Author's notes - The main character of Abby is my own, however, I have borrowed some great characters from the Harry Potter series written by JK Rowling. I am basing my story on her series background, however, please excuse any errors as I have taken liberties in order to make this story my own.
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"Sam, I'm telling you, I'll never get it! Harry has tried so hard to explain it to me, but I just can't get the concept of potions. Every time I light a fire beneath a cauldron, I put the whole school at danger."
"Abby, I promised after you return from your honeymoon, I will help you in Potions. It is my best subject." Sam promised. "And I doubt you will catch the castle on fire. Maybe the lab, but not the whole school."
Abby marched around the room, in frustration. Professor McGonagall was strictly watching over her progress and while she had already surpassed her expectations with most of her studies, she was very lacking in her potion-work. They had been in school for only two weeks, and Abby's private lessons where going well, except for Potions.
She loved her Defense of Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Lupin, which she excelled at. She could regularly and eazily call upon her Patronus. She knew several jinxes, and once knocked Harry across the room, when practicing the Expelliarmus spell. She also enjoyed Care of Magical Creatures, taught by both Hagrid and Grawp. Hagrid was slowly teaching Grawp how to share his duties as grounds keeper and instructor.
She also took Herbology with Professor Lupin's wife, who thankfully, allowed her students to call her Professor Amelia. She had Transfiguration taught by Professor Luna Longbottom. Charms class was taught by Hermoine. She knew Hermoine made the other student's call her Professor Granger, but the two of them had become fast friends, and it felt phony to address her as anything but Hermoine.
She liked all of her classes, except for Potions. She could not make even the simplest of potions. Her fast class, Harry had tried her with a basic first year potion for healing dry skin. It should have been a thick, violet salve like lotion that would have smelt like warm vanilla. Her potion was a thin and watery brew, the greenish-black of stagnant pond water, and smelt like a sewage leak. Harry had laughed it off, making a comment about how Neville Longbottom's first potion had ended. However, by the end of the week, Neville's potion disasters looked OWL worthy compared to Abby's potions. She had melted the entire storage supply of cauldrons in the two weeks since school began. Harry had told her to take a break from class, until after the wedding. She knew he needed this time to order more supplies.
Now, she was using her time off of class to prepare for the wedding. Sam had also become a good friend and had been given special time off from her own classes for the next two weeks, in order to help Abby prepare for a wedding within the wizarding world. From what Abby had learned so far, it would be similar to a Muggle wedding, with some extra vows and some spellwork, butshe was not worried. Therefor while Sam looked through catalogs of wedding gowns, Abby ranted out her frustrations about class.
A knock sounded at the door and Hermoine walked through. "Sounds like you still haven't gotten the knack of things yet. Still melting your cauldrons? Well, come on, it's time you took a break. Ladies, we are off to Hogsmeade for the day."
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"Sam is a very intelligent young girl, you know," Hermoine stated later that night, while she watched Severus eat the food she had sequestered from the kitchen. It was easy for her to keep Severus a secret since the house-elves wanted nothing to do with her. They left her rooms alone, allowing her to do her own cleaning, and said nothing to her when she asked for extra food to take to her rooms. As long as she no longer tried to talk to them about being freed they where happy to leave her to her own devices.
"It's hard for me to believe I have a niece. I knew my mother had another son, when I was seventeen. She had the boy the night I took the Mark. I was so upset over her death, still a child myself, really. I left my father's house that night, and stayed with Lucius until my father died a year later. The child was sent to live with my grandparents. I don't even know his name."
"I believe she said his name is Samuel. Once we have cleared your name, maybe you can get to know your brother."
Severus looked at her, and shook his head, "I don't know why you insist on believing that everything is going to turn out. Even if the Ministry chooses to believe it was an accident, I will still have to complete some type of punishment for Dumbledore's death. I will have to spend time in Azkaban; people are still going to think I meant to kill him; no body is going to trust me. Is this the kind of life that you want?"
Hermoine pushed back her chair and walked around the table. Sliding into Severus' lap, she wrapped her arms around him. "The only kind of life I want is one with you in it. I know that not everyone is going to believe you, but I do, and that is what matters. Together, we will make them see. And I will find a way to keep you out of Azkaban."
She stood up and gently pulled him into the bedroom. They climbed onto the bed, and slowly began to remove each other's clothing. Severus smiled as she pushed him back into the bed, and climbed atop him. She was such a bossy chit. However, she surprised him when she pulled her wand from behind her back and pointed it at him.
His hands quickly flew to his sides. He was petrified. However, he could still feel her above him. His erection pointed into the air, as his body lay stiff and unyielding. As she began to kiss his body, he thought he would shatter. She started by placing a kiss on his parted lips. She then kissed down his chest, his stomach, before moving lower. As she placed his rock hard member in her mouth he knew he was going to shatter. After several minutes of torture, she rose above him, guiding him into herself. She rode him for several more minutes. Severus was delighted in the fact that she was so uninhibited in bed, however, he wished he could participate. He knew that she was close to coming. He was very surprised when she then stopped and reached for the bedside drawer.
From out of the drawer, she pulled two items. "This is a muggle sex toy, that I bought in Hogsmeade today. Fred has decided to add an adult novelty line to his store. I think you'll like this." She then wrapped a purple plastic ring around him. A large egg like shape was on one side. She moved the ring around until it lay above him. The other item was a small jar of cream. She dipped his middle finger into the jar, leaving just a dab of cream on it. She then turned on a switch on the ring, and the egg began to vibrate.
Riding him once more, she would grind her pelvis into him, and the egg. Again, she worked herself to the edge, then she pointed her wand at Severus and screamed, "Touch me!" Severus found that he could move and he knew at once what to do. He found her button, and rubbed the cream into it, and at once she screamed his name.
As her body convulsed around him, he turned her over. As he pounded his body into her, he could feel her rake her nails down his back. The ring slowly shifted, until the buzzing egg was resting below him. Each time he moved into her, the buzzing would tingle against him, until he felt himself becoming more excited. Finally, he could take no more, and he poured himself into her. Exhausted, he rolled to the side.
"I have it figured out. Potter has somehow enchanted you into making love to me on a regular basis. The Order has won, another night like this and you will surely kill me."
Hermoine laughed as she turned off the buzzing machine, and placed it back into the drawer. "I promise, you are going to be around for a very long time. And nobody, not Harry or anyone else, tells me whom I love, and I do love you. Besides, I couldn't kill you now, I'm having so much fun with you."
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"Harry, it was so much fun! Hermoine took us to all the different shops in Hogsmeade. We stopped for drinks, and we bought my gown and picked out the dress robes for everyone else. I even have things for us for our wedding night. Poor Sam, she had no idea why she had to wait in the front of the store for us while we looked! Anyway, everything is set for the wedding. I just have to relax for the rest of the week."
Abby sat with Harry in the sitting room in Sirius' quarters. Sirius was working as an Auror at the castle. He was one of three Aurors who worked permanently at Hogwarts, so that the students where protected at all times. He mostly made rounds as Snuffles, as his dog sense of smell gave him more knowledge of his surroundings.
Harry pulled her into his lap and began to nuzzle her neck. When his hand moved to her waistband, she pulled away from him. "Harry, we can't. Sirius will be back any moment, and you know he can tell when we have been fooling around. He can smell it!"
"Abby, come on, he won't be back for an hour!" Harry begged.
Abby gave him one last lingering kiss before walking to the door. "One more week."
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"Oh, My God, I think I am going to be sick!" Hermoine rushed into the girls' bathroom a few days later, making into the stall just in time. As she wiped her mouth and stood, she could hear someone else retching into the toilet beside her.
She stepped out of the stall, just as Abby stepped out of hers. "Oh thank goodness it was you, Hermoine. I thought I was just having a case of nerves. Well, your sick too, something must be going around."
"Well, we can't have the rest of the school getting sick. We'd better go to the hospital wing." Hermoine stated. The girls walked to the hospital wing in silence, each clutching their rolling stomachs. Explaining to Madame Lamprey, the new mediwitch, they then followed her instructions to lay down. They each reclined on the beds, and sat in silence as Madame Lamprey waived her wand over their bodies.
"Go ahead and sit up girls. There's nothing I can do to help. You'll just have to wait until it passes." Hermoine was shocked, this was the first time a mediwitch had not been able to fix an illness.
"Surely, there isn't a potion we can take? Abby's wedding is tomorrow," she questioned, as her stomach began to roll once more.
"No, though I am told dry toast may help some, however, you should feel better in a an hour or so, until tomorrow morning."
Abby laughed, "What kind of bug is this? It sounds to me as though you're describing morning sickness."
Madame Lamprey shook her wand at the two girls, "Exactly!"
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Sorry, I really did not mean to take that long to get this chapter out but I had pneumonia and once I was over that I had to work overtime all last week to make up for the hours I missed from work.
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