DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.
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A/N: I remember what you guys said when you've read about Lily's use of Sectumsempra and admittedly, I was intrigued to know how Sev would react to Harry's use of the spell to Draco.
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Chapter 47:
August 20, 1995
(the present)
Severus was intrigued when he saw a small box from Leo's bag and his name was written on it. Hermione handed it to him the other day when they were exploring the other contents of the bag from the future.
The box was charmed so that he could only open it (not that Hermione tried to open it, no, she handed it to him right away without questions). There were two things inside: a note and a vial of memory.
Watch it alone, the note said. It was his very own handwriting. He could feel his own signature of magic all over the box, the note, and the vial.
Tonight, Hermione was leaving to hang out with Mona in Muggle London. With a few glamours in her thirty-ish body, she was good to go. Nobody among Mona's friends would recognize her as Hermione Granger and Hermione Puckle.
Leo was already asleep, and he was sure none of his masters would summon him. Albus met him yesterday for some planning and then told him to enjoy the rest of the summer holidays with his family. The Dark Lord summoned him two days ago for some Potions brewing and he was pleased with his reports. The half-blood bastard told him to go back to Hogwarts and prepare for the coming term.
And so, this was the perfect opportunity he found to watch the memory.
He stood alone in his study, in from of the Pensieve. Carefully, he poured the contents of the vial into the marble basin and dived into his other self's memory.
He found himself in his office at Hogwarts.
"Professor Snape!" Hermione burst into his office, her face pale as a ghost's.
Severus quickly stood up from marking papers and approached the girl with a frown. "Miss Granger."
"Sixth-floor boys' bathroom, Professor... It's Harry... and Malfoy," she was stammering.
Severus placed his hands on Hermione's shoulders to keep her steady. "Miss Granger," he called firmly.
Hermione stopped stammering and looked at him in the eyes.
"Tell me what happened. Slowly," he instructed, his hands still on her shoulders.
"I heard shouting on my way to the seventh floor. I saw Harry and Malfoy in the sixth-floor boys' bathroom and he... Harry, he shouted a curse for enemy's from the Prince's book - "
Severus did not let her finish. He quickly dashed to the sixth-floor bathroom, enraged.
Visiting-Severus followed his a little-older self. He could hear him muttering.
"Please, not that curse, not that curse."
And he knew exactly right then and there what curse Potter used.
Visiting and Memory-Severus found Potter standing in the bathroom, staring at Draco's bleeding body on the floor. Visiting-Severus saw the fear in Potter's face. He saw Memory-Severus assisting Draco to the hospital wing. Worry was all over his face, even though he managed to heal him.
Visiting-Severus followed Memory-Severus on the sixth-floor boys' bathroom and the latter questioned Potter, and then instructed him to bring his Potions book.
Of course, the brat did not hand him Severus's book and Visiting-Severus scoffed.
The scened changed. He was in their Blackpool home.
Hermione was lying on her side on the bed, looking upset and exhausted.
Visiting-Severus noticed Hermione's small bump. She must've been in her first trimester. He could not help but adore the look of a pregnant Hermione.
"Harry's going to be in so much trouble for using that curse," she said tiredly. "I wish James, I mean... they didn't die; the prophecy was never heard. Perhaps, Harry would never be a hot-tempered boy."
Severus was walking back and forth, looking irritated. "He'd still have his mother's temper. Like mother, like son," he sneered. "What ain idiocy to use the curse I invented in his Auror mission?! Now, every Auror in his team knew!"
"Sev, stop worrying," she murmured with tired eyes.
Severus stopped pacing and sat on the edge of the bed, beside her. He stroked her hair and baby bump. "I will if you will, too."
"I'm not worried about Harry," she muttered, not even moving. "And honestly? As much as I love him, right now, I don't care if he ends up in Azkaban. I'm too exhausted to worry."
"Are you experiencing back pains again?" he asked gently.
"Not right now. But I was throwing up before you arrived. Didn't like the chicken soup Molly sent for lunch."
"Did you take the potions for nausea and vomiting?"
She nodded. "I'm feeling better. I just want to... relax."
Severus bent to kiss her forehead. "Then, I'll let you rest."
"Don't leave me," she said, reaching for his hand. "Lie down with me?"
Severus smiled fondly and stood up to remove his robes and shoes, then went to his side of the bed, pulling Hermione closer to her.
"You don't know how much Potter's actions affected me," he whispered to her brown mane.
"Hmm?" she asked against his chest.
"Potter and that curse... It brings back the memory... when I thought I'd lose you."
"When Lily - "
"Shhh..." he stopped her. "I hate being reminded of that. I don't want to lose you, ever."
"But we'll all die someday, Sev."
"Yes. If I lost you to old age, I'd gladly accept it. But if someone tries to kill you... I don't know, Hermione. I might murder anyone who tries to harm you."
"I asked you here to help me relax," she slapped his chest playfully.
Sev smiled and kissed the crown of her head. "Sorry. Sleep now, my dear. I'll still be here when you wake up."
But Hermione, Visiting-Severus noticed, did not close her eyes.
"Sev, do you really want to help me relax?" she asked, placing a hand on his chest.
"Of course," he answered.
"Sex," she whispered.
Severus pulled back slightly to meet her eyes. "I beg your pardon?"
"Sex. It helps me... relax," she admitted, not meeting his eyes.
And Visiting-Severus was back in his study.
"I have to keep that book away from Potter's reach," he decided. "I can't let anyone use that curse again... Especially not on Hermione... or Leo."
Two hours later, Severus was still in his study, working on his third-year lesson plan, when he heard a faint sound of Apparition. He waited for a few seconds, and then the door cracked open.
There she was - his witch, Hermione Puckle, standing by the door in her purple fit and flare dress with a vertical peek-a-boo on the bust that he could easily slip her hands inside and hold her mounds. Severus felt aroused at the thought.
Hermione started walking towards him, the sound of her heeled shoes was the only noise in the room. He stood up and leaned his lower back on his desk, and waited. Hermione had this intense look in her face, his eyes were burning with passion. She didn't say anything, but when she was finally standing in front of him, inches away from him, her scent intoxicated him.
Hermione jumped and launched herself into his arms, and soon, they were kissing passionately. With her in his arms, he turned around and deposited her on the study table without breaking the kiss. He finally made his fantasy earlier come true. He slipped his hands in her peek-a-boo dress and touched her breasts, rolling her hard nipples with his thumbs and index fingers. He swallowed her moans. she was trying to whisper his name, trying to ask for more. But Sev did not stop kissing her and playing with her nipples. His mouth left hers, only to suck at her neck. Perhaps Hermione could not contain herself anymore, because her hands went to his trousers and undid the button and zip.
"Please, Sev, please," she said with urgency.
He pulled away and removed his hands from her body only to remove their clothes. And in a swift motion, he entered her. He made love to her on the desk where they used to place the Pensieve to watch some of the private moments of Leo's parents. In the future.
"Since 1970?" she asked when they were both panting and sweaty, but still the intensity in her eyes was there.
He smiled. "Since 1970 and always."
He helped her get off the desk and they clothe themselves again. "This is not what you were wearing when you left," he frowned as he picked up her purple dress on the floor.
"Mona dared me to buy this dress after a few drinks," she grinned, putting it on.
He raised an eyebrow. "And?"
She shrugged. "I bought it because of the style on the bust... for a purpose. It worked." She winked at him and left the room.
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A/N II: I admire Emma Watson's dress at the Jonathan Ross Show.
