Snape's POV
I tried to be glad that Olivia was making friends outside of school, but over the next few weeks she spent a lot of time with Tonks. They did assignments for the Order together, even did guard duty in the Department of Mysteries together. They had lunch together most days and Olivia spent more and more time at headquarters, even going so far as to join in helping the Weasley clean out the house. She brought stuff home that they had been going to throw out, including serpentine door knobs and books on Dark Magic, which I took away from her and hid in a locked trunk in the attic. I also drew the line when she implored me to take the serpentine chandelier that hung in the hall of headquarters. She must have convinced Black to leave it be, however- that or it had a permanent Sticking Charm on it- because after I told her no it never left the hallway at headquarters.
The night Olivia went with the Advance Guard to move Potter, I stayed by the Dark Lord's side, despite Albus' request that I come to headquarters. Only when I thought they'd had enough time to get him safely to headquarters and I was sure the Dark Lord had nothing nefarious in mind, did I Apparate back to headquarters.
When I arrived at headquarters there were a few members of the Order milling about, but no sign of Albus. Minerva was there and she walked over to me.
"Have they not arrived?" I asked. She shook her head.
At that moment, Albus came through the front door. The whole room turned to look at him.
"Harry is safe," he said, to which everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "They have passed the final checkpoint and will be arriving in approximately five minutes. Now, I should like to begin the meeting."
Everyone started to go into the kitchen. Albus saw me watching him and walked over to where I stood.
"I know that look, Severus," he said with a smile. "Olivia is fine. She elected to remain invisible throughout the flight."
"Good. I mean, not that I was worried," I said quickly. "I wasn't."
"Okay Severus," he said, still smiling. I scowled and walked past him into the kitchen.
When everyone was seated in the kitchen, Albus started talking, but I couldn't concentrate on what he was saying. Part of my mind was still worrying about Olivia. If she was invisible, how did he know she was safe? Knowing Olivia, she would be using her Occlumency to guard her mind.
I let out an inaudible sigh of relief when Lupin and the others came into the meeting. After they came in, she appeared as well. She smiled briefly at me and she and Tonks came and sat beside me.
When she sat down, I noticed there was ice in her clothes and hair. I wondered vaguely where it had come from. Olivia looked a little nervous, but Dumbledore smiled at her and she seemed to relax a little.
"How was the journey?" he asked, directing his question at Moody.
"Suspiciously uneventful," Moody growled.
"No sign you were followed?"
"Negative," he replied. "though they wouldn't agree to double-back for a while."
"We were all frozen to our brooms already," Tonks said. "Some of us went through clouds."
A few of the others murmured in agreement.
"We were not followed," Kingsley Shacklebolt said in a deep, authoritative voice.
"Excellent," said Dumbledore.
The meeting continued and Olivia started to look bored, though I stopped looking her way when Tonks saw me glance at Olivia and smiled at me, making me highly uncomfortable. I pretended to be engrossed in what Lupin was saying.
When the meeting ended, Molly Weasley asked everyone to clear out of the kitchen, unless we planned to stay and eat. Knowing that Potter was going to be eating with them, I stood quickly and made my way to the hall, expecting Olivia to be directly behind me, but she wasn't.
Elphias Doge engaged me in conversation, but I kept glancing towards the kitchen door to see if Olivia had come out. Finally, she and Tonks emerged, in the middle of their own conversation.
"-no, I'm going to stay for dinner," Tonks was saying. "You should stay, too."
"No," Olivia declined. "Potter will be here and it's better for him not to know me as a member of the Order."
"Alright then," Tonks said, looking puzzled. I knew what Olivia meant, though. In the future, if the Dark Lord accepted her into his ranks… I shuddered at the mere thought.
"Are you going home?" Olivia asked, making her way over to me. I nodded my head.
We broke away from the group of wizards in the hall and left through the front door. Standing on the front stoop, Olivia shivered slightly in the cool night air. She took my hand in hers and we both Disapparated.
Olivia's POV
When we appeared in our living room, I released Snape's hand and collapsed onto the couch, exhausted and cold. I had accidentally flown through several clouds while following the advance guard and my clothes had gotten soaked.
"You look like you could use a hot bath," Snape said to me.
"That would be nice," I murmured. "Maybe in a minute. I'm too tired to go upstairs."
Without saying anything, he turned and went upstairs. A moment later I heard the water start to run. I also heard a door open and a moment later shut. Then Snape came back downstairs.
"You didn't have to-" I started to say, but Snape surprised me by picking me up and carrying me upstairs.
The bathroom was lit with candles on the sides of the tub and the bathwater smelled like chamomile. The candles had come from my room and the chamomile as well, probably from my potions ingredients.
I felt a deep flood of affection for Snape. He set me gently on my feet.
"I love you," I said and kissed him. I could see him blush slightly by candlelight and he smirked, looking pleased with himself.
"I will leave you to relax," he said. He left, not shutting the door behind him. I undressed, not seeing any need to close the door, and settled into the warm water with a comfortable sigh. The water seemed to seep all of the weariness out of my bones. I found myself thinking the only way it could be any more perfect is if I had a book to read.
Five minutes later Snape appeared in the doorway with a book in his hand.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"I know you," he said simply. He walked over and handed me the book, kissing my forehead, then turned to leave.
"You're being very sweet, Severus," I commented.
He paused and thought a moment before answering.
"I am very glad your mission was successful," he said slowly.
"Yeah, Dumbledore told me you worried yourself into a stomach ulcer," I said with a smile.
He scowled slightly.
"When did he say that?" he asked.
"After the meeting, to Tonks and I."
"…Does Tonks know? About us?" he inquired. "She kept giving me weird looks during the meeting."
"She suspects," I replied. "But she won't tell anyone. She has a thing for Lupin."
He made a disgusted face and nodded.
Later, when I got out of the bath, I went to my room. I put on shorts and a t-shirt and sat on the edge of the bed to brush my hair. Snape came in and sat beside me. He took the brush from me and positioned me between his legs so he could brush my wet hair.
"I think I'd like to travel to Australia someday," I mused, flipping through the book on animals I had been reading in the tub.
"Why is that?" he asked.
"There are a lot of animals there I would like to see- billywigs and the Antipodean Opaleye…I guess they have dragon reserves down there, too. I also wouldn't mind going to Africa, seeing Erumpents and Fwoopers in their natural habitats…"
"We could, you know. Not now, but someday…when the Dark Lord is vanquished and everything returns to normal… I could take a year off teaching. We could travel the world, if you wanted to," he said, brushing my hair aside and kissing my neck.
"…I'd like that," I said quietly, leaning back against him. He set the brush aside and put his arms around me. He rested his chin on my shoulder and kissed me again.
"I'd like it, too," he murmured against my skin.
Snape's POV
The days seemed to fly by in the time leading up to Potter's hearing at the Ministry and while all of the other members of the Order were anxious, even Olivia, I wasn't. I had faith in Dumbledore. He wasn't just going to let them snap Potter's wand. And he still had enough loyal friends in the Ministry to get through a hearing. His word had kept me out of Azkaban- Potter had nothing to worry about.
Sure enough, the night of August 12th I got a letter form Dumbledore telling me Potter had gotten off scott-free. Since Olivia had not returned from work at St. Mungo's yet, I decided to visit Hogwarts and see Albus, to hear about the trial firsthand.
After listening to Albus' account of the hearing, I couldn't help but notice he still looked troubled.
"So what's wrong?" I asked. "Potter isn't going to be expelled."
"…The Ministry is placing one of their own at Hogwarts this year. The Minister questions my ability to un the school."
"What? Who?"
"Dolores Umbridge."
"That horrid woman who wears nothing but pink?"
He nodded.
"What position will she have at Hogwarts?" I demanded.
"She will take the position vacated by Professor Moody."
"She gets to be Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"
"I have no say in the matter, Severus," Albus said, getting up and turning to look out the window. "If I say no, I will be removed from the position of headmaster and Lord Voldemort will have access to the school."
I opened my mouth to speak, then closed it. He was right, of course.
"…You have not yet submitted your Prefect recommendations to Minerva," he said.
"You want to discuss this now?" I asked incredulously.
"Just thought I would remind you," he said with a slight smile. "You also have schedules to finish."
"Fine," I said, rolling my eyes. "I'll just stay here tonight and finish things up. I'm going up to the Owlery and let Olivia know."
He nodded absently, still not looking at me, and I left his office.
After sending an owl to the house, I headed down to my office. I was halfway through writing up my second-year schedules when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," I said, assuming it was Albus or maybe even Minerva. The door opened and Olivia slipped inside.
"What are you going here?" I asked, surprised, putting down my quill.
"Well you didn't think I was going to stay home all alone, did you?" she said with a smile. "I'll stay in the dormitory if you think I should."
"Well…no one knows you're here…so I think we'll be okay," I said. "…but I've got to finish these schedules. And I've got to decide on two recommendations for the new Prefects. Hey…you don't want to be a Prefect, do you?"
"What? No."
"Come on… You'd be in a position of authority. You could use the Prefects bathroom whenever you want," I said appealingly.
"No way. Besides, if I really wanted to use the stupid Prefects bathroom, I would. I could figure out their password if I felt so inclined. What's so great about a bathroom?"
"Have you ever had a bath there?"
"…No."
"Come," I said, standing up. "What time is it?"
"Uh…12:30. Why?" she asked, standing up.
"Follow me, and keep quiet."
I led Olivia up out of the dungeons, keeping an ear out for Filch or Minerva, though I doubted anyone would be out this late, with no students around. Keeping to the shadows and using hidden passageways we made our way to the Prefects bathroom.
Olivia's POV
The bathtub in the Prefects bathroom was huge! It was as big as a swimming pool and there were hundreds of different taps. While Snape looked the door and began adding spells for extra protection, I investigated the taps. There was an array of scented soaps, oddly shaped, enormous bubbles. I found raspberry-scented bubble bath and added it generously to the tub that was steadily filling with water.
Snape turned to me when he had finished the last charm. He put his arms around me, inhaling deeply. He kissed my neck.
"That smells…" he trailed off, at a loss for words. I felt his penis get hard against my leg.
"Orgasmic?" I suggested.
"Like your shampoo."
I laughed slightly.
"Strip," he commanded me.
"Yes Professor," I said, stepping backwards. Slowly I pulled my shirt off over my head, revealing my green lace bra. I was met with a hungry look. He pulled me back to him and kissed me hungrily, his thumb tracing my nipple through the fabric of my bra.
"Call me that again," he said, his voice a low growl, his other hand on my butt, pulling down my shorts.
"You're being very naughty, Professor," I said in a sultry voice.
"I want you now. In the water."
I slipped out of his grasp and shimmied the rest of the way out of my shorts. Still in my underwear and bra, I slipped into the warm water. Thick bubbles covered the surface of the water. I went under once, to get my hair wet, and came back up, blowing the bubbles out of the way.
"Come and get me, Professor," I said wickedly.
He began to strip as I watched. He didn't even leave his boxers on and I couldn't help but stare at his erect penis. As always, I was impressed by its length- at least 10 inches- and its width. The head was gleaming with pre-cum and I had a strong desire to swim to the edge so I could give him a lick. I was denied the opportunity as he slid down into the water with a relaxed sigh.
He swam towards me, a hungry look in his eyes. Smirking mischievously, I swam away, out of his reach. He ducked under the water, beneath the bubbles, and before I knew it he had surfaced right in front of me. He grabbed me up in his arms before I cold react and kissed me.
I giggled as he fumbled with the clasp of my green bra. He pulled it off and tossed it carelessly into the water. He ran his thumb over one of my nipples, sending a shudder of pleasure through me. He kissed me again and this time I put my arms around him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as well and I could feel his hard length pressing against me. He lowered one hand through the water, his other hand holding me up. He tugged at my underwear.
"Off," he said. I nodded complacently. He lifted me out of the water and set me on the edge of the rub. Without further ado, he pulled my panties off and tossed them aside.
He slipped one finger inside of me and I let out a ragged gasp. He smirked slightly as he began to finger me, then he lowered himself between my thighs and began to lick me. He flicked his tongue over my clit as he moved his fingers in and out of me. Then he withdrew his fingers and began to go in and out of me with his tongue, his hands on my hips.
"Oh my God," I said, clutching my fingers in his wet hair and pulling him deeper into me.
I came once and he eagerly lapped up my juices. Still I ached for more.
"I want you inside me," I said, sliding back into the water. "…Professor."
With a low groan, he pushed me back against the wall of the tub and was immediately inside of me. He buried himself in the crook of my neck, kissing me, sucking, licking and nibbling from my ear to my neck. I moaned and he began to thrust into me, faster and harder until we both came. I cried his name aloud as the intense waves of my orgasm washed over me.
Exhausted, he withdrew from me and went to sit on the steps leading down into the water. I allowed myself to float on my back until I had regained some of my strength. Then I swam over to where Snape was sitting. The bottom half of his body was underwater. With a coy smile, I snaked my hands between his legs and began to stroke his shaft. He grew hard again immediately. I ducked my head beneath the water and took him in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his shaft and rubbed his balls. I moved up and down his shaft, sucking. Then I guess I forgot I was underwater because I inhaled through m nose and came up sputtering and coughing.
Snape looked as if he were trying hard not to laugh. When I was done choking he pulled me to him and kissed me. I could feel his cock throb against my leg, begging for my attention. I straddled him and used my hands to guide his shaft into me. I lowered myself onto his cock. I rode him, faster and faster, pressing myself against him. The water sloshed in the tub as I rode him wildly. I felt him explode inside of me and I continued to ride him until I had my third orgasm of the night.
I was completely spent. Snape held me in his arms a few minutes, his breathing still heavy. Then he kissed my forehead.
"Come on. We should go back down to the dungeons," he murmured. "Before one of us drowns."
I chuckled.
"Yeah, that might be difficult to explain."
Snape's POV
We dressed quickly and hurried back downstairs, hoping we wouldn't run into anybody. I felt an immense load of guilt for doing what we had done. What if we had gotten caught? What if a ghost had floated into the room? What if a ghost had floated into the room- I surely would not have noticed. Previous Prefects had complained that Moaning Myrtle would spy on them in their baths. …The poor ghost was probably traumatized for eternity if she had been spying on us.
When we were safely back in my office, I breathed a sigh of relief. Olivia collapsed in her chair, looking pleasantly exhausted. I took a moment to add some protective enchantments to my door before sitting at my desk. I stared at the pile of work in front of me and sighed.
"I at least have to come up with two Prefects. I should've done it a week ago," I said. "Perhaps a fifth year. Then I will have another two years before I have to do this again."
"I hate to say it, but Malfoys a fifth year, isn't he?" Olivia suggested. "Why not him and that stuck-up girl?"
"The Parkinson girl? She is rather smart. And she likes telling people what to do," I said, nodding thoughtfully. "And making Draco Prefect will please Lucius…"
"Why is it always about pleasing Lucius?" she asked with a yawn.
"If you recall," I said with a smirk. "It isn't always about pleasing Lucius."
She blushed and smiled slightly. "So you've got your two names, right? Now we can go to bed?"
"I think so."
Olivia's POV
The next morning when we awoke it was nearing 9 a.m. We dressed quickly and went out into his office. He sat behind his desk and I sat in he chair in front of it so it wouldn't appear as if we'd been doing anything out of the ordinary. As it so happened, this was a wise move, because within five minutes of our emerging from his private quarters, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," Snape said without hesitation.
The door opened and in walked Albus Dumbledore.
"Good morning Severus- and Olivia. What are you doing here?" he inquired.
"I stopped by to see Severus before I went to work this morning," I said, thinking quickly.
"Aha… Well, I am glad you are here. What I have to say could concern you."
"Sir?" I said, noticing he looked grave.
"What's wrong?" Snape asked.
"I'm worried about Hagrid. He and Madame Maxime have been gone for quite some time and it's been weeks since their last report."
"Well you know they were followed by Ministry workers and they can't use any magic. Maybe they're lying low somewhere, in some cave," Snape said.
"Am I missing something here?" I asked.
"Hagrid has gone to parlay with the giants," Snape explained. "And he took Madam Maxime along with him."
"During his last letter Hagrid said they'd spotted Death Eaters-"
"-They could still be lying low," Snape interjected. "I haven't heard anything otherwise."
"-I want someone to go and check on them," he continued. "Just one person- less conspicuous and easier to hide."
"Well I can't go. The journey there would take at least a week by broom, and school starts back soon. Or I could be recognized-"
"I actually wasn't thinking of you, Severus," the headmaster said, his eyes on me.
"Me?" I said, surprised.
"What?" Snape snapped.
"Olivia has proven herself time and time again. I think she is ready for a solo assignment."
"But…but…what about school?" Snape asked. "And with Umbridge coming to teach..."
"Olivia is one of the brightest witches in her year- I'm sure she can catch up. And lie to Ministry officials. You've taught her Occlumency, haven't you?"
Snape nodded weakly.
"Do you think you can handle it, Olivia?" the headmaster asked me.
"Yes sir…but if it's all the same to you, I'd like the chance to discuss it with Severus first."
"Of course. Let me know when you've made your decision and I will debrief you on what you will need to do."
"Yes sir," I said. He nodded to us both, then left.
"He says that like he assumes you will let me go," I remarked.
Snape looked conflicted.
"I'm not going to try and tell you what to do- I know better," Snape said. "But…I don't see why it has to be you! There are plenty of Order members who could go."
"…So I can go?" I asked.
"…Two whole weeks, Olivia! At least," he said, clearly distressed. "We won't see each other for two weeks."
"I know… We'll have to head home tonight and compensate for it before I leave," I said with a sly smile.
"After last night…you're going to kill me, you know that?"
"Not kill- maybe incapacitate or seriously injure, depending on how rough it gets- but not kill."
He chuckled.
"Alright then. Go talk to Dumbledore and go to work. I will see you at home tonight."
I headed up to Dumbledore's office and knocked on his door.
"Come in," he said pleasantly.
"Ah, Olivia. Come, sit," he offered. "So Severus relented?"
"Yes sir," I said, sitting down.
"I know Severus thinks you shouldn't go. But you are a talented witch- more so than some of the Order. And you are one of our best flyers."
"I will do whatever I can to help the Order," I said confidently.
"I know you will," he replied.
Dumbledore told me the location of he giants' village and gave me a rolled up map on which he had plotted out the route I should take. He explained to me a little about the giants- their system within the tribe, their traditions.
"But you shouldn't have to get near them, unless they have kidnapped Hagrid and Maxime- which isn't likely. Kidnapping isn't something they normally do," he said. "Just look for signs of Hagrid and Maxime- perhaps in caves. I will send my best owl with you. Send reports as often as you can. Come with me to the Owlery so you can meet Verne, the owl."
I followed Dumbledore out of his office and up the stairs to the Owlery. There he whistled, calling down a black owl. The owl alighted on his shoulder. His breast feathers were flecked with white and he had bright, assessing eyes.
"Verne has been here since he was an egg. I've ever known him to get lost. He is the fastest and most agile bird I know, apart from Fawkes the Phoenix. He is also very skilled in stealth. He's practically invisible when he flies at night, due to his coloring," the headmaster told me. The owl hooted affectionately at the praise.
"Verne, tomorrow morning you will travel with Olivia to the mountains. Stay with her as much as you can, and always return to her."
The owl hooted and bobbed his head, like he understood. The headmaster glanced at his watch, then back up at me.
"You should go, lest you be late for work."
"What about Healer Mycroft? What am I to tell him? I'll be gone for a good while…"
"I will send him an owl tomorrow telling him you've had a family member fall ill in Ireland. Just stick to that and you'll be fine."
"Yes sir."
Author's Note: Aah, exciting, isn't it? Our little Olivia gets to go on a mission all of her own? Please read and review, folks, and hopefully I will have the next chapter up soon. Also, if anyone would like to give me an idea for what Olivia could get Snape for Christmas…or vice versa? I have a bit of an idea, but thought I'd ask you guys' creative opinions. Just write it in a review or PM me if you have any ideas…and if I use your idea, I will give you a special thanks at the beginning of the chapter! J Thanks in advance guys!
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