Never Piss Off A House-Elf

disclaimer: alas, I still do not own HP. I'd like to, but JKR wouldn't let me.

This chapter is dedicated to . . .katrin4p. And yes, we will be updating Copper Fades to Gold soon. I've been working on it with my boyfriend, but we both have finals (and he graduates college in about 2 ½ weeks! YAY!)

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Chapter 21: Back at Spinner's End

POP!

Hermione and Severus were still locked in their kiss when they appeared back at the manor. Satchel and Miki looked up at the pair from their corner. They shared a look, and winked out of the room, leaving the masters to their business.

Crookshanks leaped out of Hermione's arms, knowing when he wasn't needed. He purred at the pair as he left to find the house-elves and hopefully get some nice fish in welcome. He sighed as he left the room, his bottlebrush tail flicking. Humans.

Severus caught Hermione's lips, nipping gently. She sighed into his mouth and ground against him. He jutted his hips against her, and growled his pleasure. One hand came up, cupping her breast, gently kneading. He walked her backwards slowly, until her back was against the banister. She leaned into him again. Severus pulled back a moment, leaning his forehead against Hermione's.

"Hermione, this is the magic's pull. I don't think you want to do this," Severus breathed. He was trying very hard to be a good man. Hermione's pants and moans weren't making it any easier, though. "You should go ward your rooms, Hermione. This magic will overtake us soon."

"Will I stop feeling like I'm on fire?" Hermione breathed, trying to kiss him again. Severus dodged her, barely. "Come on, Severus. . . magic or not, you want me."

Hermione's eyes were lidded as she gazed into the depths of his black ones. She smiled shyly at him as she carefully ground herself against him, sighing.

"Fine. But I want no regrets come morning, witch," Severus said, crushing his mouth against hers as her picked her up, firefighter-style, and carried her up the stairs.

Peeping in from the hall, Satchel and Miki giggled.

"Master's finally getting the in-outie," Miki said, reaching down to scratch Crookshanks.

"Which reminds Satchel," Satchel said, smiling at his new mate. Miki giggled and Crookshanks sighed again. He'd never get any attention if things continued like this.

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Severus dragged his mouth away from Hermione's mouth and down her throat. Feather kisses were exchanged, quiet words of need and loud moans of pleasure. Clothes disappeared without thought, hands pressed and kneaded.

A moment was taken to cast the right spells, and he was upon her. It was a frenzied coupling, in deference to the magic. The night was young, though, and the lovers knew it.

In the wee morning hours, as the sun glinted into the master bedroom, Severus gazed at his fiancée, wonder in his eyes. She was asleep, snoring slightly, but completely out from her exertions. Severus rarely had occasion to take his pleasure from a witch physically, and never in his own bed.

I'm afraid that magic isn't all that's happening to me, Severus thought as he stretched out next to his fiancée, brushing hair from her face. He turned on his side, aching strangely. She'd been delicious, but he had other needs that were rearing their heads. He smirked as he drifted off. Just wait, my dear. . . just wait.

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It was midmorning when the couple awoke. Hermione felt deliciously sore, and more than a little wanton. She blushed as she caught Severus staring at her, his face propped up on one hand while the other lay flat on the bed, very close to her.

"This is the part where you yell at me and storm out for taking advantage of you," Severus said quietly, obviously expecting her to explode at him. Instead, Hermione smiled and leaned over, her breasts swinging free as she kissed the tip of his nose.

"And this is where you tell me you that your assumption was wrong," Hermione said softly, her eyes warm. "I could probably get used to this quite quickly."

Severus shook his head. "Hermione, we fell prey to the magic many times last night. You should be angry, indignant. Not content and warm."

"Would you prefer I throw things and scream? I can do that, if you like," Hermione teased. "Magic or not, we wanted each other. Nothing wrong with it."

"You have been my student for six years. Sooner or later you'll wake up and see me as the pedophile your parents tagged me."

"NO," Hermione said firmly. "I won't entertain the idea, Severus. I don't want to think about all the hurtful things they said yesterday. It was almost as bad as I thought it would be," she shivered.

"I'm not one to stay and cuddle, Hermione. Please don't do this right now," Severus breathed. Hermione quieted herself with great force of will.

Hermione stared at Severus. Well, two could play that game.

"I agree, completely. Why not just blame this on the magic? I don't think this a good idea to continue. The magic should allow us to be around one another without snogging at the drop of a hat now, and I will keep myself from your bed. See how long that lasts," Hermione sneered, as much like Severus as he had never thought possible.

Hermione stormed out of the room.

Severus stared at the door she'd slammed behind herself.

"This is exactly what wasn't supposed to happen!"

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AN: So, the real scene will be on aff. Those of you interested in the lemons, email me for the links or check my ffnet profile for the link.

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