily as his mother kissed and blew on his little tummy.

Severus looked up and saw Eli. He frowned slightly, taking his hair gently out of little Eli’s fist and straightening.

“That was a very quick trip Eli. Wasn’t Mother there?” he asked the Elf.

Eli looked at his Master.

“Yes, Master. The Mistress was there, but was very busy. No time to visit,” Eli said evasively.

He didn’t want to tell him his mother was very actively engaged in some serious in-outie when he arrived. He didn’t think Severus would have responded well.

Hermione stared at Eli. She had a feeling what she knew what Isadora was doing when he arrived at her flat. She glanced at Severus, who was scowling.

“Was Remus there too?” he asked Eli, an eyebrow arched.

Remus. Oh. Was that the wizard’s name? Yes, that was the name his Mistress called out.

“I thinks so sir. There was a wizard there but Eli did not look good at him. He was very busy also. So Eli left the basket and comes home, sir,” the elf replied.

Severus studied him.

“What exactly were they doing, Eli?” the Potions Master asked him, placing little Eli in his carrier.

“They was moving the big desk sir,” the elf said quickly.

Well, it wasn’t a lie. As long as the Master didn’t ask the elf how they were moving it, Eli had managed to cover up the Mistress’ in-outie session quite well.

Severus relaxed. So they were moving furniture around. His mother’s oak desk was large and heavy. No doubt they were indeed very busy with it. It would take a lot of muscle to move that piece.

“Well, thank you for delivering the basket, Eli,” he said, settling back on the couch.

The elf bowed low.

“You is quite welcome, Master,” the elf replied, feeling like wiping his brow in relief.

Hermione wasn’t fooled however. She had a pretty good idea how that desk was moving around. She couldn’t help smirking at the elf’s quick thinking. No matter how Severus pretended to accept his mother’s dalliance with Remus…the idea of them fucking at this very moment was sure to rankle him. She put Demetrius in his carrier.

Eli walked up to the twins eagerly.

“May Eli take the little Masters to the nursery, Mistress?” he asked, looking down at the babies with love in his wide brown eyes.

“Yes, Eli. We’ve already fed and changed them. You can put them in their cribs,” she replied, smiling at the doting elf.

“Yes, Mistress,” Eli said, picking up the carriers and winking out.

Hermione sat back also, and she and her husband sat in companionable silence for a few minutes. Then a scowl appeared on Hermione’s face, and she growled a little. Severus looked over at her.

“Something bothering you, wife?” he asked her.

“Yes. University,” she said in a hard voice.

Severus’ eyebrows rose. He’d been waiting for this. Hermione was about to shift into revenge mode.

“Severus, they tried to drive me out of school and remove every opportunity I had for success because I was pregnant. I was fortunate because I had you, but there are a lot of witches in the same condition that have no one to stand up for them. They lose everything when they decide to have their children without a father in the picture. It’s not fair, Severus,” she said vehemently, “Somebody has to do something about this…bring the wizarding world out of the dark ages.”

“That someone being you?” he asked her quietly.

“Possibly,” Hermione said. “I need to do some research first. Find out exactly how many single mothers there are in the wizarding world, where they live and work, and how they are surviving. I think the first thing to be done is get them together and have them reveal via pensieve who the father of each one of their children are, then seek recourse. Support. Maybe some sort of class action suit. Then, set up some kind of trust or foundation for women who find themselves alone, pregnant or trying to raise a family on their own. One that will help them find jobs, shelter, help them out with food, medical treatment, daycare, training or whatever they need as they try to get on their feet. Then we need to increase public awareness…let the public know how hard these women work to raise their families and convince them to be supportive. Maybe profile a few. If I can get a few influential people to speak out on their behalf…”

“Albus would definitely assist you with that,” Severus said thoughtfully.

Personally, the Potions Master didn’t believe single mothers should be punished for bringing new life into the world alone, or ostracized because they chose to raise their children without their fathers. If it had been acceptable when he was a child, perhaps his mother would have taken him and left, rather than remain with his abusive father. But she had nowhere to go and no resources to help her. It would be a good thing to change that. It might help other abused women to find the strength to leave their situation.

“And we need to focus on institutions who encourage unfair practices against them, show them in a bad light. Like the university, for example. Make them air their dirty laundry and turn the public against them. Set up some debates. Get on the wizarding wireless network and in the newspapers. Have public protests,” she said, warming up.

Severus listened to his wife strategize, shaking his head slightly. Hermione was a force to be reckoned with and thought on a large scale. Dean Wankton and his crew were in for a bit of hell on earth, to be sure.

“I’ll have to go to the Ministry archives,” Hermione said, “There are records of births there as well as statistics. Also, check the hospitals to find new mothers. I bet Molly Weasley would help me talk to the witches. She loves children.”

Molly was also a force to be reckoned with. She was the original Mother, loving, protective and courageous.

“You could put out a call for volunteers,” Severus suggested. “I’m sure there are many sympathizers who would be willing to donate time to make the lives of these witches and their children better.”

“Yes,” Hermione said, her eyes shining. Then she turned to her husband.

“Do you think I can really do this, Severus? Make a difference?” she asked him.

He studied her for a moment. Hermione changed him, and he had been a hard, hard case.

“Wife, I believe you can do anything you put that brilliant mind to. Coupled with your heart, and your innate stubbornness and irritating habit of refusing to back down, I don’t see how you can fail. True, it might be a slow start, but you are dedicated to what you believe, if nothing else. Yes, I believe you can make a difference, Hermione,” he said sincerely.

Hermione threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, then kissed him deeply. The Potions Master couldn’t help reacting. When she pulled away, he looked at her rather hungrily.

“I was wondering, wife, if you would consider making a small donation to the cause of “Satisfying Severus Snape,” he purred at her. “It is a charitable cause, guaranteed to make you feel wonderful about contributing…though I don’t believe it will be tax deductible. However, I take my payments in ‘pounds’ rather than galleons.”

He smirked at her lustfully.

“Don’t worry about the exchange rate. I’ll handle that,” he added, arching an eyebrow at her.

Hermione couldn’t help smiling at her husband. He was so naughty…but so yummy.

“Where do I make this ‘donation’ Severus?” she asked him.

The Potions Master rose and offered his hand to his wife. Hermione took it, and he pulled her up, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and walking her down the hall.

“Just step into my office,” he said silkily, guiding her toward the bedroom.

“There will be very little paperwork.”

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A/N: Hah. Eli. Got to love that elf. “They was moving the big desk, sir.” Lolol. Well, Hermione is ready to break out and make changes concerning the treatment of single mothers. I have a feeling Dean Wankton is going to get the flame turned up under him. I don’t know if the entire story will be told about this…I am about ready to bring this story to a close I tell you what though…I wouldn’t mind donating to the “Satisfying Severus Snape” foundation myself, especially at his ‘rate of exchange.’. Nope. Not one bit. Please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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