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Fic: "Tonight You're Mine Completely Part II" (Harry Potter)

Archive: Sycophant Hex: Ashwinder (Alternate Universe)
Title: Chapter 13b Finding Their Way
Characters: Harry Potter World
Pairings: Severus Snape and Hermione Granger
Rating: R - Explicit
Summary: Hermione tests her boundaries, and Severus helps her restore her memory of their afternoon.
Word Count: 1697
Disclaimer: Not my characters. I’m just borrowing some of JKR’s characters for a little story.

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13b Finding Their Way

“Did you… do that before… you know… earlier… when… we…?” There was a look of concern in her eyes.

“I did.”

At first, his answer seemed to satisfy Hermione. A perplexed look crossed her face.

“Have you performed a 100 percent effective contraception spell before?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

“Is that your way of asking me, if there were other witches before you?” he asked, his lip curling in a slight smile.

“It was not.”

“Do you want to know?” he asked teasingly.

“Only, if you want to tell me.”

“Since we are being honest with one another, I will, unless….”

“You can tell me. I don’t need to know how many. You can just answer yes or no.”

He laughed. His eyes lit up. Hermione realized she had rarely seen him smile let alone laugh. She liked his laugh. It was genuine.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“Not at you, my dear. I am only laughing at what you said. I find it quite amusing that you would think that I, the ‘greasy git’, would have had numerous opportunities for romantic interludes.

“There was only one other, and she was a casualty of the last war.” Sadness came over him, and he turned his face away from her.

“Severus, I am so sorry.” She laid her hand on his arm and gave it a squeeze.

“I have finally made my peace with the whole senseless situation, but it has taken me a very long time. I will admit that I felt conflicted when I began to realize I had feelings for you. My demons have since released me. The memory of her is sweet, but she no longer haunts my every waking moment.” He hugged her to him. “You are with me now,” he whispered, nuzzling his face in her hair.

Hermione was in shock. This was the big question she had wanted to ask, but didn’t know how. ‘The fact that Severus is opening up to me must mean he trusts me.’

“Wait, that was fifteen years ago! You mean you haven’t… not once?”

“Hermione, any attempts I may have made at wenching were thoroughly trounced upon,” he responded, giving Elf a dark glare.

Elf returned his stare with a bold stance, arms crossed over her chest, chin pointed up, and eyes defiant.

‘Thems witches not being right for Master Professor!’

Hermione followed Severus’ eyes. When she saw Elf, Hermione could not keep from laughing.

“Ha, ha… you mean… Elf?” she managed to choke out, between bouts of laughter.

“I did not find it humorous at the time. I assure you. Do you recall your first night here? Remember how Elf treated you?”

“Yes. I thought her behaviour strange. What I thought was even stranger was that you tolerated her attitude.”

“Elf and I are accustomed to one another’s oddities. Compared to the treatment my other guests received, you were treated with the utmost respect.”

“Is that so?”

“Did you sustain any cuts and bruises or have any terrifying experiences? Are you missing any body parts?” he asked as he ticked a count off on his fingers.

“You mean… she… Elf can be violent?”

“Elf would say she is being protective of me.”

“I guess I should feel honoured that she allowed me to stay?”

“Very honoured indeed, Miss Granger.”

She pulled him closer to her in a tight embrace and soothingly rubbed her hand over his back.

“You didn’t answer my question. Do we or do we not have a potion?” she whispered in his ear.

Severus pulled back from her and looked her directly in the eye when he answered.

“We do not, but the spell is effective. I promise. Trust me.”

Trust you? What if it fails? What happens then?”

“I cannot imagine my casting a spell that fails,” he answered, an incredulous look on his fair.

“But, if it did?” she persisted.

If – and that is a very big IF – we will face it when the time comes – providing it ever does.”

Her questions were beginning to ruffle his feelings.

“Ummm,” she said softly.

“Yes, Hermione,” he responded irritably.

“What would you do if… if I did… get pregnant?”

“Hermione. Your question is absurd. You are NOT going to get pregnant!”

“Professor Dumbledore doesn’t seem to agree with your statement.”

“Oh, for the… I don’t know what I would do!” he said vehemently.

He saw her face cloud over and added more softly, “I know I would not abandon you or our child.”

“You are saying you wouldn’t force me to…

A look of horror crossed his face as he pulled her to him. “No, little one, no, never. I would never force you to give up our… no, Hermione, no. I may be a lot of bad things, but I would not harm our child.

“When order is restored to the wizarding world, we will make plans for our future and a family, if you want that.”

“Yes, I do want that, but now is not the time.” She leaned over and kissed him lightly on lips.

The spontaneity of her action pleased Severus. In his mind, it meant their relationship was moving away from their academic beginning. He was pleased that Hermione was feeling more at ease with him.

“I want that, as well. With you.” He surprised himself at how easily those words spewed forth from his mouth. Anyone who knew Professor Severus Snape knew that he barely tolerated the students in his classes. The idea that he might want children of his own was totally inconceivable.

His words should not have come as a shock to him. The words came from his heart. He and Hermione had been travelling in the same direction for five years. It was only this past year that their paths had merged. Now they were walking side by side, hand-in-hand.

He had allowed himself, for one brief moment, to believe that he and Lily could have a life and family. It was the night of the Halloween Feast, 1979. However, she married Potter the next day. He learned later they had had a son. Ever since that time, he pushed any thoughts of having children so far from his mind that the very mention of children brought the word dunderheads to his lips.

A few times over the years, a female student attracted his attention, but he never acted on his thoughts. The student graduated believing that Professor Snape was thoroughly pleased to be rid of her. But Granger had been different.

His and Hermione’s connection had started the first day she sat down at her desk in his Potions class. He could still picture himself, ignoring her frantically, waving hand, as he interrogated Potter.

The more she annoyed him – the more he chastised her. Still, he looked forward to seeing her. But he had been able to keep that knowledge to himself until that fateful day in Potions class when she fanaticized over him.

Yes, spells and guide spirits had given them a push. But even then the spells and spirits could not have gotten the two of them together without each of them recognizing the spark of interest in the other person.

Their eventual coupling was the result of shared interests and the enjoyment of each other’s company. It was not the result of a spell gone awry or a randy professor masterminding the seduction of his nubile student.

He easily lifted and carried her in the direction of his bed chamber. He pushed the door open, and Hermione’s breath caught. ‘This is Severus’ room!’

As he pushed open the door he said to her, “Tonight, you’re mine completely. Mine. All mine. You are completely and utterly all mine. You will forever belong only to me – and no one else! I will share you with no one!” he promised.

He gently deposited her on the bed and whispered softly, “Tonight you are going to learn how it feels like to be loved completely.”

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"I hope we’ve been right, Albus. They do love each other though. Finally, he is willing to admit it," she said solemnly.

"I hope you are correct, Nim. I fear Hermione will be recruited," replied Albus gravely.

"The snitch has been caught, Albus. Is our side winning? My fear is that we won’t be so fortunate this time," she moaned.

"They came together sooner than either of us planned. My concern now is will they last? It is too bad they did not have time to build a proper relationship. They lack the foundation that couples build as they begin to learn about each other. I want to believe they will survive, but the odds are against them," he replied softly. The twinkle in his eyes was gone.


Albus' jaw clenched and his face went white. He knew his time was short. The poison that was eating away at him took more of his strength each day.

"You are wrong, Albus. They have had five years to build a foundation and one year of foreplay.”

“One year of …? What?”

“Foreplay. That is what I said. They have been musing about each for more than a year. It began in earnest the night of detention. You remember the intense argument, ending in the passionate embrace, which forced him to seek your counsel.

“Surely, you cannot have forgotten the search of the Enchanted Forest, the Ministry attack, and how night after night, he sat by her bedside, in hospital?”

“Ah, yes. I never thought of it in those terms.”

“Have you forgotten the girl child has previously spent two nights in his quarters?”

The thought crossed his mind that Nim should stop referring to Miss Granger as the girl child. He chuckled.


“What is so funny, Albus?”

“You, my dear.”

“Me?”

“Nim, you must refrain from referring to Miss Granger as ‘girl child’. Now that she and Severus are engaging in… uh… extracurricular activities, you should use a description that does not imply she is under age.”

“Right you are, Albus. Would young miss be more appropriate?”

“Certainly more so that girl child,” he chuckled as the twinkle returned to his blue eyes.

(To be continued...)

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