Chapter Six

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I own nothing here except the plot. This is for entertainment purposes only. Happy reading!

A big thanks goes to my original beta, Charmed Nay, and a special thanks to GinnyW for helping me go through it a second time.

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Hermione wondered what she'd said wrong. For the entire walk back to the house, he'd seemed withdrawn. She picked through her mind to find the offending bit of conversation. He'd been relieved that it was nearly her time of the month. Severus was no more ready for children than she was, truth be told. Blast! I'm not ready for our children just yet. I want to enjoy my time alone with you first! So, that was it. It would definitely do to be more careful on how she stated things.

At the moment, something more pressing was bothering her. "Severus, are you all right? I see you are beginning to limp a bit."

"I'm fine, Hermione," he said scathingly. Hopefully she wouldn't be turning into the next Poppy. One mother hen hovering about was enough. "Stop your mollycoddling!"

"Well, pardon me for caring," she said crossly. "I'd like to use the loo. Are we to go into your home or not?"

He stopped abruptly, and she walked right into his back. He smirked slightly upon hearing her, "oof." Served her right. Severus hadn't wanted her to see his home. Not indoors anyway. What would she think? He could do with a little salve he supposed. She would certainly be smug about that. And, just what was that insolent tone she was daring to use with him? Had he not been courteous this afternoon? "I suppose it wouldn't be appalling to go in for a few moments." He resumed his quick paced gait to the back of his home, making sure he didn't favor his leg any.

"Here we are," he said after unwarding the door, opening it for her. Severus placed a mask of indifference on his face. He waited for whatever derisive remarks she'd have. "Go through that door to the left," he said after a moment. In disbelief, he watched as she sauntered off. He called out for the house's only inhabitants. "Zim? Zenka?" Two simultaneous pops later, and his house elves had appeared. "Good evening," he said with a small smile.

"Master is visiting us," Zenka said.

"We is welcoming you home, master," Zim said.

"I'll not be in for long. I'm here with my...a friend. She is in the loo at the moment, and I am in need of a medicated salve for an abrasion. I suppose we could do for some refreshments," he said kindly. These two elves had been a part of his life since he was a young child. They'd often attended to his mother after his father had gone on a drunken rage. Quickly they scurried off to do his bidding.

"You have house-elves?" Hermione questioned. "Who tends to them for the year? Do they stay here alone?"

"They can take care of themselves, and they've always lived here. Well, mostly. They have served my mother's family for generations. What of it?" he asked, unsure as to why this would bother her.

"Well, you seem kind to them," she offered. "I overheard you with them."

He scoffed. "Did you think I would beat them? Hex them?"

"Not exactly, Severus. I've just seen firsthand how some purebloods treat their inferiors. I'm not meaning to put you in their category at all. I just think it's valiant of you to treat them with kindness. It's commendable." Hermione reached out to put a hand on his shoulder.

He shrugged it away. "Look around, Hermione. I may be a pureblood, but I am not in their category, now am I? This pitiful excuse for a family home should prove that to you now that you've seen it."

Hermione hadn't seen him so bitter. Was he embarrassed of his home? That had to be it. "Severus, you have a lovely home. I've only seen three rooms so far, and I think it's quite cozy. It's perfect for your needs. Yes, you are a pureblood, and I am a Mudblood. In some people's eyes, I am rubbish, undeserving of a chance to make a go of it like everyone else. That's never gotten me down. I don't think you should let this get you down. Your family manor was lost, from what you've said, due to your father's bad practices. Whatever you may think, please don't assume I'd feel that you are lacking in any way."

"You...think no less of me now that you've seen all that I have to offer you?" he asked quietly. He'd not mentioned the future in such a way before. Hermione's words had touched him though, and he wanted her to know that though he hadn't all that much, he would gladly share what he did have with her.

She smiled softly, taking his hands into hers. "Oh, Severus! I wouldn't care if you didn't even have this. To be honest, I never thought of your home before. I just imagined you lived at Hogwarts. Silly, isn't it?"

He pulled her to him for a hug. "You silly girl," he murmured, placing a kiss on top her head. "I suppose you think me shallow now? I...I am just not used to someone being so accepting. Lucius, he thinks I should sell it, but I've kept it anyway. It's only some of what I have left of my mother's memory."

"But, look at Lucius, Severus. Really see him. He's been pampered all of his life, never having to really work. I'd bet that if he'd loved his mother as you so obviously loved yours, he'd have kept anything that was hers as well. No matter its value or grandeur." She squeezed him tightly. "I feel the same as you do. I'd not let go of something precious of my parents' either. No matter how trivial they might seem to someone else."

Severus pulled away to look at her. "Hermione? What of your parents? How are you going to explain me to them?"

Hermione sighed. "Well, I can't exactly tell them the truth. They'd never understand. Being Muggles, they don't tend to understand much from our world, apart from what Mr. Weasley tries to explain, but he hasn't a clue most of the time either." She kissed his cheek. "I will simply tell them that I've had a crush on you, and the moment I finished my last class, I asked if you'd possibly ever see me as anything more than a student. Then, I'll say that we've begun to date to get to know each other."

"This will be acceptable?" he asked solemnly. That seemed too easy.

"Yes, of course. They do trust in my judgment. They'll see you for the brilliant man that you are. Just as I see you," she said with a smile. "Now enough of them. Why not give me a tour of your home?" Feeling at ease, he guided her through his home. She had been gracious with the elves, and he could see that they liked her. Zenka had made a fuss over his invisible wound, and he could see that Hermione would have liked to have applied the salve. She'd been raised to show kindheartedness. He wondered briefly what her family home looked like. He'd never been in many Muggle homes. Mostly he'd gone on raids for the Dark Lord, and he hadn't the time to really look around. Parents! Meeting parents at his age!

"This was the...er...the nursery," he said, wondering if she was envisioning a brood of Snapes flouting about the room. "It connects to the master bedroom just through that door there."

She smiled, turning to him. This was her chance to put away his fears. "Well, if all goes well for us, maybe one day we'll use this room for our child." She saw him pale. "Now, Severus, you act as if I'm going to be begging for a few tykes within the next couple of months. I have no desire to start changing nappies nor putting my career on hold."

He could have wiped imaginary sweat from his brow at that moment. "Why, Hermione, I assumed no such thing. I've no desire for...nappy changing either. We have...there is time for that kind of talk later." Much later. Inwardly, he breathed a sigh of relief. It would do well to not try to read more into her words in the future. It had put him in an odd frame of mind!

Hermione smiled. She knew he had been worried about that, but she'd not point it out. "Madame Pomfrey says the potion she gave me this morning should last for three months. I'll just take my doses at the regular intervals until we are ready for that talk."

"Very well." He tried to sound nonchalant. "Would you care to take dinner in London?"

"Of course," she said. "I'll go any place with you. Am I dressed well enough?"

"Perfectly," he said, giving her another affectionate smile. They bid farewell to the elves, warded his home, and Apparated to Diagon Alley. He led her to one of his favorite spots. "Have you been to The Greengrass Pub before?"

"No, I can't say that I have. I've never walked this far past Gringott's to be honest. I haven't seen many of these establishments before now," Hermione said, taking in the large, classy building before her. "Are you sure that I am dressed appropriately, Severus? I've only a plain cloak and robes."

"You are fine. Come along," he said, ushering her forward. "This family has had this pub for a long time. They have excellent food and drink here. You may know Daphne Greengrass from my house? It's her uncle's business."

Hermione nodded as they went inside. She waited quietly while Severus spoke to a man about a private table. This was a huge contrast to The Leaky Cauldron. The patrons here were impeccably dressed, the decorum was stylish, and the building reeked of wealth. She supposed her plain robes were fine, but she wished that he had told her they'd be coming to such a place. She might have tried to tame her hair at least. Severus returned with a smile. "It will be only a moment."

"Why, Severus, Miss Granger, good evening," came a drawling salutation. "I expect you've had a nice holiday?"

Hermione smiled timidly. This man always intimidated her even though he'd changed. Some part of her mind always remembered the past. Knowing this was wrong, knowing he was a friend to Severus, she said, "It was nice, thanks."

Severus extended a hand to Lucius. "You've just finished?"

"Only just," Lucius smiled. "Narcissa, this is Miss Hermione Granger. I think you've not had a chance to meet her."

She nodded as the woman flashed a small smile her way. "Pleasure."

"Draco has told me about you," the woman ventured. What was Hermione to say to that? She was sure he'd told her all about her being a Mudblood in the past when they were not on friendly terms. Had he told her that they were now mates?

"It's nice to finally meet his mother," Hermione said uneasily. The woman seemed to be sizing her up. Lucius interceded.

"Is Severus treating you nicely then?" he asked politely.

Severus spoke. "Now, now, Lucius. We'll not be discussing anything personal. We are-"

"Jolly good!" A loud voice exclaimed. Suddenly flashes were going off. "Quite lucky, I say! The front page, this will make!"

"Good lord," Lucius said incredulously, as the short wizard fled. "Who the bloody hell was that?"

Hermione said, "I've seen him about at the Daily Prophet!"

Narcissa smiled brightly. "Well, any publicity is good publicity, isn't it?"

"Indeed," Severus said dryly. "Oh, here's our man. Lucius, Narcissa. Have a nice evening." Hermione smiled, hurrying to follow her lover. Once they were seated, and their orders were taken, he spoke again. "Forgive Narcissa. She's a... superficial woman at times. I hope you didn't feel too uncomfortable."

"Not at all," she lied. She felt as if she had been sized up by the woman and found lacking, but it was to be expected. She'd led a pampered life, never working, never dirtying her hands in the battles.

Dinner was a pleasant affair. Severus was taken aback once again by her refreshing honesty and brilliant insight. How had he not noticed this about her before? He'd always seen her as the type to flout her knowledge to others, but he realized that hadn't been the case. At least, not lately. He found out that she had made study groups for those in her House, and she'd even written study plans for her doddering friends to follow. A minor debate even ensued over something she'd read recently in Transfiguration Today. He felt content, and he found that the repartee was quite entertaining. She could give as good as he at times. After leaving the pub, they Apparated to Hogwarts only to find that they were tired. His leg could probably use a good rest. As he held her to him that night, he wondered if she would have accepted any sexual advances that he would have made.

Yes, she would have, but she seemed tired. He'd not press her on the issue for now. They would grow used to each other before long, and these things would happen naturally. She was still fairly new to a sexual relationship, and he didn't want to make her experience too much too soon. Severus smiled as her breathing evened out. No ungodly visitor would seek her out this night. Or, any other night. A small jolt of apprehension hit him in the gut. What would be waiting for him in his slumber? Was the Succubus gone for good? Unquestionably, she should be. He'd denied her after all. Several minutes passed. He could not get to sleep. Summoning a phial of a fairly light sleeping draught, he took a few drops and was finally able to fall into a fitful sleep. He'd had many dreams, but once he'd woken in the morning, he couldn't recollect any of them. For some reason, he felt uneasy. Perhaps he shouldn't have taken the sleeping draught then, he thought.

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Hermione eased out of bed first. Severus had been mumbling and turning for a good bit of the night. She had tried to wake him once, but he'd not be nudged from his sleep. There had to be something in the library that would have some information about his leg. She adamantly refused to accept that some book didn't hold the answer. Sneaking to her wardrobe, she took out a set of clothes and a book that she had shrunk the day before. Once warded in the bathroom, she quickly tidied for the day, and then opened her treasure. A Guide to Pleasing Your Wizard was a great book. Chapter one had helped her yesterday by explaining how to approach a sore subject. She'd found it whilst perusing the shelves. It was as if it jumped out at her.

Quickly turning to chapter two, she found that wizards didn't like witches that nagged. Apparently the author was a man! Who was this S. H. Bigworth anyway? And, just how could she have found the book agreeable? According to the book, if they were in an argument of sorts, she was to pretend to agree, even if she didn't, for a moment to allow him time to think about her views. But, why not just explain straightaway about how she felt? Skipping over the rest of the offending chapter, she found chapter three to be more to her liking. It gave hints on how to make a man feel loved by doing little things. Showing signs of affections such as small caresses and light kisses without appearing too clingy were a definite plus. She could do that, but her brow furrowed over the next section. She couldn't cook any meals for him, not here with the elves! Damn. She couldn't tidy nor press his clothes to perfection either. Blasted house-elves! It did say that a normal wizard liked his witch to have his clothes set out for him each day, but Hermione didn't agree that Severus would like this.

Sighing, she skipped to the next chapter. Ah! Methods to a great massage seemed worthy of a read. Hearing movement in the bedroom, she skimmed over the main points as quickly as possible, learning of hand movements, the amount of pressure to apply, and ideal times to carry on with it. It appeared that even though the wizard would say he didn't need one, she should be persistent anyway. In the end, the result would be pleasing to both parties. "All right then," she muttered, shrinking the book once again. Feeling the need for a change, she pulled her hair up with an elastic. "There," she said, "that'll keep the mess out of the way."

"Good morning, Severus," she said brightly upon exiting. He had been leaning against the bedpost waiting for her to get out. He grunted and moved past her. Thinking about the book, she asked, "Would you like me to get out some clothes for you today?"

"What?" he asked, giving her an odd look.

"Only joking," she said with a grin. "I'll just order breakfast then." He nodded and slammed the door behind him. Good grief! Ruddy book. She vowed to not read more of it. Her instincts were working fine up until that point. She summoned a house-elf quickly, and by the time Severus came out, the meal was waiting for them. Remembering that he hadn't much sleep, she remained quiet as he sipped on his coffee. He'd had a rough night after all.

"Must you do that?" he asked sardonically.

"Sorry?" she asked politely. She'd not been doing anything that she knew of.

"You're shaking your leg. Haven't you noticed that the entire table is shaking along with it?"

"Really," she scoffed. "I think I'll be off for a quick walk!" He was right incorrigible in the mornings!

"Don't allow me to chase you away," he said dryly, downing the rest of his cup. Thinking of the wretched book again, she sat back down.

"Quite right. I should desist in my nervous jittering." She picked up another slice of toast and began eating silently.

"What is this?" he asked with mock astonishment. "Hermione Granger being, dare I say, docile?"

"Now, see here, Severus. I'm only trying to get on with you without ending up in a row. Just because you had a rough night doesn't mean you should be so sour to me," she admonished. "Furthermore, I am not docile! I was only trying to agree with you to keep the peace." She sat back, folding her arms over her chest. Severus barked with laughter. "Eh? Think that's funny, do you?"

"Undeniably," he said once his laughter stilled. "As you told me yesterday, there is no need to try to, what was it? Ah, yes, coddle me. I can fend for myself as I know you can. I wouldn't be attracted to a passive woman, Hermione. Speak your mind as you always have. In fact, I welcome your sharp tongue."

"Very well then," she said, feeling foolish. "I think I need to return that ruddy book to the library! Either that or throw it in the dustbin!"

"What book?" he asked curiously. She pulled the offending bit from her pocket, waved her wand to return it to its normal size, and handed it to him. He began laughing once again.

Well, this is a change, she thought sourly. "Glad you find that amusing, Severus."

"This book is older than you and I combined, Hermione! I want a wife not a house-elf," he said, full of amusement.

"A wife?"

Damn! Where the bloody hell had that come from? "Well...," he said, trying to think of something. "Eventually, you know, as the entity led us to believe."

"Right," she said, not able to hold back a smile. She decided to change the subject. He was looking peaked. "Oh, let's have a look at the paper. It's just here. Ah, BLOODY HELL!"

"What is it?" he asked quickly, leaning forward.

"Oh, no," she mumbled, handing the paper to him. What would he make of this?

Severus took the paper and eyed it curiously. There, on the front page, was a picture of Lucius, Narcissa, Hermione, and himself as they were the previous evening at Greengrass' Pub. In the picture, he was scowling at the photographer, pulling Hermione close protectively. Hermione was moving closer of her own accord looking surprised. Lucius looked scandalized while Narcissa gave a flashy smile. The caption read, "War Heroes Meet for Dinner". The story went on to say a bit about their parts in the battles, and then the writer dared to tell the readers that it had been rumored that the Potions Master of Hogwarts had fallen in love with the newest addition to the staff, one of Harry Potter's right hands, Hermione Granger. Of all the...! He cleared his throat. "We should have known with that fellow taking those photos last night."

"Hmph," replied Hermione, taking the paper back. She read further. "That scoundrel! That waiter gave an interview saying that we requested privacy!"

"That is the truth though," he pointed out, enjoying her discomfort. He didn't care what people thought of him, but that bit about him falling in love shouldn't be in there. He'd not let Hermione know how peeved he was about it. She had been trying so hard to make him content and had even been reading in that rubbish for hints on how to go about it. No, Severus would not let her know that any part of the article bothered him at all. "Think nothing of it. Gossipmongers, the lot of them. They're just looking for a fresh scoop."

"All right then. I don't care if you don't, but they could have warned us," she said, throwing the paper to the side.

The fireplace began sputtering, burning a green color. Dumbledore's head appeared. "Good morning, you two. I had hoped to see you at breakfast. I wanted to speak with each of you. I trust you've seen this morning's paper?"

"Yes, Headmaster," Hermione said glumly. She could see the man's smile and knew that he found it amusing.

"Good then. Come along after you've finished there. I've news on Severus' injury." That said, his head vanished from the fire.

"I am anxious to see what Albus has to say about this," Severus said. "Are you done?"

"As am I. Shall we?" she asked with a worried look on her face.

"Come now, Hermione. I'm not going to die," he said to reassure her, taking her arm. They opted for a walk to the Headmaster's offices. Along the way, they encountered the Hufflepuffs that had remained for the holidays. They each nodded and grinned before scurrying off. "I suppose they've been reading the paper as well."

She giggled and caressed his hand lightly. He paused suddenly. Severus looked about first, and then slowly lowered his head to hers for a kiss. After a few moments, he pulled away. "Good morning." She smiled in reply.

The gargoyle opened for them just as they approached it. "Guess he knew we were here," Hermione commented unnecessarily. She hoped that they were not about to find out any bad news. They'd suffered enough, what with the visitors and all.

"Have a seat," Albus said softly. "Sherbet lemon? Tea?"

"I'll have a sherbet lemon," Hermione said. Severus gave her a scathing look. "What? They are good. You should try one." He merely sneered while the Headmaster arranged himself in his chair.

"After you left yesterday, Severus, I sent Fawkes off to Paracelsus. I thought he might have an idea about the situation." Dumbledore paused to look at the two before him. Hermione was worried. Severus's face was blank. Before he could continue, the witch spoke.

"Paracelsus you say? Why, isn't there a bust of him just down from the Gryffindor common room?"

"Yes. He's one and the same. Paracelsus is an accomplished alchemist. He, Nicholas, and I have been friends for most of my life, and we've worked together on many things in the past," Albus said with a smile. "Just so happens, I remembered that in our youth, he told us of a story about an ancestor of his. The man was a priest in training I believe. A reformed wizard, if you will. He had visits from a Succubus as well. He'd told us about a bite that the fellow suffered as he fended off the creature, and as far as I could recall, the man was able to treat it. Here is the parchment that Paracelsus sent." Severus took the letter.

Albus,

It's been a while old friend. I was quite shocked to hear of a dual visit. There haven't been many of those reported. I daresay, Merlin was the last documented for all we know, though I have always wondered about Grindelwald. As far as my ancestor, I have taken a look at some of the family scrolls. It says that he was inflicted with a bite as punishment for being able to deny the advances of the Succubus. As with your Potions master, he could feel the pain even in his waking hours though no visible bite mark could be seen.

Tell your man to treat it as he would any wound during his waking hours, but I'm afraid the next part won't be easy to hear. Apparently, his nightly haunts will not be over with. Agdronomy stated that he began having night terrors. The Succubus never returned, but in his dreams, he turned into all the things he hated most. I believe in his case, he was a demon that terrorized fellow members of the clergy. After weeks of restless, horrible nights, he and some mates developed a potion that would allow them to access his dreams with him. Together, they tended to the wound, which was still visible in the dream, and they helped him fight his inner demons so to speak. In the end, his faith was what saved him. Faith and the help of his trusted friends, that is.

I hope that this can be of some help to you. This should have been documented for the public long ago. It would perhaps save some other wizards from the trouble. I have enclosed a list of ingredients and instructions should you want to try to help your young friend with the same method. I give permission to him to document this as he sees fit. You must come for a holiday soon, Albus. It's been far too long.

Paracelsus

Noting that Severus had finished reading, Albus spoke gently. "I think that you should do this. Hermione, of course, should be the one to assist you."

"Absolutely not, Albus. She'll do no such thing. Furthermore, I do not see the need to go through such lengths when I've not experienced anything such as this," Severus bit out immediately.

"Hang on! I will do what I can. What's the letter say?" Hermione asked indignantly, not wanting to miss the chance to help her man.

"Read over it once more, Severus. Think hard on what he has to say on the matter," Dumbledore urged.

"Interesting," Severus commented, handing the parchment to Hermione. He perused over the second page to see which ingredients he had in stock and what process would be needed. "Moonstone, hellebore, holly, dried Billywig stings...these are simple enough to come by. The potion itself can be prepared easily, but it has to simmer for thirty hours."

"Severus," Hermione began, "last night you had a really restless night. Did you dream anything such as this?"

"I can't remember. I know I had dreams, and I even felt uneasy when I awoke this morning. For some reason, I took a sleeping draught last night. I felt the need for it." This plagued Severus. What would he become in his dreams? Had he subconsciously known that he would be facing more horrors? How could he let Hermione go through this with him when she might be hurt in the process? "About you coming into my dreams with me, I don't feel that would-"

"I will do it," she said firmly. "Who else could? I'll help you. You said that my voice helped last time. And, I was right in my guess about you needing to treat the wound as a normal one. Let me help you."

He smirked. "Insufferable Guess-it-all! I suppose you should be the one. That doesn't mean that I like it. Albus, do you think there is a chance that she could be harmed?"

"I do not know, Severus, but I don't think that any terror you would become would see her hurt. I think she is the key to putting an end to this. Oh, what's this?"

"Hedwig!" Hermione exclaimed as the snow white owl flew in through the window. She landed with a hoot on Hermione's lap. Hermione quickly untied the parchment. "Just great!"

"What is it?" Severus mocked immediately. "Potter needs advice on his relationship?"

"Hush you," she said saucily. "It seems that the twins thought it would be funny to send a copy of the Daily Prophet to my mum and dad. They sent Pig earlier this morning with it. Ron just wanted to warn me and let me know that he had nothing to do with it."

Albus chuckled. "I expect you'll be hearing from them soon enough then. You should have written to them yourself, dear."

"I know. I just wasn't ready." She sighed. "Perhaps we should go for a visit then? Should I just send a letter to them?"

"Let's go back to our chambers. We'll go over this list thoroughly and discuss it," Severus offered. "Thanks, Albus."

Albus watched the pair leave with a smile. What Severus had said was not lost on him. Our chambers. He'd come a long way in a short period of time, hadn't he? Practically skipping to the fireplace, he Flooed to Minerva's quarters.

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"Forget about my parents for a moment please," Hermione pleaded. "I'll write to them shortly. I think we should deal with this first. Your health is more important to me than explaining to my mum that I've fallen in love."

"Very well. I have everything required for the potion in my personal stores. It's not very complicated at all. I'm sure even Potter or Weasley could brew this without incident," he said sarcastically.

"Now that was uncalled for. Really," she said, rolling her eyes. "I've got us each a mortar and pestle so that we can set about working. It says here that the holly must be mashed finely. What has holly to do with this potion?"

"Perhaps because it gives protection for many things including poisons inflicted through witchcraft. I expect that's what these men had in mind when they included the ingredient in the first place. They lived in the old times. Beliefs were a bit different back then. We will not alter from their specifications," Severus said, using the tone he used in class. There would be no room for error here.

"Right then. So, the cut is undoubtedly laced with some sort of magical poison. What of these Billywig stings?" she asked, holding up a container.

"I would think that this is the key ingredient that allows your thoughts to lift up from your body and meld with mine. According to the description, my dream will appear as if in a cloud above us. Each of us will be levitated into it somehow. We'll likely feel lightheaded at first," he stated.

She smiled. "I was wondering about that. And, we just set them in whole? How many?"

"There are two of us. We need three each, so place six aside." Severus looked over the paper once again. "Hellebore." He rubbed his chin for a moment in thought.

"Though dangerous, it will work with the other ingredients to help purge your body from the poison of her slash. Purge your mental anguish as well. That must be the reason for this one. How need we prepare it?"

Severus smiled. She would have made a fair apprentice for him as well. "It must be diced in perfect half inch cubes. Have you a sharp knife?"

"I do. What's next?" she asked eagerly.

"The moonstone. We will have to mash it to powder as well. It will serve to balance our emotions in our dream state. According to Paracelsus here, it was what made his relative more approachable by the friends that went in with him," Severus said with a smirk. "Let's hope your voice has the same effect on me as it did with that spirit."

"I'll start in on the holly while you prepare the first portion," Hermione said, winking at her lover. He furrowed his brow at first but smiled smugly.

"As you wish, Instructor Granger," he teased. He began setting up the cauldron, adding the liquids needed, and producing a powerfully hot flame. Once done, he began with the moonstone. They then split up the hellebore and began dicing. After an hour, all ingredients were prepared, and the correct amount of liquid had evaporated out of the cauldron. "It's ready for the first set. Hand me the moonstone," he ordered. She placed the mortar in his hand and watched as he expertly distributed the correct amount. His fingers were so graceful. Pleasing...her stomach tingled in remembrance of what they were capable of. She shook her head before handing him a stirring rod.

"Stir it very slowly, six times counterclockwise," she said, knowing it was unnecessary, but feeling the need to talk. This was no time to be fantasizing about lovemaking. He merely raised an eyebrow before starting his task.

"I need only a cup of hellebore for this go round," he said, holding out his hand. She placed the cup in his hand and watched again as he distributed it in the cauldron. "All the Billywig stings, if you will," he said, voice sounding as silky as ever. He threw the small stems in one at a time. "How many times need I stir?"

She wasn't sure if he was serious or not, but she answered anyway. "Six times, quickly, and clockwise." Hermione grinned when she realized he had been toying with her. She caught the smirk on his face before he began stirring.

"I'll have the other cup of hellebore now." He added the cubed ingredients before requesting the final one. "All of the holly now." Putting the last of the ingredients in, he stirred a dozen times slowly in counterclockwise movements before reversing to stir a dozen more times. "Now we wait for it to boil. Then we set it to simmer for thirty hours. It should begin producing a bluish haze shortly. Once it's completed, it will have turned purple, and the steam should be thick."

Without knowing how she got there, she pressed her back to his chest, and his arms came around her. Together they watched the cauldron, waiting for it to boil. Before long, big bubbles began surfacing, and as he predicted, a slight blue mist drifted from the boiling liquid. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked in a whisper.

She felt his lips press onto the top of her head. "You, my dear, are one of the few people that I believe sees the attractiveness of potion making." He produced his wand, setting the flame very low. "Thirty hours."

Hermione turned around in his arms. "Thirty hours," she agreed. "Kiss me." He bent his head to claim her lips. The kiss was dizzying and left her feeling giddy. "I love the way you kiss me." He growled, lifting her in his arms.

Walking slowly over to their table, he sat her on the edge. Severus stared into her eyes as his hands lowered to caress her breasts. She sighed in welcome. Her hands found his shoulders, pulling him closer. His lips made their way to her neck. He began savagely marking her, sucking hard, licking frantically. Her body was aglow with the sensuous blue light cast in the room. Her hands found their way to his trousers and began unbuckling his belt. Mirroring her actions, he lowered one hand from her breast to snake under her dress up between her thighs, ripping away her knickers. She was wet, aroused for him, needing him. He plunged one finger in and felt her readiness. Vaguely noticing that his trousers had been dropped, he pushed her back onto the table, scattering the contents to the floor before climbing half over her. His hard shaft was throbbing at her entrance for only a moment before Hermione's legs wrapped around him, pulling his body closer, pushing him into her opening.

They both cried out in satisfaction at the feel of him sheathed inside. His lips found hers again as they began a frantic grinding and pumping against each other. Her nails clawed at his back, his arse, anything they could reach. His teeth grazed her shoulders, and the hand that wasn't balancing him over her began an assault anew on her breasts. Eliciting moans from his actions, he was turned on more than he'd ever been, and he felt the familiar burning in his scrotum. It would not take long. She protested as his hand left her breast, but moaned when it found her essence. Working on the sensitive nub, he could feel her beginning to tighten and clamping down on his shaft. "Severus!" she wailed, half plea, half bliss. He closed his eyes in welcome to the flow of hot juices that washed over him. Only a few moments later, he grunted a final, "Hermione," before collapsing on top of her.

When he came back down from his cloud, he felt her lips kissing his head and her hands caressing his hair and back. Good Lord! He'd taken her like a rutting animal. They were both still dressed save for the only parts that needed exposing. On a lab table! He sheepishly moved to meet her eyes. She smiled cheekily. "I wonder if those fumes worked on us like an aphrodisiac would. I just had to have you."

So, she had wanted it then. Just as he'd given it to her. He resisted a smug smile. Hell, yes, she wanted it. She started it. "I don't think I could have made it to the bedchamber," he said as way of apology.

"No matter. This has suited us just as well. Don't you think, love?"

The feeling was back. Warmth. A flowing emotion. He did love her. He would tell her later. "Indeed," he said, moving back to pull up his clothes. She smoothed down her dress. Feeling a sting on his shoulders, he knew that her nails had dug into his flesh even through the fabric. The little minx!

"I'm off for a bath, I think," she said, standing up. She placed a final kiss on his lips before hurrying off. He was left standing there, grinning like an oaf. He'd met his match in that witch. She was his. Always would be. "Scourgify," he muttered at the table, cleaning up any liquid that may have flowed out. He manually put back all that had been thrown askew in their frantic coupling. It was good to have a lover with him. He'd never feel lonely again. Had he been lonely though? Somehow he couldn't think of things as they were before she began her stay with him.

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Hermione lowered her book when she heard Severus' angry voice. "What is the meaning of this?" She saw that he was pointing wildly to and dodging a hyperactive Pigwidgeon. He looked extremely harassed.

"That's Ron's owl," she said, laughing at the scene before her. "Come here, Pig." The small owl flew to her, twittering excitedly all the while. She barely had the parchment off before the bird flew out the door. Severus was brushing off his clothes as if he had owl droppings on them.

"That owl is a menace!" he bellowed once more before flashing a small grin. "The owl does suit Mr. Weasley though, doesn't it?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, prolonging the inevitable. Her mum's handwriting was on the Muggle envelope in her hands.

"Flitting about, seemingly not knowing its purpose, pestering me, unable to contain its excitement over being in a place it shouldn't be...is that from your parents?" he asked suddenly, realizing that Ron had told her of this owl's last errand.

"Yes, it is." He gestured for her to open the letter as he took a seat. With only a slight amount of trepidation, she tore into it. The letter was short but direct. "She says they've read about my new beau and me. They are disappointed that I lied to them on my whereabouts for this holiday. They insist that we go to meet them at home this evening, or she'll be contacting the Headmaster to force us. How embarrassing," she moaned, shoving the letter to him.

"Well, I suppose we'll make arrangements to eat out this evening again. I do think we should go down for a bit of lunch. We've not had a meal with the staff since Christmas morning. What say you?" he asked softly.

"Yes, all right," she said absently. Why was this meeting with her parents bothering her? They always followed her judgment on things. If she felt Severus was the one, then they should agree on it. Right? "It's not too late for lunch now?"

"Not at all. Most will be finished, but some will probably still be about. We should show ourselves though," he said, pulling her up. He followed her sulking form up to the hall. He didn't like the expression on her face. Did she feel that her parents would turn her out if she remained at his side? Bugger them. She was of age, and she was just beginning her own career. Her life was to be spent with him. He'd not let them influence her in any case. Parents or no, Hermione was his.

"Well, all right then. They are alive. Been having a nice break?" Hooch called right away. Hermione grinned. This woman was exactly what she needed to pull her out of her mood.

"Very nice," Hermione said warmly.

"Pomona and I have been debating on paying a visit, but we decided to let you all carry on for a while," Hooch said slyly with a wink. "Say, what say you to a few shots? The little pests have gone now. It's just us adults here as it is."

"It seems that you've already had a few shots, Rolanda," Severus said dryly. It was true. The witch's face was alight with intoxicated merriment. Even Pomona's round face was reddened jovially. Her flyaway mop of hair was even more of a mess today than normal.

"It's a game you see," tiny Filius offered. "Someone pretends to be someone through expression only. If you guess it correctly, you take a shot. If you guess it incorrectly, you take two shots. I told them to use butterbeer, but they've insisted on firewhisky."

"Where is everyone else?" Hermione asked, wondering about Minerva and Albus.

"Pah! Worry not on them," Pomona said with a giggle. "They're not the fun sort."

"We've come to have lunch," Severus said. "Shouldn't you be doing the same?" He nodded toward their plates that had been pushed aside.

"Oi, there, Sev! This is my second plate. I've already had my first. It takes a good lot to keep a healthy witch going," Pomona said cheerily.

"I imagine so," he said dryly. Rolanda and Filius had busied themselves with new shots while Hermione began filling her plate lightly. Severus began to do the same when he noticed that the trio had resumed their game. It was Pomona's turn as the one acting as someone else. The herbologist sprung from her chair and began a menacing walk around the table, scowling at everyone. She waggled her finger angrily at her mates before sitting down again in a fit of giggles.

"Go on then! Who was it, Rolanda?" she asked.

"It had to have been Poppy," Hooch declared.

Flitwick simply shook his head. "Severus."

"Right you are, Filius! That's one shot for you, and two for Rolanda. Say, how could you have not guessed that one?" she inquired, arching both brows.

"I knew very well exactly who that was!" she said indignantly. "I just fancied the extra shot is all."

Hermione burst with laughter as Severus shook his head in disdain. He tsked a few times before returning to his food. It was Hooch who jumped up this time. She began stomping about near the table, looking like a great clumsy fool. She held onto her belly in a fit of silent, fake laughter before wiping nonexistent tears from her eyes. When Hermione howled with laughter, Severus broke a smile. Rolanda sat down. "Right then. You first, Hermione. Who was that?"

"Hagrid!" she said immediately. A shot glass materialized in front of her.

"Severus? Did you think it was Hagrid as well?" she asked cautiously.

"I did," he replied. A shot glass materialized in front of him.

"We didn't consent to play, Rolanda," he said smugly. "Keep your liquor."

"Sorry, mate," she said with a grin. "The moment you answered my questions you were bound to play."

Casting her a dirty look, he threw back his glass. "So be it." Hermione followed suit, choking slightly on her drink. Severus had noted that his young lover seemed to be enjoying herself. He didn't want to take the fun out of things. It was a small sacrifice to make to allow her these moments of merriment. They still had to face her parents that evening.

An hour later, Albus and Minerva entered the hall. They had been on their way out to have a walk around the lake when they heard howls of laughter. The scene before them had them gaping in shock. Five of their professors were drunk off their arses. At this moment, Hermione was parading around the table like a proud peacock. She would pause, look to one side, place her hands on her hips, and flash a bright, toothy smile. She did this a few times before she sat down.

Shouts of Potter, Fudge, and Lockhart rang out. "It's Lockhart!" she shrieked, giggling madly. "Sh-everus! How could you think that to be Harry?" The Potions Master grunted before drinking his two shots. Hermione downed her shot as well.

"Hang on! Wha' choo drinkin' for?" Hooch accused, voice mangled with intoxication.

"I guesh...ssed it right," Hermione said in a puzzled voice.

"But, choo were the one charadin'," Hooch said tartly. Everyone began cackling in peals of laughter at this point.

"I think you've all had quite enough," Minerva said sternly, summoning five tumblers of clear liquid. "Drink this!"

Dumbly, most downed the new liquid in hopes it was something to add to their inebriated states. Hooch was defiant. "Oh, come now, Minnie. Get smashed, I say!"

"Drink up, Rolanda," Albus said, holding a chuckle back.

At once they all began looking around soberly. "Sneaky Gryffindor," Hooch bellowed. "That was Sober Up Potion, that was!"

"Quite right," Minerva said. "We still have a few students on these grounds. You must act responsibly. Come along, Albus." She began her walk to the entrance while Albus smiled at the others. He followed closely behind not wanting Minerva to think he condoned their actions.

Severus stood up extending a hand to Hermione. "Well, I must admit that was interesting. Good day." Laughing all the way back to the dungeons, Hermione swatted Severus' arm.

"Oh, come on. Don't look like that. You know you had a good time," she said.

The corners of his lips quirked up slightly. "I think it was an acceptable pastime, but I am afraid that Minerva was right. The students could have come in at any moment." He kissed her head. He noted her disappointed frown. "Next time we shall be sure to carry on in the staff room."

With that, she brightened. "I feel much better! Maybe I needed that. A great stress reliever, firewhisky shots."

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Hermione rang the doorbell. This was something she'd never done before at her own home. Somehow it seemed the right thing to do at this moment. Severus patted her back reassuringly. Her insides twisted about as she waited for the door to open. Finally it swung forward.

"Well, honey, you don't have to ring the doorbell," her mother said, pulling her in for an embrace. "We've missed you so much." At this moment, her mother glanced up to Severus. "Hello," she said stiffly. "Come on, you two."

Severus sneered at the woman's retreating back. So, that's how it's going to be, eh? He could handle a pair of Muggles. He followed Hermione in. Her home was very nice. In fact, more so than any other Muggle home he'd been in. They were escorted to the living area while her mum disappeared to another part of the house. Instead of taking a seat, he went to have a closer look at all of the odd gadgets on the shelves. He saw pictures of Hermione on the walls and was painfully reminded of exactly how young she truly was compared to him. She had changed so much since she had first come to Hogwarts. He glanced sideways to his beauty sitting on the couch nervously. No one will take you from me. He glided to her side and seated himself just as both parents came into the room.

"Don't get up," her father commanded when they both made to stand. He and his wife sat in chairs facing them. "I must admit we were quite stunned this morning when that ruddy bird brought that paper."

"Disappointed," her mother interjected.

"Mum, Dad, I can explain. See, what hap..." Hermione began.

"I'll have my say, young lady," her father said sternly, reminding Severus of Minerva. Severus bristled. How dare he speak to her like a child? He remained silent only out of respect, but if this carried on, he'd say his own piece. Hermione leaned in to Severus for support as he took her hand. Severus noticed that her mother's eyes softened at the action. "You lied to us. You said that you were to stay with Arthur and Molly. Then, we see this paper, and we've caught you in an outright lie! A scandal with one of your professors at that!"

"A scandal!" Hermione raged, springing up so quickly Severus was pushed back against the cushions. "It's your turn to listen, Dad! You will hear me out, or I will leave. Never speak against Severus that way again. There was no scandal! He is honorable!"

"Calm down now," her father was saying, gesturing for her to take a seat.

"I am eighteen years old. I have been of age for well over a year. Since my last class, Severus and I have been talking often. I've fallen for him, and we are taking time to get to know one another. Nothing ever happened when I was a student!" Hermione huffed. "We've been getting on well. As far as the Weasleys, yes, I was there until Christmas. Then, I went to see Severus, and I've been staying at the castle since. If you will remember, I will be working there. It's my home!"

Severus wanted to clap. Her father had been shocked into silence, and her mother was smiling softly. "Well, you could have sent an owl to us at least," her mother said.

"I suppose I could have, but I wanted to be sure we would get on well first. This is private to me, and I had no intention of letting someone else tell you. I just wanted to do it on my own time," she said, finally sitting again.

"Mr. Granger, I never made any inappropriate advances on your daughter whilst she was still a student," Severus said honestly. They didn't need to know exact details. He took a page from Hermione's book and skirted about the more sordid details.

"Well, I'd say you wouldn't," her father said sharply. "Isn't this the fellow that made fun of your teeth a few years ago? Doesn't he always give you less than acceptable marks when you know you've done better?"

"Teeth?" Severus asked, clearly puzzled.

"Later," Hermione hissed. "That's enough, Dad. Do you think that if I let the past bother me I would have gone to him? Do you think I would respect him if he wasn't a fine professor? Do you think I would love him if I thought he didn't care for me? Don't make your own judgments on him until you've come to know him for yourselves."

Her father opened his mouth to speak, but her mother cut him off. "I didn't share your father's view of a scandal. I was just disappointed because I thought you had lied about your whereabouts. Of course we will welcome your young man into our home."

Severus' mouth nearly dropped open. Young man? The woman couldn't be more than five years older than he was himself. "Thanks, Mum," Hermione said, looking at her father pointedly.

He cleared his throat. "Right. I should have thought better of you." He extended a hand to Severus, which Severus shook, half wishing that he could crush the man's hand. "Well, shall we get on with getting to know each other then?"

The group began talking, and before long, they were all on good terms. Her father tried to broach the subject of future plans, but Severus skirted those questions. Her mother had taken her on the side to offer advice to what she still assumed was her virginal daughter. "Now, he's not one of those boys that you run around with. He's a mature man. They have needs. Don't be pressured into anything, and be sure to get on the pill."

"Mum, I'm on the potion already," Hermione said absently. When her mother gasped, she added, "You know. Just in case." Her mother nodded with approval. Even though they tried to leave, her parents insisted that they stay for dinner. Dinner turned out to be delivered pizza. Severus ate his with a fork to the amusement of her parents.

"What is it?" he asked, checking to see if he'd dropped anything on his frock coat.

"Nothing," Hermione smiled. "We eat this with our hands, but go on. Some people use forks." He shrugged slightly and finished his meal in what he felt was the proper way. They were finally able to leave near midnight. Her parents were reassured that their daughter had made a proper choice in a boyfriend. Hermione was relieved that they had accepted him with minimal objections. Severus left feeling good about himself. Though they clearly hadn't thought the situation was tolerable at first, he'd proved to them that he could get on with their daughter and keep her content. Ultimately, he had been accepted as part of the family. Once he would have wished that his father would have been like that with his friends. When he brought someone around, his father would question their bloodlines, family history, and worth as wizards. More than once, he'd been embarrassed by his sire. Hermione's family cared nothing about that. They just wanted her to be happy. He'd see to it.

"I'm going to go to the loo," Severus said, as they entered their bedchamber.

Hermione yawned. "I think I'm going to crawl into bed."

Once he was finished, he came out, clad in his boxers only, to find that his lover was fast asleep. She had pleased him earlier in his laboratory, but he hungered for her once again. Hermione looked too comfortable to wake though, so he simply curled in with her, placing soft kisses on her face. If she had woken, then he would have initiated the lovemaking. She didn't move an inch. He smiled anyway and curled up to her. Sleep pounced on him straightaway.

At some point, he began dreaming that he was walking down the dark corridors of the castle. "Where are the little bastards?" he said to himself. "I know they came this way." He hated them. They talked about him constantly behind his back. He couldn't do anything to them during the day and under the watchful eyes of the Headmaster, but the night belonged to him. How could they blame a little accident or two on him? Obliviates went a long way and enabled him to get out of many tight spots in the past.

What was that smell? Jasmine. Granger's shampoo. He recognized it from class. How many times had he stood behind her to check over her perfect potions and smelled that scent? He began stalking forward quickly. He'd find her. She'd never laugh at him again. There! A sound just to his left. "Lumos," he hissed. A flood of light from the tip of his wand. Hermione Granger stood huddled against the wall with two of her friends. "Potter, Weasley, and Granger! Tell me. What would three young Gryffindors be doing out of bed at this time of night?"

"Er..." Potter began.

"Save it," he said, voice merely an angry whisper. "You two! Back to your common room. Miss Granger, you will stay behind."

The two boys fled without a backward glance. "Please, sir, we were just on our way to the infirmary," she said, voice pleading.

"Do you know what I am going to do with you?" he asked, smirking hatefully. "No? How disappointing. I thought you knew everything." He could see she was trembling with fear, and he loved it. Her fear fed his hate. It flowed through his veins bringing him much satisfaction. "Silencio," he said, pointing his wand at her throat when she opened her mouth to speak. "Expelliarmus," he said lazily as she reached for her wand. It flew into his outstretched hand, and her body slammed against the corridor's rough wall.

She slid down the wall for only a moment before bounding up to storm past him. When he grabbed her by the wrist, she began pummeling him wildly. "Hold still, creature of dirt," he said scathingly. "No?" he asked when she continued to try to hit him. "Stupefy!"

He grinned wickedly as her body crumpled to the floor. Grabbing her by the hair, he dragged her toward an empty classroom. Warding the door closed, he turned on her. "Ennervate." He began unfastening his robes while she watched. He thrived on the terror in her eyes. "Welcome back, Miss Granger," he said in mock sweetness. "Let me tell you what I am going to do with you, you little Mudblood whore! I'm going to part your thighs, bury my cock so deeply inside of you that you'll feel it for days, and then I'm going to Obliviate you. You'll be walking around stiffly tomorrow, and you'll have no idea why." He chuckled as she tried to scoot away. He unfastened his pants. "Come now, Miss Granger. It should be nothing new. Weren't you just allowing Potter and Weasley the same pleasures. Why shouldn't I partake in what you've offered all of Gryffindor. Certainly, I would please you more than Longbottom!" He reached down to grip her legs tightly, pulling her forward.

"Severus, I love you. Stop it!" she said through tears.

"How did you speak? I've-"

"Come back to me," she said through gasps for air. What the hell? He was choking her. Filthy, dirty, little whore! It was a mind trick. "Severus, stop!" Her hand reached up and raked four deep lines across his bare chest.

Bare chest? He wasn't naked. He was...! "I'm in my chambers!" Realization set in. He had been dreaming. In horror, he looked beneath him. "Hermione!" he cried in panic. He released her immediately. He could see fingerprints around her throat. "Merlin's beard! What have I done?" He jumped up from the bed. "Oh my God! Hermione, I'm sorry!" He began backing away from her, not sure of what to do next.

She was sitting up now, touching her throat tentatively. "Severus, wait," she choked. "It was your dream. Come here."

He backed himself into his bookshelf. "No, I've...Hermione!" He ran his fingers through his hair in disbelief. She got out of bed and padded to him.

"Severus, it's the dream. The Succubus' wound. I know you would never hurt me. Did you not take anything to ensure that you would not have dreams tonight?"

He shook his head, evading her arms. "Hermione," he choked. He'd nearly killed her. He would have raped her. He remembered exactly what he'd done and said to her. He was a monster. He had to get out of there.

"Stop!" she yelled as he tried to flee. "Locomotor Mortis!" She cringed as Severus fell under her deftly administered Leg Locker Curse. "Severus, I'm sorry. Please stop struggling to get away from me. I forgive you."

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Southern's Notes: Sorry to bore you with the potion making, but hopefully the little romp made up for it. Her parents accepted them quickly, but I think is fine. Had other things to move on to! LOL... I know Severus is a bit wicked here, but I had to portray him that way. The dream stuff is a bit freaky. More on that next.