Now I really have to warn you guys about something. This story is rated R for a reason. Lemons are coming up – big, fat, juicy lemons, AKA, sex. Read this chapter at your own risk!
Thanks a lot you guys and keep reviewing!!! ~M.A. Raie~
Chapter Six
"Last, but not least, I would like to welcome out Potions Master, Severus Snape, back to Hogwarts."
A loud applause rang through the hall and, at McGonagall's request Severus stood and took a slight bow.
"Professor Snape has agreed to allow Professor Wall to stay as his assistant since she was kind enough to fill in for him while he was out."
Another round of applause echoed through the hall, but Treasure remained unmoving. She knew her father didn't know how much she despised Professor Wall. It was weird: she hated her because she had taken her father's spot, but now that he was back, she still managed to hate the new professor. It was probably the smug look on Wall's face. Yes, that was it. That look was more than Treasure could stand.
"Now," Headmistress McGonagall announced, "let us eat!"
The Snape family had just gotten back to the castle two hours earlier and, to everyone's surprise, Severus was back. Headmistress McGonagall was so happy (despite all of the rivalry they took part in during the Quidditch season) that she immediately told the House Elves to prepare a special meal for that night in Severus' honor.
Chris leaned over the table towards Treasure and whispered, "Treasure, I knew Anistasia's tea leaves were totally wrong."
Treasure smiled, "Do you know who the tea leaves were talking about?"
"We don't know."
"It seems to me," Treasure began as she reached for a croissant, "that Professor Trelawney has lost her touch."
Chris nodded and turned to her meal as Treasure felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see the Head Boy, a Ravenclaw named Stryker Kei, standing behind her.
"Hi, Treasure," he said.
"Hello, Stryker," Treasure replied.
"I just wanted to tell you that, even though some of the other Ravenclaws aren't exactly thrilled, I am happy that Professor Snape is back, especially since he saved my brother from the train explosion."
"Thank you. You have no idea how extremely happy I am."
No more words could be spoken before a large, cloaked figure cast a shadow on the both of them. He placed one hand on Treasure's shoulder and smiled menacingly at Stryker.
"Good evening, Mr. Kei," Severus snarled in his Potions Master-like voice, "How are we enjoying the food tonight?"
"I haven't exactly had any, professor ---"
"Well," Severus exclaimed, "maybe this would be the prime time to get some!"
"Yes, Professor Snape," Stryker replied and left quickly.
Treasure glared at Severus, "Father," she hissed, "What do you think you are doing?"
"Saving you from trouble," he hissed back.
"Father, its just Stryker."
Severus nodded, "Today, it is just Stryker. Tomorrow it will be Stryker and the next day it will be 'my love'. I am just looking out for you."
"Father, I thank you, but could you just trust me to make my own decisions…just a few little ones?"
"Like, ones that concern your love life?"
Treasure nodded, "Those are exactly the ones."
"I will think about it."
With a grin, Severus walked back up to the Head Table.
Treasure was climbing the stairs to the North Tower that night for detention with Professor Trelawney. She was in a good mood because her mother gave her guitar back, though, she was mad at Professor Trelawney for the prediction she made earlier that day. In the back of her mind, Treasure knew that this would be a long night.
Once she reached the landing, the trap door at the entrance of the Divination classroom flipped open and a ladder dropped to allow her to climb. She grabbed hold of the sides of the ladder and made her way into the classroom. Professor Trelawney was at her desk, grading papers and mumbling things about Slytherin third years not having the inner eye and such. Once Treasure reached the desk, the professor looked up.
"Oh, wonderful! You are here, Miss Snape," she exclaimed, "Would you please polish the crystal balls and then move to cleaning the tea cups?"
Treasure nodded and began to work silently. She worked for two hours on the crystal balls and then began on the teacups that were used that day for tealeaf reading.
"Professor," Treasure began uncertainly, "which one of these were the Riddle sisters'?"
Professor Trelawney looked up from grading papers and walked over to the table Treasure was standing over. After a moment of looking over the cups, she pointed at one near the middle, "That one, my dear, was Anistasia and Christina Riddles' cup."
Treasure picked it up and looked in it. It only looked like a bunch of tealeaves to her. She shoved it into Professor Trelawney's hands.
"Tell me what your inner eye sees," Treasure demanded, half taunting her, half challenging.
Professor Trelawney shook her head and calmly placed the cup on the table, "These are old and are unable to be read. Only fresh ones can be used for fortune telling."
"That is a bunch of bull shit," Treasure said angrily, "The leaves are still wet and the shapes are still there – I can see them! There isn't a grim in there. You just wanted to scare me. Everything you tell everybody is a bunch of bloody bullshit. McGonagall is only keeping you here because Dumbledore, for some reason, believed in you. I don't know why, though. I don't see why."
Trelawney was stunned that a student would have approached her in that manner, however, she spoke, "Come here, Treasure."
Professor Trelawney led Treasure to a pair of beanbag chairs and conjured two Butterbeers onto the table beside them. Treasure left her's alone and watched impatiently as Trelawney sipped her's. A moment later, she put the Butterbeer down and spoke.
"You are very outspoken, much like your mother was at your age and, like you, she was right most of the time. She had, on several occasions, told me that I was a liar; that I only faked what I did. You are right about a couple of things. I believe that Headmistress McGonagall is only keeping me here because Albus believed in me. I came to this school, looking for a job, in 1930. I was fresh out of a wizard school in America for children with fortune telling abilities. The Headmaster, I forget his name, hired me quickly and I began work. Then, World War II started in 1939, and getting the students to and from school safely was a hard time. Some of our students actually came from Germany where, you of course know, Hitler was in power. A few of them were Jewish. We took them and their families in. Everyday, the headmaster feared a bomb would find us, or worse.
"The next year, Albus came to Hogwarts, filling in the Transfiguration spot. We immediately became close friends. He knew that with the close work he was doing with the Ministry and with the headmaster himself, he would one day become headmaster of the school. His chance came in 1943 when the headmaster died of natural causes. However, he believed that his time was not then, and allowed Armando Dippet the position. Dumbledore, at that time, was focusing his thoughts on the dark wizard, Grindelwald, who seemed to be working beside Hitler during WWII. He shared all of his thoughts with me about this, and even lost sleep over it. He was terrorized by the way, Muggle and wizard Jews alike were being treated. He wanted this man, and Hitler, stopped. He felt that it was his duty…his destiny.
"One morning, in 1945, when everyone woke up, he was gone. He had disappeared, and no one knew why. Only I did. The next day, when issues of the Daily Prophet arrived for students and faculty alike, there were pictures of Albus on the front page along with the dead body of Grindelwald. He had defeated him and, studies later showed, that he was Adolf Hitler. In the Muggle world, his body was never found, but in the world of magic, everyone knew how he died and where he died. Albus came back to a large celebration and Armando promised him that he was going to be the next headmaster of Hogwarts. Germany surrendered in WWII due to the 'suicide' of their dictator, the US dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki to end WWII and basically to tell them that 'revenge is a bitch' for bringing them into the war to begin with, and all was fine for a few decades.
"That left Albus and I time to get closer…we had a good relationship. We were in an affair for some time, too, but we never married. He wanted to more than anything, but I wouldn't have it. I knew exactly what was coming for this school and this world and I knew that, after it began, Albus would have no time for a family, much less worry about one. He was hurt after I said no the first time, and the third time, I had to tell him what was coming. In 1970, Armando resigned and he became Headmaster. The arrival of Lilly Evans, Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape along with the Marauders, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew was almost more than he could handle. Then came the times of the dark, when Voldemort was rising in power. It was the hardest thing Albus had to go through as Headmaster. He had to protect the school and had to be on alert all day every day for over eight years. It wore him down. I told him everything my fortunes told me and it helped him get through the tough times.
"Doing this for him gave ma a job…and rewards. His rewards to me were more than I could ask for and, sometimes, more than I was able to accept," she grinned for a moment, took a sip of her butterbeer and continued, "Albus needed my help – he needed my inner eye to keep him sane and to remain the greatest sorcerer in the world. If the truth were to be told, he helped me as well, by being the inspiration of my inner eye. My powers were their strongest when Albus was his strongest. After his death, my powers seemed to dwindle away for some time and now, they are gone. I only said what I said today about your father dying because that is what I had been hearing from Hermione in the professors' lounge and that is what I made myself believe I saw. Now that I look back into that cup, there is no grim. There is nothing but water and tea leaves."
Treasure was unable to speak. She regretted confronting Professor Trelawney like that. Treasure picked up her Butterbeer for the first time, and sipped it.
"Thank you."
The room was flooded with flickering candlelight. Blood red rose petals covered the black, silk sheets of the four-poster. The romantic atmosphere of the bedroom was indeed missing something – lovers.
Outside, only the light reflecting off of the surface of the full moon lighted the garden and Severus was holding Hermione's naked body close to his in the cool waters of the pool. They were completely silent as they embraced this moment – their first moment alone since Severus arrived home. Severus laid his head on Hermione's smooth, right shoulder and, with his left hand, he scooped water out of the pool and allowed it to gently splash onto Hermione's left shoulder and trickle down, over her breast. A smile spread over Hermione's face and she tilted her head back onto Severus' smooth, muscular chest and looked up at the yellow moon. Suddenly, a tear slid down her cheek. As much as she hoped he wouldn't, Severus noticed it. He kissed her neck gently and moved down to her shoulder where his head had been.
"What is the matter, love," he asked in a whisper so smooth and velvety that it made a second tear drop from Hermione's eye.
"I don't know…" she began softly, "I have no idea how I managed to survive the past couple of weeks without you. I thought I would go mad. Sometimes, I would be sitting in the middle of my classroom, in the middle of teaching, and an image of your tombstone, sitting beside Albus' would pop into my mind. I would freeze for several moments. Once one of my students brought me back, I would call off class and run into the office. Every night, I cried myself to sleep and I woke up in despair. I thought of suicide everyday and almost attempted it when I was looking through your potion cabinets ---"
"Shhh, shhh," Severus interrupted and held Hermione tighter; what she was confessing to him was almost more than he could stand, "Do not think about the past two weeks ever again. I am here, holding you. This is real, not what happened to make you cry. I love you Hermione and nothing, not even the angel of death, can keep me away from you."
"Oh, Severus," Hermione cried softly and, without leaving his embrace, spun to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You know," he whispered mysteriously, "I would love to hear you say that in a different situation."
All Hermione had to do was grin at her husband and it was enough to convince him that she wanted to be put in that situation. Severus took her in his arms and carried her out of the pool. Both of their naked bodies were dripping with cool water, shining in the moonlight. He walked with her into the bedroom. Once inside, he gently lay Hermione on the bed and then took his position over her like a lion. He looked into her eyes and ran his fingers through her hair.
"You are beautiful," he whispered, allowing his fingertips to roam over his wife's shoulders, neck and breasts.
Hermione placed her arms around Severus' neck and looked into his black eyes, "I want your sexy body to fuck me mad."
Severus' laugh was deep and playful, "Impatience will get you nowhere, Mrs. Snape. Love is slow and passionate – it gets better with every moment you wait."
Hermione's arms fell from Severus' neck and, with a sigh, she closed her eyes. Severus saw this as a wonderful opportunity and moved his head towards Hermione's hip. With an effortless arm motion, he opened her legs and began nibbling on the inside of her thighs. Surprised, Hermione opened her eyes. As every moment passed, she became more wet and aroused and her male counterpart became harder. Almost unable to stand this teasing, Hermione grabbed hold of Severus' hair and tried to push his head into just the right spot. He smiled, lifted his head and looked into Hermione's blue eyes.
"I shall deduct ten points from the Hermione house for not remembering her lesson of patience and I shall purposely keep her waiting for what she really wants instead of sentencing her to detention."
"Oh, but Professor Snape, you can give me detention anytime."
Oh, no, he thought, she said it. Severus' penis began to throb with boyish impatience.
"Oh, Severus," she whispered in a mysterious tone.
"Oh, Hermione," he exclaimed as he covered her body with his; with the experience of 17 years of making love to his wife, he began to enter her with a smooth movement.
However, he missed.
Hermione had crossed her legs and rolled over on the bed, out from under Severus. She smiled childishly at the dumbfounded look plastered upon his face and Hermione lunged at him. It was her turn to be on top – her turn to play a game.
Starting at his muscular chest, Hermione's tongue traced random shapes into him, circling his nipples and moving down towards his bellybutton. Her hands moved down his sides at the same steady, erotic pace as her tongue. A small half grunt, half sigh released itself from within Severus as Hermione's tongue ran up his erected manhood. She only gave him a small taste of what she had to offer, though, and decided that two can play at his little game of torture. Her tongue made its way to Severus' thighs and was replaced my teeth, nibbling the inside of them.
"Hermione," he grunted.
"Cruel, isn't it," she asked happily.
Not waiting for a response, she wrapped her hand around Severus' penis, which, by this time was about to explode, and licked the head. She tried not to squirm and tried not to break. After a moment, Hermione flung herself off of him and onto the pillows of the bed. Severus sat up quickly and looked at her, easily accessible and showing him what was all his, and straddled her again.
"Oh, you will definitely pay for that one, love."
He took his penis and inserted the head. She smiled, ready, willing and oh, so able to take all of him when, out of nowhere, he withdrew. She whimpered slightly and Severus gave her more than half of him, but again, withdrew.
"Severus…"
At the sound of her voice, he leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "Yes, love?"
He didn't need an answer. He didn't wait for one. Severus lunged hungrily into her and a high "Oh" escaped Hermione's lips. He thrust in and out of her, each time quicker and more eagerly than before. They kissed each other, sometimes missing his or her partner's lips. Both of Hermione's arms were positioned around Severus' neck and she lifted off the bed to meet him with every thrust. As they both worked faster and harder to reach orgasm, Severus placed his hands on either side of Hermione in somewhat of a push-up position and Hermione's hands grasped onto his back. Closer and closer, they came to orgasm. Hermione's hands began slipping off of Severus' back. They both were breathing heavily, gasping for air that seemed as though it wasn't there. Finally, Hermione gave up on trying to grab onto Severus' slick body and just worked for her reward. His pinnacle came and Hermione's cries joined his as they slipped over the edge.
"Scream for me, love," Severus ordered in a low rumble, "Scream for me!"
"Oh, Severus!"
Satisfied with the results, he pulled out of her and allowed his manhood to rest. Gasping, he pulled Hermione to him and held her in his arms.
"I love you, Hermione, with all of my heart."
"And I you, Severus, with all the love that I possess."
There they fell asleep, entangled in their loving vine. ~+~