Chapter 134: The More Things Change
{A/N: As a Thank You for your time and patience, I've included this bonus chapter for the epilogue...late post...I may consider rewriting this...}
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Warning: This chapter contains Mature Content, Sexual content ahead...
The Potions Classroom, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...
A series of giggles had escaped from the mouth of The Charms Mistress Hermione Granger-Snape as her employer and husband Headmaster Severus Snape playfully nipped at her neck. He pressed her between his surprisingly well toned form for a man in his early sixties. Of course given his wizard blood, he had not looked a day over thirty and given his antics he had not been no older than a teenager. The former Potions Professor groaned as he supported the weight of his beautiful wife while her legs wrapped around him. They had both been quite nude, exposed to the cool air of the classroom and the castle's elements so to speak. Hermione's usually tightly wound hair had been let down for the occasion more so at the insistence of her husband. The exceptionally tall wizard had a good deal of height on her as she rested her head against his exposed pale chest.
Snape shifted a bit pressing his own weight into the slender witch causing her to bite back a sharp gasp given his antics. A low groan escaped his lips as their joined bodies ran rampant with sensation. He had not known what it was about this witch that had given him a youthful spirit as of late but he was quite glad that she had given their antics. He barely felt his age although, Dumbledore and a few other witches and wizards of notorious age often told him he would if given a few advanced years.
Hermione giggled a bit more unable to get the fact that they were having sex in his former Potions Classroom out of her mind. She wondered at first if it were his attempt to be romantic concerning her past fantasies of him while he had given class lectures that seemed to captivate her since the moment she entered this room.
"Quiet witch." hissed Snape as he thrust rather slowly into her willing warmth.
"I can't help it." she whispered. "You're being so naughty."
Snape arched an eyebrow at his wife.
"I believe the old muggle saying is that it takes two to tango my dear." he said in his own defense. "You are being what you call "naughty" right along with me."
Hermione could hardly believe her ears. He had been right of course and it only served to increase the sensations of pleasure that they were inducing. Snape continued to thrust into his beautiful wife and his pace began to increase right along with his impatience. They had not known when Phaeron would be back from his visit with Lily and Sethivas and there was also that undeniable rush from the prospect of getting caught.
After a few more moments, Snape fully dedicated himself to the task of pleasing both himself and his wife completely ignoring the dangers that surrounded them in terms of time and visibility. The more he began to apply himself however, the more Hermione began to lose herself and she started letting her pleasure be known.
Fortunately, Snape had managed to cast a silencing charm but it would do little in terms of keeping their act discreet if Phaeron should return before the estimated amount of time.
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The Corridors, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...
Phaeron Severus Sebastian Snape had been well on his way back to his classroom. He had a lot of parchments to grade and even more assignments to go through in terms of his lesson plan for the next afternoon of Potions Class. The younger Snape had not known how his father put up with teaching endless droves of mindless dunderheads for the amount of time that he had been Professor in this place. He couldn't even imagine what it must have been like for Master Phaeron.
"Bloody dunderheads." he muttered as he made his way down the lengthy corridor.
A couple of students had been out of class, perhaps thinking they could get away with skipping a few classes. Phaeron proved to be every bit as effective in terrorizing the students as his father had and swooped upon them in a flurry of billowing black robes. One of the students, a Hufflepuff dropped his books and shrieked as Phaeron eyed him suspiciously.
"Going some where Mr. Stevens?" he asked in a strange baritone drawl.
"I-I was just on my way t-to the library P-Professor S-Snape." replied Mr. Stevens.
"And what would be the reason for your being out of class so soon?" asked Phaeron with his eyebrow arched in the style of his father.
"I-I was told to begin my r-research for C-Charms Class sir...Mrs. Professor Snape...gave me permission." explained the trembling young student.
Phaeron glared at the Hufflepuff boy for a moment.
"Do you have proof of this so-called permission?" he asked annoyed.
The trembling boy produced a written form signed of course by his mother which caused Phaeron to roll his eyes at the sight of her irritating youthful scrawl. It had in fact been a good deal better than his father's spidery hand writing at the end of his employment checks.
"You may go Mr. Stevens." said Phaeron.
The Potions Professor turned his attention to the second student. He had been a third year Slytherin and one Phaeron recognized quite well. Given his messy brown hair and dark brown eyes, it wasn't hard to tell which family he had belonged to.
"Well...Well... Mr. Potter." he said annoyed. "It seems you have forgotten your pass this evening."
The current Mr. Potter had been the only son of his retched brother in law James Potter II, and by all accounts his nephew.
"You got me uncle Phaeron." he said with a smile. "Am I to report to you or Uncle Severus for detention?"
Phaeron shook his head. It had been strange thinking back to all the battles he had within these very halls with James Sirius Potter, and to find himself looking into the eyes of his only son. Unlike his father, Rendon Potter had been the second Potter to be sorted into Slytherin house. He had clashed with James II more or less and proved to be quite the disappointment for the elder Potter child. It didn't bother Rendon as much as people would have believed considering he loved being in the company of his Uncle Albus Severus, the first shining example of a Potter being Slytherin and his Uncle Phaeron, the son of his great Uncle Severus the second Slytherin Headmaster in Hogwarts history.
The boy paid very little attention to Ronald Weasley dismissing him as "A foolish child in a grown man's body still crying over the loss of a girl that never loved him. He spent little time with his father James, whom had been on the road playing Quidditch professionally. There had been whispers abound that James II had been having numerous affairs and his antics in the spotlight did little to endear Rendon to him.
"Just this once, I'll pretend that I didn't see you." said Phaeron finding himself amused by his nephew despite his earlier mood.
"Thank Uncle Phaeron." replied Rendon with a smile. "I'd better go before Uncle Severus or Draco see me."
"That would be wise." replied Phaeron.
The current Potions Professor found himself alone again as he moved about the halls. His thoughts briefly drifted back toward his young nephew and how he was coping with tragic death of his mother, Ann Steebles-Potter and his father's increasing distance. The boy had been leaning more toward his uncles as father figures and was often seen at the Snape family breakfast table more so than even Albus Severus these days whenever Hogwarts let out for the holidays.
Over the years it seemed like Phaeron had been the father of two young sons given all the time he spent with his young nephew. With a sigh, he shook the encroaching thoughts of family from his mind and made his way back to his potions class room. Part of the young wizard's frustration as of late had been his inability to reach his father, whom had gone out for some apparent reason. When he went to speak with his mother about his father's current whereabouts, she had been missing as well.
He finally reached the door and found the wards had been changed.
Confused and more than a little annoyed at the lapse in protocol, Phaeron got out his wand and attempted to take them down. In his quest to enter his classroom, he found there had been a strong silencing charm and several traps activated. The younger Snape rolled his eyes as he realized what had been going on.
"Mother!" he shouted still very much annoyed. "Father, this is not the time for acting like randy six years!"
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The Potions Classroom, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...
With an involuntary shout, Severus Snape found himself spilling into the equally spent Hermione Granger-Snape. He held her for a moment as they struggle to catch their collective breath and got their bearings. The sound of their eldest son making his presence known on the other side of the door had gotten their attention. Snape smirked when his son accused him of acting like a randy six year. Hermione had been slightly mortified that Phaeron had been hip to their sorted antics and turned bright scarlet as she wiggled out of her husband's grasp and quickly went about collecting her attire.
Snape smirked noting how Hermione hated the idea of their children knowing about their personal life. He couldn't resist a few jabs at her incredibly predictable antics. Of course she scowled at him when she finished getting her clothes on. Snape took his time, also pulling on his boxers and trousers the muggle way but not before applying a well timed cleansing charm to the both of them. He had just started on his shirt when Phaeron breached the wards.
The young Potions Professor entered the classroom with a scowl on his face that amused even Snape as he got a look at his doppelganger child in the heat of the moment.
"You look just like him." said Hermione finding the amusement in the situation at last. "The billowing of black robes and all."
Phaeron arched an eyebrow at this.
"Well good afternoon to you too mother." he said in a bitter tone. "And to you father...would you two mind telling my why you decided my classroom was the best place for your extended snogging session?"
Hermione's cheeks turned red as she looked at her son. He had been too much like his father in her opinion. Snape merely sat back in the chair with his feet kicked up on the desk as if he had not a care in the world.
"Just what do you think you are going to do Professor Snape give us detention?" he teased causing Phaeron to narrow his obsidian eyes at the man whom had given him life.
"Way to go father, another fine job of scaring me for life." said the embittered younger wizard.
Snape simply shrugged.
"Phaeron it wasn't our intention to scar you for life...your father and I just got caught up in a few old memories." Hermione tried to explain.
"Not helping mother." said the Potions Professor as he made his way toward his desk.
Snape smirked as the boy motioned for him to remove his feet and person from the desk so that he could get back to work. When the elder Snape made no move to comply with his wishes, Hermione lent a hand.
"Severus Snape you get out of that chair this instant and let your son continue his work." she scolded. "Honestly you are getting to be as bad as Dumbledore."
Snape lazily got to his feet and made his way toward the door.
"No one's as bad as Dumbledore mother." said Phaeron with a smirk.
"The old sod is still grating on my nerves." muttered Snape as he made his way to the door.
Hermione shook her head. There was never going to be a time when she completely understood her husband. He was as much a man of mystery as he had always been.
"Have a good rest of the day sweetheart." she said.
Phaeron sighed not at all liking to be reminded of his former child years given his position of power.
"You too mother...and please don't allow father to talk you into any more ridiculous stunts...he's worse than a hormonal teenager." said the current Potions Professor.
"I heard that." called Snape from the door with his arms folded across his chest. "Watch it boy."
Phaeron smirked at his father's scowl noting he had looked too much like the snarky old sod.
"Doesn't make it any less true." called Hermione as she glared back at him.
She turned her attention back to her eldest son.
"We expect to see you, Lily and Seth over this weekend." she said.
"Already covered that mother." replied Phaeron. "Then we've got dinner at the burrow with the Weasleys again."
Phaeron sighed.
Snape smirked noting his son's misery. He knew all too well that The Weasley clan was grating on his son's nerves. It had been a fair trade off considering he had to teach most of them for years. Not to mention The Potters.
"Well if it gets too mental over there...be sure and stop by the house...I want to hear all about it." said Hermione offering a bit of sympathy for Phaeron.
She turned her attention toward the door but then she turned around.
"I almost forgot." she said with a smile. "Something to get you through the rest of the day."
Phaeron's eyes widened as she placed a toffee nut bar onto his desk.
"Don't let your father see it." said Hermione softly. "You know how he gets."
"Thanks mother." said Phaeron with a pleased smile filed across his sallow pale face.
Snape narrowed his eyes as he strained to hear what was being said between his wife and son.
Hermione quickly walked out the door with Severus trailing behind her.
Phaeron closed and warded his class room door and turned his attention to his newly acquired toffee nut bar.
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The Corridors, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...
Hermione pretended she didn't notice Snape's burning gaze as she moved about the empty corridors. Although, she was ahead of him when she left the Potions Classroom, Snape's long legs enable him to catch up to her in just a few strides. The witch had not even cleared part of the major corridor when Snape quickly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into one of the rooms. His obsidian eyes flickered with malice as he took in the sight of his infamous intellectual little wife.
"Where's mine?" he asked not at all caring to elaborating on what she already knew.
"Where is what?" asked Hermione innocently.
"Playing coy doesn't suite you Mrs. Snape." muttered the Headmaster. "Now, I saw you give something to the boy and I demand to know what it was."
Hermione arched an eyebrow at this.
"You demand?" she asked amazed by his antics. "You demand to know about something that doesn't concern you."
"Oh it concerns me quite a bit Mrs. Snape." countered The Potions Master with the malice still flickering behind his obsidian eyes. "Especially if you have given that boy my blasted toffee nut bar."
Hermione thought for a moment.
"Hmmmmm." she said as if it were some great puzzle. "Did it come in a plain looking white wrapper?"
Snape narrowed his eyes at her becoming increasingly annoyed.
"You're treading on thin ice witch." he growled.
"I'm so terrified wizard." she shot back.
"Last chance to tell me the truth." said Snape with a wicked smirk.
"I have no intention of doing such a thing." said Hermione with a smirk of her own.
"Very well Mrs. Snape.." he said.
The Charms Mistress had been all giggles as Snape lifted the witch off the stone floor with relative ease. It did not take her long to figure out he had lead her to the room of requirement, the last time she had entered this place she had been Hermione Granger when she emerged she had been Mrs. Hermione Granger-Snape. The recognized better-half of Severus Snape.
The Headmaster smirked as he threw her onto an enormous bed with plush white pillows and an ocean of comforters.
"Git.' said Hermione as Snape pounced on the bed like a big black panther.
She couldn't hold back her giggles as he pinned her to the mattress.
"You do know we have to get back to work at some point." she said when they settled down and found themselves having a lie in.
"I'm not in much of a hurry." replied Snape closing his eyes as exhaustion seemed to take over. "How about you?"
"I can't say that I'm in all that much of a rush either." she said truthfully.
There was a moment of silence before Hermione spoke again.
"He's right you know." she said with an amused expression on her lovely face.
"And whom would you be referring to?" asked Snape not bothering to open his eyes.
"Well our son of course." replied Hermione with a pleasant smile.
"And what prey tell is he right about?" asked The Headmaster attempting to enjoy his rest.
"You do behave like a randy six year." she replied.
Snape smirked amused by the apparent compliment given that he had been at the age of sixty-one by muggle standards.
"Well Mrs. Snape...I can assure you it's not all together intended on my part." he said sitting up and looking into her amber eyes.
"What do you mean?" asked Hermione meeting his gaze.
"I would think perhaps it is you that inspires such an effect." he said honestly. "I'd say being married to you as given me a "new lease on life" so to speak."
Hermione had a question that entered her mind that she immediately tried to suppress but it didn't seem to want to go away. Before she knew it she was saying it out loud.
"Severus?" she said.
"Yes?" he replied showing she had his full attention.
"If you were given the choice to do it all again would you?" she asked biting her bottom lip to combat her nervousness.
Snape arched an eyebrow at this.
"I beg your pardon?" he said confused.
"What I mean to say is...if you were given the chance to go through everything we had in the past few years all over again would you?" she asked once more.
Snape had been silent for a moment as if considering his answer.
"To tell you the truth Hermione...no." he replied.
The witch seemed to be a bit disheartened by his response. Snape gave no indication that he had been finished with his statement as he lifted her chin with his index finger and met her gaze once more.
"There are quite a few things I would change." he explained. "For one...I would never have hurt you the way that I had in the past...even with the war going on...I should never have doubted your love for me."
"It wasn't really your fault at the time." said Hermione coming to terms with Severus' rocky past. "I'm the one who insisted that marriage be forced upon you when you already had so much to deal with."
Snape smiled, a rare genuine smile.
"I am rather glad you did." he said meaningfully. "Given what has become of our marriage I mean...the truth is Hermione...I would not have survived the war without you."
Hermione returned his smile.
"You mean our farce of a marriage?" she asked.
"I mean our very real and very wonderful marriage." replied Snape serious in his tone. "I would not have survived that Merlin forsaken war if not for you witch...I owe you more than what could be put into words."
"I think it's fair to say you've given me all that and more." said Hermione as she rested her head against her husband's ebony clad chest.
He instinctively wrapped his arm around her as a means of comfort and protection.
"I love you Severus." said Hermione once again breaking the easy silence between them.
"And I love you, Hermione." replied Snape enjoying the scent of jasmine in her loose fallen hair.
After a few moments the bliss was shattered by the urgent sense of duty.
"Time to go Mrs. Snape." said The Headmaster.
Hermione let out a sigh feeling reluctance as she and her husband's quiet moment together in this place came to an end.
"Lead on Mr. Snape." she said venturing through the corridors of Hogwarts Castle with her husband's arm in hers.
Looking back through the years she spent trying to make sense of her life prior to the Marriage Law, and survive the war with Voldemort, she had found the love of her life in the form of a snarky git Potions Master that had been an imposing figure in her life since she had been twelve and she couldn't be happier.
The End...