Chapter 9 ~ Collections and Statements

Twenty minutes later, Albus, Hermione and about thirty Aurors appeared in the graveyard, and saw the open grave. Albus led the way down, his wand drawn, followed closely by Hermione with the Aurors bringing up the rear.

"Severus?" Albus called as he left the stairs.

"In here, Headmaster," Severus called back, still thumbing through Playwizard. Peter groaned, and the Potions Master looked over at him for a moment then decided to leave him conscious.

"He sounds all right," Albus said to Hermione, who looked extremely worried. Still, they kept their wands drawn as they entered the main room.

Peter was rousing, his face badly bruised and his jaw clearly broken. Little birds were hopping about on the scant furniture and floor, some pecking at Peter's legs.

Hermione looked at the Potions Master with concern, peering at him to see if he had suffered any damages. He was sitting at the table reading…

"Playwizard?" Hermione seethed, "What are you doing ogling naked witches in a situation like this?"

For some reason, the witch was livid. Albus chuckled as the Aurors collected Peter.

"I am not ogling witches. I am reading the articles," the Potions Master said with a smirk, closing the magazine and placing it face down on the table, then rising. "As you can see, Spells Mistress, I had the situation well in hand. Peter has never been a match for me, mentally or physically. I simply gave him the bird."

Hermione looked at all the tiny birds hopping about. Severus must have cast a few Avis spells. Then she noticed the black stains on the wall and broken glass. She walked closer to it.

"Blood. It looks like it's been here for years," she said, examining the wall.

"No, only half an hour. You are looking at the final remains of the Dark Lord. Peter was keeping the blood alive with the elixir I created years ago, probably in the hope of resurrecting Voldemort again," the Potions Master said soberly.

"And the blood was issuing the Phantom Summons," Hermione breathed, staring at the black stain. "And when Peter felt the summons from your Mark, he thought it might be the Dark Lord and answered it."

Albus walked over next to Hermione and examined the blood as well. Then he turned to her.

"I must say, Spells Mistress, you solved the mystery of the Phantom Summons quite well. You and the Potions Master make a good team," the wizard said, smiling broadly as Hermione scowled.

Severus smirked.

"Yes, and I think we have the potential to make an even better team, Headmaster," he purred.

Albus arched an eyebrow at the dark wizard.

"Really Severus? How so?" he asked.

Hermione turned and looked at the Potions Master, who rested his eyes on the witch.

"I haven't quite worked out the details. Miss Granger and I will have to put our…heads together," he said silkily.

Hermione colored deeply and Albus looked a bit perplexed. An Auror walked up.

"We are going to need a statement from you, Professor Snape as well as you, Miss Granger. Would you mind coming with us down to the Ministry?" he asked.

Severus nodded his assent at the wizard, then looked at Hermione.

"Not at all," Hermione said, glad to get out of the uncomfortable situation. "I'll see you back at Hogwarts, Headmaster."

Albus nodded as Hermione followed the Auror out.

Severus watched her go.

"Quite an amazing young woman, isn't she Severus?" the Headmaster said, eyeing the wizard. Severus turned and looked at the Headmaster.

She has some good points, Headmaster, though I would hardly call her amazing. Our discovery of this lair was an accident really. If Peter hadn't answered the call, Voldemort's blood would have not been discovered," the Potions Master said.

Albus frowned.

"Give credit where it is due, Severus. If our Spells Mistress had not discovered how to send the summons, Pettigrew would not have appeared. She found a way to end your pain. You should be grateful to her, and show her you are. It's the least you can do," the Headmaster said, disapproval in his voice.

Severus' eyes met the Headmaster's steadily.

"I will show Miss Granger exactly how I feel in good time, Headmaster…be assured," the wizard said silkily, striding past Albus. "If you'll excuse me, I need to go file a statement at the Ministry of Nincompoops."

Severus exited the lair, Albus staring after him, shaking his head.

"I just don't understand that wizard," he said.

The Headmaster was in good company.

Severus and Hermione told of the events that led up to Peter's appearance, capture and destruction of the Dark Lord's living blood to the Council. Minister Figglesworth's brow was creased the entire time. He was trying to figure out how the Ministry could claim some of the credit for the discovery. He frowned slightly because he couldn't.

The Ministry's laxness would make the Council look very bad when the story hit the papers. Figglesworth focused on Hermione.

"Miss Granger, why didn't you summon the Aurors when Peter Pettigrew appeared?" he asked her. "That was the proper measure to take when facing a wanted criminal."

Severus frowned. It was clear to see the Minister was trying to pin some kind of impropriety on the witch since he couldn't take any credit.

"There wasn't time. If I had summoned the Aurors we might not have been able to follow and find him," the witch responded. "It was a gut reaction."

"A gut reaction that could have had a very bad end," Figglesworth said accusingly. "You overstepped your bounds, Miss Granger. You should have left this to the Ministry."

Hermione stared at the Minister of Magic in disbelief. They had captured Peter Pettigrew and destroyed Voldemort's blood and he was browbeating her for it?

She was about to defend herself when Severus spoke.

"Minister Figglesworth…it has been very clear to those of us who suffered from the Phantom Summons for all these years that the Ministry had no interest in trying to end our suffering or in looking for the source of it. Albus Dumbledore and Miss Granger took it upon themselves to privately research the problem, seeking to put an end to it. Your administration provided no support whatsoever."

Severus eyed all the Council members condescendingly.

"You all turned a blind eye to the suffering of a part of the wizarding community. Former deatheaters. This woman, this witch…who is a muggle-born no less, devoted two years of her life trying to find an answer to this problem. She inadvertently drove Peter Pettigrew from underground in the process. Peter was not a wanted criminal. He was presumed dead. None of your Aurors were looking for him. He was not on your 'Most Wanted' list. When the Phantom Summons came, I was incapacitated by pain. If Miss Granger had not acted quickly and demanded I follow the wizard, he would have escaped. It is obvious to me sir, that your concern is not about her following proper protocol or procedure…which in fact is not even an issue since you washed your hands of the Dark Mark problem, but about the Ministry appearing lax in its duties…which it was and is."

Minister Figglesworth turned completely red at this statement. Severus continued.

"Miss Granger made the right decision. If you were looking at the situation reasonably, Minister, you would see this. But then again, it is not the first time you and this Council have made an error in judgment laying blame," Severus said evenly, thinking how he had been incarcerated and brutally interogated before being freed and given the Order of Merlin.

Figglesworth swelled visibly as he looked at the pale wizard. Severus' eyes were hard as stones as he returned the Minister's glare. Another Council member leaned into the wizard and reminded him that most likely both Severus and Hermione would be speaking with reporters. It wouldn't do for the Potions Master to repeat what he said here to the papers. Figglesworth frowned blackly.

"Very well. Your statements have been duly noted. You are both free to go," he said in bad temper.

Hermione stared at him. Weren't they even going to get a 'thank you?"

The Council stood up and exited the boardroom.

Severus turned and exited as well, Hermione following him and scowling. They left the Ministry building and headed for the public apparition point. Both were silent as they walked. The Potions Master jaw was tight. He was very angry. Fucking idiots.

"I didn't know the Council was made up of such assholes," Hermione said suddenly.

Severus looked at her, and his mouth quirked.

"A very astute observation, Miss Granger. The Ministry of Magic is like one huge loo in this respect. Full of assholes and shit," the wizard said. "They are more concerned with appearances and getting re-elected than governing properly. It has always been that way."

Hermione nodded.

"Figglesworth sounded as if he were about to string me up," the witch said.

They stopped, joining the line of witches and witches waiting to apparate. Hermione placed her hand on Severus' arm. He looked down at her.

"Thank you for speaking up," she said softly.

He frowned at her.

"I only gave the facts as I saw them, Miss Granger. It was not a rescue," he said as the line moved up. Then he looked at her consideringly.

"Would you like to apparate with me? I can take you directly into Hogwarts," he said craftily. Hermione caught the little note in his silken voice and her brow furrowed.

"Can you take me directly to the door to my rooms?" she asked him.

"No, but close," he replied.

When he apparated to Hogwarts, he always ended up in his bedroom.

"How close?" she asked him suspiciously.

"Reasonably close," he said obtusely.

Hermione studied him and noticed the glint in his eyes.

"Reasonably close as in your private rooms?" she asked him, her own eyes glinting now. The Potions Master was trying to pull a fast one on her…to get her alone with him. She was tempted, but wasn't ready for the kind of pressure he would put on her. Not after this morning. Good gods, no.

"Yes, my private rooms," he replied, looking at her with some heat.

Hermione felt a bit of warmth in her belly. Damn, she hoped she didn't wet her knickers again. She was going to have to start wearing knicker liners around the wizard if this kept up.

"No, I'll apparate back solo," she said.

The Professor shrugged as they stepped into the space for apparition.

"Suit yourself, witch," he said, then disappeared with a crack of thunder.

Hermione was a little surprised. He didn't even try to coax her. She thought the wizard would at least ask her once more so she could turn him down again. But he didn't.

Severus wasn't a wizard to beg a witch for what he wanted.

Hermione sighed and disapparated, reappearing in front of Hogwarts' main gates. She looked around. No, the Professor wasn't here waiting for her. She should have known better. He went directly to his rooms as he planned.

Hermione pulled out her wand, unwarded the gates and stepped through, warding them back and striking off across the grounds.

What a day this had been. Kissed by Severus, capturing Peter Pettigrew, facing the Ministry Council, and almost lured to the Potions Master's private rooms. She had been tempted to go, but held back. She didn't think she could survive another kiss from the wizard, much less anything else.

The witch felt a pulse in her lower belly as she considered what 'anything else' could be. Unconsciously, she hugged herself as she approached the castle.

No…she probably wouldn't be able to survive another kiss by the dark, snarky wizard, not intact anyway…but gods, what a way to go.

In his study, Severus gulped down a shot of firewhiskey, his black eyes a bit angry. He had wanted Hermione to accompany him back to his rooms. He wasn't planning on fucking the witch, but he would have enjoyed heating her up a bit before tossing her out of his rooms. It was all a part of the delicious game.

The wizard sat down in his armchair, gazing into the flames and thinking about all that had transpired. It had been quite a day. Suddenly the Potions Master realized he really did need to thank the witch.

She had saved his life.

Peter Pettigrew had been about to cast the Killing curse on him, and he was wandless. He could do wandless magic but it took time for his power to build…he would not have been able to focus it in time. If Hermione had hesitated hexing the wizard, he would be dead.

Shit. Not another Life debt. It was bad enough when he had to follow Potter around, saving him from himself. Circe.

Severus scowled blackly for several minutes, then sighed with relief. No, he didn't owe Hermione a life debt. He had saved her life already by refusing to give her to the Dark Lord. She had simply evened the score. Thank the gods. They were on equal footing.

Until they hit the bed, that is.

Now that he was free from her service…Severus decided it was time to turn up the heat a bit more. In this case, he figured less would be more. The wizard smirked.

He was going to drive Hermione Granger wild.

The next day Albus was deluged by requests for interviews with himself, Severus and Hermione. He scheduled a small press conference in the Great Hall right after breakfast. Severus was quite miffed, since Professor Binns had to take his morning class, and the ghost was bound to leave ectoplasm on his good swivel chair. So he was in bad temper.

The three told the press about the project to solve the Phantom Summons and a lot of focus was placed on why a muggle-born witch would devote so much time trying to help former deatheaters.

"Everyone deserves a second chance," Hermione told the reporters, "those people who renounced Voldemort and took their proper places in society deserved a clean start and were still suffering. No one was looking for a solution to the Phantom Summons. I and the Headmaster believed that needed to be rectified, and I was simply willing to work on finding a solution. It didn't matter I was muggle-born. What mattered was people needed answers. I did my best to find them."

Professor Snape was drawn into the limelight too, as a brave hero who entered the lair, overpowered Pettigrew and destroyed the Dark Lord's last remaining vestiges of life. The dark wizard simply told what happened without embellishment, but of course the newspapers made it quite dramatic, and the Potions Master was deluged with owls from interested witches again, most of which included photos of the women in various stages of undress.

Hermione also received posts from admirers, but nothing compared to the stacks of scented parchments Severus received.

The Potions Master had taken to eating breakfast with the rest of the staff…Hermione being the underlying cause, so they all witnessed the wizard's breakfast being disrupted by armloads of letters dropped on his plate. The wizard would scowl, gather them up and miniaturize them, stuffing the letters into his pocket. The witches were dying to see exactly what the parchments contained, particularly Hermione. Since the capture of Peter Pettigrew, the Potions Master hadn't really approached her…it had been close to a week since they had talked. She thought the wizard might be angry at her for not apparating with him to Hogwarts from the Ministry.

Hermione knew she should have been glad the wizard was no longer being suggestive towards her…but…she wasn't. The Potions Master's interest had been a deliciously disturbing aspect of her life, adding excitement and anticipation to her daily existence, not to mention eroticism to her nightly dreams. His seeming lack of interest in pursuing her affected the witch. She was…disappointed. Very disappointed, but didn't know what to do about it. She didn't want to throw herself at the Potions Master. It would be too embarrassing. What could she do?

Friday evening when she was on her way to her rooms after supper where she had turned down going on a "Girls Night Out" with the other staff members, she saw a strange witch walking ahead of her. She was a tall red-head with quite a curvaceous shape dressed in a blue cloak. The woman stopped in front of the Potions office and knocked. Hermione slowed down, and on a whim disillusioned herself. She moved as close as she dared and waited to see who the witch was.

The door opened and Severus looked at the woman, his dark eyes washing over her. Then he stuck his head out and looked up and down the dungeon corridor before once again looking at the unfamiliar witch. He'd been through this before.

For some reason, Hermione felt her belly grow cold as she watched the wizard.

"May I help you?" Severus asked the witch silkily.

The witch looked at the wizard with a glint in her eye.

"Hello, Professor Snape. My name is Elena Goodbody," the witch said.

Severus smirked.

"Quite the name," he purred, his black eyes drifting over her again, "And how may I help you, Miss Goodbody?"

"I just wanted to meet you. I read about your daring takedown of Pettigrew and wondered about the man behind the hero. Everyone loves a hero, Professor," the witch said, her lips curling.

Severus considered her.

"Do they? And are you the type of witch that loves a hero you've never met, Miss Goodbody?" he asked her, his meaning unmistakable

"I could be," she responded naughtily.

Severus once again gave her a considering look. His eyes rested on her hair.

"Are you a natural redhead, Miss Goodbody?" he asked the witch.

"I'm afraid I'm a bit, mismatched," the witch admitted.

"I'm sure the colors are…complementary," the wizard replied, opening the door wider. "Come in, Miss Goodbody. Let us get…better acquainted."

"Thank you, Professor," Elena said, walking past him.

Severus looked out the door once more, then closed it.

Hermione stood against the wall, feeling as if her heart were about to drop out of her chest. She didn't have a relationship with the Professor, but seeing him bring another witch into his private office with such obvious designs on her actually hurt.

Hermione removed the disillusionment spell and walked slowly down the corridor, very upset. She had believed the Professor was really focused on her, but apparently she was just in his sights as a conquest. Her virginity was the prize…not herself. The wizard obviously liked experienced witches, judging by his quick acceptance of "Miss Goodbody." What kind of name was that for a witch anyway? It sounded as if the woman should be wrapped around a pole someplace.

Hermione scowled as the unfamiliar tendrils of jealousy snaked through her. How dare he do this? Tease and tantalize her so, then fuck somebody else? Maybe he was randy and couldn't wait until she was ready to be deflowered. But he had made no advances toward her in over a week…she could have become ready. Hermione was drawn to the wizard; she had already admitted it to herself, though it seemed so wrong. He was nothing like the kind of man she dreamed about getting involved with. He made no offers of eternal love or commitment or anything.

But gods, he turned her on so much. Hermione now understood what Severus meant when he said she had a lot to learn about the ways of witches and wizards. A long courtship wasn't necessary or required to enjoy intimacy. Only the desire. And there was nothing wrong with that if both parties were willing. Hermione believed she was willing.

She was just passing the Potions office when the door opened and Miss Goodbody was ejected, stumbling a bit as she entered the corridor.

"Thank you, but no thank you, Miss Goodbody," the wizard said to the scowling witch.

"How…how dare you!" Miss Goodbody raged, her blue eyes narrowed hatefully at the wizard as she brushed off her cloak in an attempt to regain her composure.

"I prefer to be the hunter, not the prey, Miss Goodbody," the wizard said, his eyes shifting towards Hermione momentarily before returning to the witch. "Good day."

Severus closed the door. It clicked as he locked it.

"Why that insolent, ugly bastard," the witch seethed, "he's got some fucking nerve!"

She stormed up the corridor.

Hermione watched her go, her heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. He didn't want what the witch offered him. She had been too easy. Smiling, Hermione let herself into her rooms.

In his office, Severus also wore a hint of a smile. The Potions Master had very sharp eyes due to years of making rounds through Hogwarts in search of rule breakers. He saw Hermione's disillusioned form pressing against the dungeon corridor wall when Elena first knocked on his door.

Miss Goodbody had been attractive enough, but Severus had already been through this. He could have fucked the witch, but she would have been taking more than she was giving. His name probably would have ended up in some gossip column by the week's end. The woman was just another status whore seeking to bask in his limelight. She had no interest in him personally. He would have simply been stud service.

The only reason the Potions Master had the dialogue he did and brought her into his office was because Hermione was spying on him, the little minx. He wanted to see if he could make her jealous. The look on her face when he opened the door and pushed Miss Goodbody out could only be described as one of shock and happiness. He definitely had made points with the witch, and that had been his intention.

The wizard had purposely avoided Hermione for the past week, hoping his coolness would have the effect of putting her off-balance while stoking her desire for him. The fact that Hermione was spying and looked so happy when he ejected the witch meant that she was still quite interested in him. He was waiting for Hermione to approach him. At this point in the game, he wanted the witch to make advances, even if she covered them up with lame reasons for interaction.

When she did that, he could move on to the next phase of the game.

Saturday afternoon found Hermione in the library. She had a stack of books in front of her that she was supposed to be perusing, but she was doodling on a piece of parchment…using Severus' name and making anagrams from it. Her brow was furrowed as she shifted the letters around, making new words that fit him and her situation.

SEVERUS SNAPE

Spun as severe.
Averseness up.
Sap uses nerve.
Saves up sneer.

Yes, that described him all right. She wrote two more anagrams.

Senses rave up.
Pass. Never use.

Hermione stared at the last two. The wizard really did make her senses "rave"…but it was the last anagram that seemed as if it were giving her advice. Pass…never use. In other words…leave the wizard alone and get on with her life. She sighed. Easier written than done.

"Anagrams, Miss Granger?" a silken voice said over her shoulder.

Hermione quickly covered up the parchment with one hand and looked over her shoulder at Severus, whose black eyes rested on her hand, then drifted to her face. He smirked at the startled, embarrassed witch.

"You're too late. I've already read them," he purred.

Hermione turned bright red.

The wizard reached over her and withdrew a piece of scrap parchment from the small box on the table, picked up her quill and sat down in the wooden chair next to her. Hermione could feel his heat and fought not to react. Severus wrote something on the paper…looked thoughtful then scribbled down a few lines and slid it over to her.

"There you go, Miss Granger. You aren't the only one who can do anagrams," he said to her, his dark eyes glittering.

The wizard then rose and exited the library as silently as he arrived, leaving the witch's heart pounding. Hermione read the parchment.

HERMIONE GRANGER

Ahem. Erring goner.
Oh. Merger nearing.
Engage hornier Mr.

Hermione turned several shades of red as she read the wizard's clever anagrams. Gods, she was a "goner?" "Merger nearing?" Did that mean…oh great grindelows. There was no mistaking the final anagram…it was a directive to engage him.

Well, the witch now knew one thing as she fingered the parchment. The Potions Master was definitely still interested.

Friday night found Marcus Delaluci back at the Three Broomsticks, looking for fresh trim. For the past two hours the wizard had been eyeing a tall, leggy blue-eyed witch with long ebony hair that fell past her waist. She had been at the bar all night, rather than taking a table, and he had caught her eye at least twice, pursing his lips at the woman several times and nodding her over. As of yet, she hadn't responded.

Minerva, Pomona, Aurora and Rolanda were also there, but not having nearly as good a time as when Hermione accompanied them.

"I wonder why Hermione wouldn't come tonight?" Pomona said, sipping a Poison Ivy.

"She's new at this," Rolanda said, "Plus leaving with Severus probably threw her for a good loop. I can't believe she didn't shag him though."

"I for one am glad she didn't. She'd never live it down," Minerva sniffed.

Rolanda rolled her eyes. For a woman who was the paramour of Albus Dumbledore for at least thirty years, you'd think the witch wouldn't be so damn prudish. She acted as if she didn't know what it was like to be all hot and bothered by a wizard. The Flying teacher could see Hermione was attracted to the dark wizard as clearly as if it were etched into her forehead. She thought Minerva was being purposely blind.

That or suffering from the Gryffindor standard that "All Slytherins are Evil." Since Minerva was Gryffindor's Head of House, this was entirely possible. That, and also the natural rivalry between her and Severus. If he fucked the Spells Mistress, he would be getting "a piece" of Gryffindor house as well. That was enough to rifle the witch's tail feathers.

Rolanda thought Severus was positively delicious, his main attraction for her was his distant manner. The wizard acted as if he cared for no one and seemed unflappable, untouchable…not subject to the normal desires of men and women. In other words, unattainable. Not that the witch would have ever tried to attract him herself. She couldn't deal with the rejection.

She really envied Sybil her night with the seemingly cold wizard. The way Sybil described him as a lover was just what Rolanda expected. Anyone that held in as much as the Professor had to have an outlet. Since Severus didn't seem to have one publicly, it made sense that his release would be in private. If he was indeed targeting Hermione, and the witch gave in…she was in for quite a deflowering.

There wouldn't be a petal left.

As the night waned, Marcus was about to leave. He hadn't really made any moves on any witches tonight, though the leggy witch at the bar had his interest. He motioned to the waitress to come over so he could pay his tab. As he was digging in his jeans pocket, his eye fell on a long shapely leg. He followed it up over a bit of exposed thigh and a little black dress, shapely hips, thin waist and ample breasts to meet the eyes of the witch who had been standing at the bar. He sat up immediately, waving the approaching waitress away.

"Well, hello," he said to the beautiful witch with a grin.

"Hello there," she replied with a smile. She had on rich, red lipstick and had very full lips…perfect for wrapping around a hot, pulsing organ. Marcus felt a throb as he looked at her mouth. "May I sit down?"

"Please," Marcus said, quickly rising and pulling out the chair for the witch.

She smiled at him again.

"Such a gentleman," she said as Marcus sat down.

"Not too much a gentleman," Marcus replied suggestively, testing the waters. It was late, and usually this was the time trysts were arranged between consenting adults. His violet eyes rested on her.

"May I buy you a drink?" he asked the witch, who nodded. "I'll be right back."

Marcus walked up to the bar and purchased a Blue Dream. Just as he had done Hermione, he grasped the rim of the glass and let the pill he was holding drop into the glass. He brought it over to the witch.

"Oh, a Blue Dream. I love this drink," she said, taking it from Marcus and sipping it delicately.

She hesitated a moment afterwards, looking at the wizard through her lashes before taking another sip and setting the drink down on the table.

"Yes, most witches do," Marcus said, "Now what's your name?"

"My friends call me 'Sappho," the witch replied.

Marcus looked thoughtful.

"My name is Marcus," he said, looking at the witch with more interest.

"Sappho. Interesting name. Wasn't Sappho a female poet who…who had a penchant for the ladies?" he asked her curiously.

Sappho blushed slightly.

"Well, I have been known to swing the other way," she admitted, "If the person attracts me enough."

Hot damn. Marcus leaned forward, his violet eyes telescoping to black, making the witch gasp.

"Your eyes…how do they do that?" she asked him, amazed.

"A gift from an ancestor. It happens when a witch turns me on…and you have certainly lit my torch, Sappho. May I ask, which way are you swinging now?" Marcus said to the witch, reaching over the table and taking her hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

"Towards you," she replied with a sexy grin. "You are quite an attractive wizard. Very well built."

Damn, he hadn't needed the roofie.

"But I have to admit I have an ulterior motive, Marcus…and I like to be upfront with anyone who gets involved with me. Have you ever heard of 'Blue Pensieves?'"

Marcus smirked. Had he heard of Blue Pensieves…he had quite a collection of them.

"Yes I have. They are pensieves of couples having sex," he replied.

"Well, I make them and distribute them commercially to earn extra money. I want to make one tonight, and I need an attractive wizard as a partner. There is no pay other than the sex…but the sex is usually very good," Sappho said, taking another sip of her drink.

Holy Mother of Merlin. She wanted Marcus to star in a porno? The wizard smiled broadly.

"Sounds like the wage is good," he said with a bit of a growl as his eyes drifted over the lovely witch again.

"The pensieve gives full visual. Actual faces and penetration…nothing is fuzzed out. You will be recognizable. Do you have a problem with that?" Sappho said.

Marcus shook his head. Shit, if it should come out at the school he was in a Blue Pensieve, he could argue the point if they tried to dismiss him. The only rules concerning sex at Hogwarts was a teacher couldn't fraternize with students in attendance. There were no morality clauses in his teaching contract. Sappho smiled at him.

"You'll have to sign a release," she said

Sign a release to find release with this witch? Not a problem at all.

"No problem," the wizard replied.

Sappho removed her wand from between her full breasts and flicked it at the table. A contract, quill and ink bottle appeared on the table before the wizard.

"All I need is your signature…then we can apparate to my flat," she said.

Marcus scanned the contract quickly. It had the standard disclaimer that he agreed not to sue or seek retribution against Sappho because of the contents and distribution of the pensieve, and that he consented to be a participant in the making of it. The wizard looked at the witch's mouth again, dipped the quill into the inkbottle then signed the paper with a flourish. Magic stirred around them…the contract invoked a Wizard's Oath. Sappho flicked the wand at the contract and it disappeared along with the ink bottle and quill.

"We're set," she said, finishing her Blue Dream.

Marcus doubted he would have to invoke the roofie. Any witch who made Blue Pensieves was probably quite uninhibited. Sappho most likely would do anything he wished.

Sappho rose and offered Marcus her arm. He took it and the couple exited the Three Broomsticks. Rosmerta looked after them, shaking her head.

Marcus had been using the Three Broomsticks for his personal rutting ground for years…picking up witches and using them terribly. Well, Sappho was not one to be used.

She was a user.

If Marcus had been a wizard of better character, the innkeeper might have warned him off the witch. But Rosmerta believed he deserved whatever he got. She checked the time.

:Last call!" the blonde witch cried out loud enough for the patrons to hear over the band's last song.

Waitresses rushed about taking last orders for drinks as the night wound down.

Sappho and Marcus apparated to a well furnished flat. Statues of men and women entwined in intimate embraces were scattered about, and lovely paintings of nymphs and satyrs hung from the wall. A plush velvet couch piled with cushions faced a white marble fireplace, two armchairs on either side of it. There was a writing desk in the corner, a number of large, leafy potted plants and the smell of potpourri filled the space

"Make yourself comfortable," Sappho said to Marcus.

The wizard walked over to the couch and sat down. He was a bit nervous, but then again he wasn't just performing for a single witch this time. Thousands would most likely be judging his performance. He was very glad for his talent now. He was going to make his cock enormous. He planned to be every witch's wet dream.

"Let me fix you a drink, then we can get down to business," the witch said rather throatily. "What's your poison?"

"Ogden's" Marcus replied, watching the witch's juicy ass as she walked over to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle and two glasses. He looked around the room again as she poured the drinks, replaced the bottle and walked over to him. She handed him his drink, then pulled out her wand and pointed it at him.

Marcus stiffened.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"Oh, just a little test for STDs. Can't be too careful," she said, "If the tip of the wand glows red when I pass it over you, then you aren't clean. I'll pass it over myself too, so you know my state of health as well."

Marcus relaxed then. It made sense. He downed his drink in one shot as Sappho whispered a spell, and the tip of her wand glowed green. She passed it over Marcus with no change. She then turned the wand on herself and made a pass. It remained green.

She set her wand on an end table.

"Well, we're both clean," she said, looking down on the wizard and licking her lips. "I believe I am going to enjoy this, Marcus."

"Oh, you will," the wizard said, starting to rise and approach the witch.

He was ready to get started. The DA teacher couldn't wait for those long legs to wrap around him as he fucked the shit out of the witch. That pensieve was going to be sizzling. Sappho held up her hand, stopping him.

"Wait. Let me undress for you first," the witch said, smirking at the wizard.

Marcus sat back down, his cock tenting his jeans visibly. Sappho looked at the large bulge.

"That's quite an impression you're making, Marcus," she said, lifting her brows as she reached around and unzipped the back of her black dress.

"Nothing like the impression I am going to make on you, witch," the wizard said hotly, his eyes completely black as the witch lowered the dress from her shoulders, revealing smooth skin. She was rather cut and looked as if she worked out.

"Yes, baby," Marcus hissed as she pulled the dress down and his eyes rested on her full, perfect breasts. She had dark tight areolas. "Mmmm, can't wait to get my mouth on those."

Sappho gave him a rather oblique smile and pulled her dress down over her waist. Marcus noticed she wore a kind of girdle that cinched her waist, making it appear smaller than what is was and accentuating her hips. Ah well, she still looked damn good. As she lowered the dress around her thighs, Marcus suddenly started.

There was a long, thick bulge that disappeared between her legs.

"Fuck!" Marcus shouted standing up quickly as he realized this lovely witch had a cock…and a big one.

"Would you like to take a walk on the wild side, Marcus?" Sappho asked him.

Suddenly the wizard fell still, his eyes glazing slightly.

"Yes," he said.

"Well, sit back down lover," Sappho directed him.

The blonde wizard obeyed.

Sappho removed her dress, then reached into her mouth and removed a leaf. It was an Agistano leaf. It was used to warn of and neutralize any mind-altering substance that was being ingested by mouth. When Marcus brought Sappho the Blue Dream, she immediately knew he was trying to drug her, which was why she decided to bring him home. He was one of those predators the he-she hated. When the witch fixed Marcus' drink, she slipped one of her own roofies in it.

Sappho was in the process of getting a sex change, when she changed her mind, deciding to keep her cock after getting breast implants. It made her quite popular in the Blue Pensieve circles and she made oodles of galleons because of her loveliness as well as the size of her tool. But she and all who knew her referred to her as a female, and for all intents and purposes she acted like one, except in the bedroom. Sappho was quite flexible. She could be either a top or a bottom. Tonight, she planned to be both.

Let the gander get goosed. Sappho was sure this wasn't the first time the wizard slipped a roofie to an unsuspecting witch. He wouldn't remember the actual acts, but he would remember seeing her cock. Hopefully, the pig would get a look at the pensieve one day. Since Marcus was under the Oath, there was nothing he could do in retribution. The wizard had been had.

Sappho removed her shoes, then her girdle as Marcus stared at her without reaction. The girdle also had derriere pads that gave her the appearance of a rounded ass. In fact, it was quite masculine and still a bit muscular. Her long cock stretched out toward the wizard.

"It's time to make some memories, Marcus," she purred at the wizard, her hands on her hips.

"Undress, lover."

A/N: Lol. For all of you who wanted Marcus to get his come-uppance for drugging Hermione (heh-heh) here you go. Yes. I am twisted, but you all know that by now. Please review.