Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling and sadly, I am not she. If I was, Severus would be alive, Lily would not have been the love of his life and Hermione would have been and they would have had tonnes of kids which would then lead onto a Severus/Hermione mini series!lol
Only the plot belongs to me. It will be moving into a B story now – plenty romance still -so do not worry but now Hermione and Severus will be going to hunt a deatheater. N.b a 'b' story is a secondary story to the original plot ( a few of my readers had asked)
Note: writing in italics below are internal thoughts of the characters/letter content.
Please review: it is appreciated. I'd appreciate more in the way of reviews so I know if you guys like what I am doing, or indeed if you have any ideas that you would like me to consider writing into the plot. Not compliant at all to the books, so please don't feel the need to point it out. You're reading a Severus/Hermione ship…that is not in any way compliant to begin with so if you don't like the things I invent or twist within the story to suit my plot, please move on to some other story. I appreciate constructive criticism, I know that my stories will not be perfect but I can only try my best and hope it pleases. I am only human after all.
As with all my fics this will be rated M – just a wee warning in advance.
It was strange to Severus to be back sitting in his wing backed chair again. He was almost certain that this time, his solace would be much better. After all he had a sexy, young and intelligent woman curled up on his lap instead of an interfering old busy body who was hell bent on getting on his tits. He could scarce believe that only a few days ago, he was sat in this chair nursing a terrible mood and wallowing in self pity because he thought he could never get Hermione for his own.
Well, just look at me now. He thought with a smirk.
"What are you smiling at?" Hermione asked him with a small kiss to his neck.
"Just how funny life can turn out. If someone had told me a week ago that I would have you here cuddled up on my lap after many hours of sexual bliss together, I think I would have eaten their face. I feel so lucky." He kissed her forehead gently.
"Ha, ditto. Thank god for crazy Deatheaters huh?" Hermione said squeezing his around the waist tighter.
Severus's brow creased, "You think I am a crazy Deatheater?"
Hermione could feel his body begin to tense and the walls of his mind begin to build against her immediately. She was quick to reassure him.
"Don't be so bloody daft. I meant Bellatrix. If she hadn't tried to kill both of us...we would certainly have not been sitting here snuggled up like this. It was only when I realised how scared I was to lose you that I decided that I'd tell you that I had fallen in love with you. I was so scared you would reject me, I had my resignation written and everything."
She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stick up when he chuckle rumbled from Severus's chest. It was the sexiest sound she had ever heard, except from when he was moaning in sexual pleasure, of course.
"Silly girl." He raised her chin up with his finger and crashed his mouth to hers.
"I love you, my little Hermione. Do not ever forget that." He said in his professor tone.
Hermione blinked in fake innocent, "Oh I will never forget it...sir."
She felt him grow hard beneath her and could not help but feel aroused herself, yet again.
So, Severus has a little bit of a teacher, student fantasy huh? Oh goodie! That is terribly luck since I have the exact same fantasy myself! She smiled.
"Oh does the professor like it when I call him sir?" she said coyly, making sure to rub herself against his hardening member.
"Only with you, I assure you. I can honestly say in all the years that I have been teaching, I have never found myself attracted to a student apart from you. It must be love." He whispered into her neck before kissing and nipping at the soft skin with vigour.
"Mmm perhaps we should visit that little fantasy one night soon. I believe that apart from a very misguided and hormonal crush on Gilderoy Lockhart in my second year…you were the only teacher I ever found endearing or attractive." Hermione mused.
"So you're telling me you never once thought Remus attractive?" Severus asked misbelieving.
Hermione made a face and shook her head, "Remus is a nice person and a nice looking man but I have never found him attractive. Unless it would make you very jealous and make you ravish me into next week to prove that you are better than Remus in every way, then I would say I did find him attractive." She teased.
Severus chuckled and kissed her on the forehead, "You are going to wear me out Miss Granger…off to bed with you. I believe you promised to make slow and sensual love to me. A man can begin to feel like a mere sex toy if you just fuck him you know. I need love and affection just as much as I need the dirty talk, rough thrusts and bite marks."
Hermione took his hand and pulled him off the chair with a sexy smirk, "Come then, my love. Let me show you just how much love and affection I can show you. I apologise in advance if I perhaps bite a little bit…I will be sure to kiss it better when we are done."
Severus followed her into the bedroom without any resistance, "Oh woman, the things you do to me!"
Pansy Parkinson had had a difficult time since the end of the war. Her parents had shunned her for switching to the side of the light; cut off from her inheritance and allowance, looked upon as a social pariah from the people she used to consider friends and denied the chance to marry Draco, the boy she had loved since she was twelve years old.
She had been heart broken when Draco had went off and married Astoria Greengrass but she knew he had no choice in that matter. He was a child of a pureblood. Not just any pureblood either, Lucius Malfoy. One of the most respected and feared wizards in existence. Yes she knew Draco would definitely not have had any choice in who he married if he wanted to keep the lifestyle he was accustomed to.
Ah, such as life.
She smiled sadly as she thought of her old love before her vision zoned in on the gates of Hogwarts.
Her heart had never really been in the cruel comments she used to make about her old school acquaintances. It was more of bravado to keep her Slytherin friends and parents happy. When she had broken out of the dungeons from the rest of the Slytherins on the night of the Final Battle, she had drawn her wand and stood next to Hermione Granger. She always remembered the way Granger had looked at her; it was like she was grateful and proud of her. She only hoped that Hermione and the rest of the Hogwarts staff would listen to what she had to say.
Her palms were sweaty and her heart began to beat out of her chest rapidly as she trudged through the dewy grass towards the large wooden entrance doors of the school.
She made her way towards the Headmistress's office, taking in the view and feeling slightly nostalgic. As she neared the gargoyle at the office entrance she berated herself for not finding out the password. Instead she tried to talk the gargoyle into letting her into the office.
"I…um…need to speak to the Headmistress. It is of vital importance that I speak to her immediately."
The gargoyle remained stationary, unmoved by what she had to say. Pansy huffed and ran a hand through her long, dark hair while she tried to think of a way to get to Minerva. She turned in a flourish as she heard foot steps coming towards her. The briefly saw the figure come around the corner before she was bumped into and landed unceremoniously on her behind with a thump.
"Oh my…I am terribly sorry young gir…Miss Parkinson?" a familiar voice said.
As her vision began to clear, she recognised that the kind voice belonged to none other than Remus Lupin. He smiled at her and threw out his hand to offer to pull her onto her feet again. Pansy almost forgot to breathe.
Since when had Professor Lupin ever been so handsome? She thought as she grabbed his hand and stood to her feet.
She couldn't help but notice how every hair on her body stood on end when their hands touched. It was as though a bolt of electricity was coursing through her body. She noted that although Professor Lupin had aged since she last saw him, of course, but she could see a boyish quality in his looks that she could not have said she had ever noticed in him before. Willing her brain and mouth to function, she finally spoke;
"Good evening Professor Lupin, I am terribly sorry. I did not see anticipate that someone was so close to me. I hope you will forgive my clumsiness." She blushed prettily.
Remus felt his pulse begin to quicken as he took in the appearance of his ex student. He remembered Pansy Parkinson as a rude, obnoxious and plain young woman who seemed to cause trouble wherever she went. The woman in front of him, however seemed much different. The over confident and high superiority was gone from her aura and her manners seemed very much improved. She was also surprisingly beautiful. She had gorgeous blue eyes, a curvaceous shape and raven locks that flowed sensually down her back.
He was so caught up in the change of her appearance, he failed to notice the uneasy look in Pansy's eyes or the way she was now shifting her weight from foot to foot while he stared at her.
"Um…Professor? Have I offended you in some way? You're staring at me as though I kicked you dog." She asked quietly with a small chuckle.
Remus snapped out of his dreamlike haze and quickly reassured her that that was not the case at all.
"I am merely surprised to see you here Miss Parkinson. If I may be so bold to ask, why are you here?"
He saw her swallow nervously and take a step closer to him as she rung her hands.
"I need an audience with the Headmistress. I have information that may save more than one life. I…I do not know who else I can turn to. The Ministry is so corrupt that I don't even trust going to them. I can't let any more blood be shed because of stupid pureblood beliefs. Please professor, I beg you, take me to Minerva." She pleaded, her large blue eyes warming Remus to his core.
He smiled a small smile and politely lead her towards the gargoyle.
"Tartan shorts."
The gargoyle blinked to life and the stair case began to spiral up to Minerva's office.
"Minerva, you have a visitor." Remus announced.
Minerva looked up from her parchment and her eyes bulged wide, "Miss Parkinson?"
"Hello Headmistress. I do not mean to be impolite but I do not have time for enquiries of health and the such like at this moment. I have information regarding a murderous plot that has been set in place to wipe three of the most influential figures of the war from the face of the earth."
"Who Miss Parkinson?" Minerva asked worriedly.
"Hermione Granger, Professor Snape and…you, Professor Lupin." Pansy said apologetically to the werewolf.
"Why would they want to kill us? And who wants to kill us?" Remus asked, a coil in his stomach twisting hard.
"Who else would be better to rid the world of than the group of people who defeated your Lord and lived happily ever after? The plotters are none other than Lucius Malfoy and Antonin Dolohov. I am only aware of this plot of theirs as I work for Dolohov as his personal secretary. After I disgraced my family by siding with the side of light, I was forced to work for a living. Antonin took pity on me and hired me onto his staff. I am not privy to any of his private business but once I saw that Malfoy's visits were becoming more frequent, I became…curious. I placed a Weasley's Extendable Ear under his desk and listened to their conversations from the other end. As much as I appreciate Antonin's kindness to me…he is still an extremely evil man with jaded and stinted beliefs. He is dangerous. I cannot bear to have this knowledge and not do anything to prevent it. Please Headmistress, I am terrified not only for the lives of those I mentions, but for my own. Antonin has began to suspect that someone is spying on him and I fear he will realise it is me. He would kill me without a second thought." Pansy was visibly shaking now and Remus could not ignore the twitch in his hands, aching to comfort her.
Minerva's face was blank, deep in thought.
"Minnie, we must allow Miss Parkinson to take refuge here. There is plenty room down by the east end of the school, near me. Hogwarts is the safest place in the Wizarding world." Remus added helpfully.
What are you doing old man? She is young enough to be your daughter! A voice in his head growled.
But look at Hermione and Severus! It's the same age difference. I can't help it, she is beautiful. Another voice snapped in response.
"That settles it. Miss Parkinson, thank you for the information. I shall call for a meeting with the Order for this evening. Remus would you be so kind as to show Miss Parkinson to her new quarters?" Minerva was still deep in thought and missed Pansy's thanks as she and Remus left the room.
Pansy and Remus walked to her quarters in silence until they reached her door.
"I shall call on you once Minerva has set a time for the meeting. Until then Miss Parkinson." Remus nodded his head in acknowledgement before walking down the hall.
"Please call me Pansy." She called after him.
"Then you must call me Remus, Pansy." He smiled and she felt her heart soar.
a/n: let me know what you think!