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WARNING: Mature themes brought up so if you are less than 18 and / or easily triggered by mature content DO NOT READ THIS STORY. You have been warned.
A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for the wait. I have been a little sick lately so I had to rest for a day or two, but here is another chapter for you to enjoy. I would like to thank once again all my reviewers, followers and likers. They are a real support for me and makes me want to continue that story. I hope you will like this chapter.
By the way. Would you like me to name the chapters or not? Tell me and if the answer is yes, I will put names on all future chapters.
Chapter 11
"Harry, Ron. Wake up!" Hermione hissed between her teeth
"Blimey 'Mione. Can't you let us sleep? It's Sunday and most important New Year's Eve. If you want us to celebrate the new year properly let us sleep for Merlin's sake." Ron responded pulling his pillow from under his head and placing it above his head.
"No Ronald I will not let you sleep in, you'll have perfectly the time to do so tonight as Severus asked me on a date. I am going tonight at 8 o'clock in Hogsmeade to spend the New Year's Eve with him."
She said. A large smile had spread across her face as she thought of her lover and all the things they would do together tonight.
"Now if the both of you would get out of bed. I've prepared some breakfast and you better come to the kitchen quickly or it will be cold." She had spoken with a voice that left no place for both of the boys to argue.
They both got out of their beds and made them magically. Ron had caught a few wands from Snatchers whom had been killed and had given one to Harry. To replace his phoenix core broken one. Harry felt that although the wand was powerful, his magic didn't go well with it and even the simplest charms he casted were of poor quality compared to what he could do with his old wand.
They were all sitting around the table. Hermione as always reading a book while Harry and Ron played Wizarding chess. When Hermione had first found out what wizarding chess were in their first year at Hogwarts, she had thought it was a barbaric game. But her interest had grown over the years and she was now following the boys' game forgetting about her book.
"Knight to E4" Harry said smiling triumphantly.
The little wooden piece which pictured a wooden soldier on a horse advanced to the designated spot, took out his sword and blasted the white pawn previously situated on the case.
"Check Ron. Your turn." Ron pondered for a few moments before looking into Harry's eyes. "Castle to E3" he said.
"Check Mate." Ron declared still looking at Harry as his castle moved to the corresponding case.
"Gotcha again Harry. Only beat you in 23 moves this time." Ron said screeching triumphantly.
Harry sighed and with a flick of his wand repaired the damaged pieces before placing them back inside the box.
Shortly after, Ron went outside with Harry to practice the spells that Hermione and Snape had put together. Of course, Hermione found it best if Ron knew not who the second inventor of the spells was. As Ron would without a doubt be less encouraged into learning them. Unfortunately, it had taken a lot more time for Ron to learn the spells. It had taken 6 days. When it only took two days for Harry to learn them.
Two hours later, Hermione was preparing herself for her meeting with Severus. She had chosen a dark blue knee length dress and a black cloak completed her look. She had chosen to wear a pair of black stiletto heels which she had transfigured from a pair of trainers and a little surprise for her lover. She knew he loved to see her in fine lingerie and had managed to transfigure a bra and pair of knickers into a magnificent black and white laced lingerie set. She looked at herself a last time into the mirror and went outside to see the boys off and strengthen the wards.
"I'm going. If you need me, send me a Patronus and I'll come straight away. But only in a matter of urgency. I shall be back after lunch. Be careful." She said before hugging them and returning inside the tent.
When she returned into the tent, she uncorked the small vial of Polyjuice potion and poured it into her mouth. It took a few seconds for the potion to take effect. She looked into a mirror and studied her new features. She had a long and uplifted nose, deep blue eyes, a pulpous mouth and long black hair which were cascading down her back. The rest of her body hadn't changed noticeably apart from her height. She had grown from a few inches and the cloak which previously lingered behind her in a wedding-like fashion, now barely touched the ground only brushing it as she turned around to look at her reflection in the looking glass in front of her.
She then Disapparated from the tent. She was now standing in front of a small inn. Some worn out golden paint on top spelled the name of the establishment Hog's Inn. It was an old looking pub. The windows were covered by elegant dark crimson curtains which spread at the bottom letting the light from inside the pub gleam into the street. Hermione saw the door a few steps away and marched into the snow, her heels sinking into the fresh snow.
Hermione entered the pub and immediately recognised the smell of old cigar lingering into the air. She went towards the bar and saw a man standing behind it. He was small and wore a spotless white pair of gloves. His small moustache was carefully groomed and slightly uplifted at the end. He was wiping a set of cleaned glasses and serving clients. She cleared her throat and when she had his attention, asked.
"I have a meeting with Severus Snape. Could you show me to his room?" she asked in a firm voice.
"Of course. If Madame would be so kind as to follow me." The bartender said bowing his head in deference.
She followed him up a dark staircase. The polished staircase had a magnificent iron wrought handlebar and the steps were covered by a red carpet. The curtain absorbed the sound of her high heels as she climbed up following the man. They arrived onto a long corridor, where at least a dozen of door where. They walked towards the end of the dark corridor and the bartender knocked lightly on the door. It immediately flung open. He was there. Standing in the doorway looking at the smaller man with great disdain. His eyes then fell on her.
"Thank you Elvus for bringing my guest up here. Go now. I'll tell the Dark Lord that he can trust you. Come in Miss Klark." He had said in this deep and mesmerizing voice which screamed pure sex to her.
She entered the room and he took her cloak off. She saw his breath hitch as he saw her apparel and smiled at him. She then excused herself to the bathroom and saw that the Polyjuice Potion effects were beginning to wear off. She washed her hands and when the Polyjuice Potion had totally worn off, she dried her hands and went back inside the room.
"What book did Hermione Granger read the first night I brought her to the headmaster's office?" he asked his voice letting no emotions through.
"The Crime of the Orient Express by Agatha Christie." Hermione answered knowing that he asked this question for safety. He wanted to be sure that it was in fact Hermione standing in front of her.
Before she had time to figure out what was happening. She felt his soft lips ravaging her own. She responded to the kiss and pressed him against the wall opposite the door. She broke the kiss for a moment, both panting
"Severus, I have missed you so much my love. There is so much I have to tell you. You won't believe what happened Seve…" before she had the time to continue, he scooped her up in his strong arms and stumbled his way to a loveseat in the corner of the room.
The room was an en-suite bedroom composed of four rooms. The living and bedroom walls were covered in a beautiful light grey paint. Here and there a few pictures showed some landscapes from the entire world. The living area bared a white carpeting, with a small black coffee table right on top of it. A loveseat and two armchairs surrounded the carpet. There was a beautiful dark wood door that lead to the bedroom. It was covered with a deep blue comforter. On top of it a gold H and silver I intertwined together were embroidered. It was a very comfortable room and the lighting of it was just perfect.
"For now, Hermione, my love I don't want you to think about anything but us. Think about now and not about yesterday or tomorrow. Let me love you my sweet little witch." Severus said propping Hermione on his knees as he sat on the loveseat.
She straddled him. Slightly pushing on her knees as she lingered a few inches away from his already strained trousers. He took a strand of hairs and placed it behind her ear before looking at her in the eyes for a few seconds. You could feel the electricity between them filling the room. Shortly after they resumed kissing, their tongues mapping each other's as if they had drunk a powerful poison and kissing each other was their antidote. Hermione finally lowered herself onto his lap and he moaned in her mouth at the sudden pressure he felt on his already too constricted member. He grasped her and turned her in one swift movement around. She was now underneath him and he was pinning her onto the loveseat his hands roaming up and down her lithe figure while hers were around his neck bringing his lips to hers.
Without a second warning, he picked her up placing both of his hand underneath her thighs the blue dress rose to her mid-thigh and the wizard took advantage to slip his fingers underneath the skirt. When he felt the lace panties underneath the dress, she saw his eyes getting wider. He directed themselves towards the bedroom and when he was sure that the bed would catch her as he released her from his embrace, he placed her on it slowly. He pulled back and admired the piece of art that was his lover. He didn't know how he managed to have this beautiful creature fall in love with him, but he didn't really care at the moment. He bent to his knees and took one of her heeled feet and placed an ever so light kiss on where the shoe wrapped around her ankle. She moaned at the sensation and he began undoing the buckle. He discarded the pair of shoes in a corner of the room and placed lingering kisses along his path as he went up her leg.
When he reached her thigh, he stopped, took her once more in his arms, undid the zipper on her dress and let it fall to the ground. The fabric pooling at their feet. He was now face to face with her lace encased breasts. His breath hitched once again at the sight before him. Before he had time to realise it. His clothes were off.
"Sorry, I think I lost a little control over my magic, how can I excuse myself?" she said slightly laughing.
Severus was surprised. Never had it happened to him before that a witch's skills helped him into bedding her. He joined her onto the bed and discarded her underwear before pushing himself inside her in one deep stroke. She screamed in pleasure and planted her nails into his back. The church's heavy bell began to chime.
"Happy New Year, my lovely witch" Severus murmured into her ear
"Happy New Year, my handsome wizard" Hermione responded.
As the bell struck the last blow and cheered erupted into the night. Both of them came into a blinding orgasm. They both went under the covers and fell asleep in each other's embrace.