Chapter Four: I Feel It All
Chapter 4 of 4
potionmastersmistressSnape is alive – only he doesn't believe it. He lays in a deep coma at St. Mungo's, his mind locked in an afterlife of his own making. Occlumency shields prevented the best mind healers from intervening. He's considered a hopeless case – but there's this irritating know-it-all with a crazy shaman trance plan and a boy-who-just-won't-bugger-off.
Disclaimer: I got bored with my dollies and decided to play with J.K.'s. I promise to put them back... eventually.
A/N: I love my beta for being my beta! Her wonderful suggestions really made this chapter pop, and you can thank her for the addition of the extra special Snape-ness. She's a terrific lady that goes above and beyond. May many-a-Snape appear in her dreams!!!
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Chapter Four: I Feel It All
Hermione had too many thoughts swirling around her head to just lie down and try to sleep after the whole "wand" episode with Harry. It wasn't an incident that was entirely new to her, of course, but it always seemed to take away her ability to sleep.
Harry and Ginny were so very much in love and free to shag each other senseless without the looming possibility of death weighing on their hearts and minds. It was a concept Hermione understood all too well. But even still, the thought of Harry shagging in the bathroom made her a bit crazy.
She was jealous, which was reasonable, but more than anything, she was wistful. Harry and Ginny had made it, so far, and she couldn't see them ever having as earth-shattering a blowout as Ron and she had. But they seemed to understand each other on a deeper level than Ron had ever...
Hermione couldn't help but sigh. Ron had always been her choice, through all of his flaws, and through all of their differences. Through all of her schoolgirl crushes, it was Ron who she had let crush her the most. She had thought the war would have forced him to grow up a bit, if only a bit, but was ultimately proved very wrong. She had given him a chance for redemption after he had abandoned Harry and her in the middle of their quest, and his bravery at Hogwarts before, during, and after the final battle had caused her heart to swell and her body to ache with love and need for him.
Shame that it hadn't lasted.
As she lay upon her makeshift cot, atop her terry-cloth blanket, she allowed herself, for the first time in weeks, to really feel the loss of her long awaited and short lived love affair with Ronald Weasley. And to feel that loss, she had to do the hardest thing, harder than giving in to her sorrow. She had to remember when it was good. She simply had to allow herself to remember what she would miss.
***
Hermione and Harry had returned dejectedly to Hogwarts from St. Mungo's. Their Potion's master was in the best of hands and was, against all odds, still alive...if only partially so. But so many more of their allies, their friends, their loved ones... They had been taken along the way, through the veil, never to return.
As they walked through the gates, they could make out the forms of McGonagall, Sprout, Pomfrey, Flitwick, Slughorn, Trelawney, and Vector rushing to the sides of the wounded and levitating the remains of the fallen, covering them with colored cloths...white for the side of Light, and black for the Dark. Several Aurors aided in this process, and both Harry and she were compelled to stop and to take in the sheer volume of the dead and wounded scattered across the grounds.
Inside the Great Hall, the scene was no less grim. Ron and Ginny were with their family, none of them speaking, but mourning in their own ways over the bodies of their dead son and brother, and the dead friends that were strewn about.
***
After several long hours of repair and remorse, of impromptu funerals and memorials, the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione flooed back to the Burrow. No one spoke a word as they filed in through the grate.
Once everyone got inside, there was a slight pause in which no one did a single thing but breathe, wipe the soot off of their clothes out of habit, and look around at one another. Then, Molly and Fleur went straight to the kitchen. Arthur, Bill, Percy, and George went and sat around the kitchen table, more worn and exhausted looking than Hermione had ever imagined them.
Harry and Ginny started to make their way upstairs, hands interlaced, and Ron decided to follow suit, clasping her hand tightly, but gently, in his own.
They sat on the floor in Ron's room, all of them. No one seemed to want to break the silence first. Throats cleared, sighs escaped, sniffles arose followed by great gasps of air... but no one seemed able to speak. Hermione knew if she opened her mouth, she would be opening the floodgates of an emotional waterfront that she did not want to cross just yet.
She glanced down at her hands, and she didn't recognize them. They were chapped and bleeding, caked in dirt and blood.
She knew the blood was not hers alone.
No ink stained her fingers for the first time in years.
Her eyes began to well up, and even though she tried to fight it, tears began to roll silently down her dirty cheeks.
She could hear Harry sobbing; he was nearly retching. She looked at him and felt a tremendous sadness mixed with an overwhelming happiness. Ginny was holding him tightly, cooing and stroking his disheveled black hair. After a couple of minutes, they rose silently and made their way out the door, to what she assumed was Ginny's room below.
She turned to Ron after Ginny had closed the door silently behind them, turning and locking her eyes with Hermione's for a moment, and saying so much without making a single sound.
He was gazing at her, right beside her, his leg touching hers. He reached out a calloused, masculine hand to her face, wiping away a tear that had gathered at the corner of her eye with his thumb.
His speckled face had lost so much of its careless innocence. He sat there, regal and strong, like a true Gryffindor. Her heroic lion. Her Ronald.
Her heart wanted to burst.
She opened her mouth to speak, to try and verbalize her pounding heart and her intense sorrow. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him in that moment, how brave and wonderful he was.
She couldn't speak.
Her voice remained hidden, and a smile crept across Ron's face.
"You have dirt on your nose."
It took Hermione all but a half of a second to catch on as he reached his hand towards her face again, brushing against her moist nose.
"Did you know? Just there."
And then it all came up at once. She began to smile, sob, and clutch onto Ron as if for dear life, as if she were drowning. She kept telling him she was sorry she was always yelling and she loved him, and a thousand other things that had been on the tip of her tongue for a couple of years short of a decade. He just held her in his strong arms until her sobs turned into sniffles, listening and stroking her impossibly bushy hair.
"C'mon, 'Mione. Let's get cleaned up a bit."
She kept opening her mouth to protest, but before she knew it, she was standing in the lav, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
She couldn't believe how much older she looked, let alone how much older she felt.
She noticed that she was pressed against the sink.
And he was pressing into her back. His hands reached under her torn blouse and pulled it over her head. She remembered every second, every breath, as they undressed each other without words, without questions, and without a single sound but for the clothes they were shedding dropping to the ground. And then he was naked. She was naked. And they stared at each other long enough for their skin to become bumpy and taut from the chill.
Should she kiss him? Should she move? She was frightened. She couldn't think straight. And he was looking at her as if he had never seen her before...
"You're beautiful, you know. Magnificent."
Her mouth gaped open and then snapped abruptly shut. He smiled, and nervously placed his hands on her waist, staring into her eyes through the mirror. Her ribs seemed more apparent than ever before under his long, thick fingers. His hands made her feel frail, weak, feminine, beautiful...
"We're both filthy." She managed to murmur softly, unable to focus on anything but his piercing eyes and his hands gripping her waist, caressing her skin. He pulled her close and ran his fingers along the outline of her frame.
"Let's wash it all away."
***
She cried quietly, hugging her pillow, thanking the gods that Severus couldn't hear, and when she was done, she laid there in silence until the sun came up, just staring at the still form in the small bed.
As she got up to go into the bath to wash her face and brush her teeth, she continued to gaze at him.
"You look so desolate."
What was it about that man? Ever since the lot of them had banded together on the quest for Severus' care and revival, she had begun to develop a sort of... relationship with him. A friendship, of sorts. She knew it was silly and one-sided, but that never stopped her from thinking of him as a very dear friend and person in her mind. She had always slept in the room with him, even when Ron had still been there. She knew that was part of the reason that they had been brought to the breaking point, but she couldn't stand the thought of him lying alone, as though dead, in his own home. She also couldn't silence that little voice in her head, the voice that secretly wanted Ronald to be Severus.
Severus was really the ultimate hero to her. He was, if she was perfectly honest with herself, her ideal mate. He sought knowledge and respect, he was full of power and pride, and wasn't that what she really wanted for herself? Ever since she first learned she was a witch, she had felt this surge of satisfaction, of purpose, and had made it her goal to become the strongest, smartest witch she possibly could. And from what she knew of him, hadn't Severus done the very same thing as a young wizard and as a grown man as well?
She thought less and less of the differences in their age and circumstance and more and more of the common characteristics the two of them shared. She also thought more and more of his pale, scarred flesh. It was so fragile looking, but she knew it to be thick and resilient. She thought of his long, dark hair, not a sign of age in it. She thought of his defined bone structure; his regal cheekbones and nose made him look like some sort of brooding prince... And then there were his hands, his beautiful hands, clasped atop his chest, rising and falling with each steady breath. She dreamt of his hands more than anything else. Sometimes they were just writing furiously, other times they were carefully preparing and concocting potions. Sometimes they were rubbing his temple, or buttoning his robes. And sometimes, they were caressing her flesh.
She smiled at the still form of Severus Snape as she recalled a particular favorite of hers...
***
"I wonder, Miss Granger, if you enjoy this arrangement?"
Severus stalked into the kitchen, catching Hermione quite by surprise.
Harry and Ginny had gone off to the cinema for the evening, leaving her alone in the house with what she thought was a comatose Severus. She had been chopping up some basil, tomato, and cucumbers, preparing to make a salad to go along with the salmon she was baking for her dinner. The last thing she expected to see was her virtually lifeless patient walking and talking! And had he taken the time to put his frock coat on?
"Professor... I... I... How...?"She dropped the knife and backed into the counter clumsily as he came at her in a fury, grabbing her about the waist and pulling her close to his chest.
Her breathing became ragged as he ran one of his hands down the small of her back until it met her arse. She squeaked in surprise as he squeezed her firm cheek, causing the tall man to smirk. His skin wasn't sallow at all; it was actually rather... luminous, especially in the candlelight.
"I asked you a question, witch. Do you enjoy this arrangement? Do you enjoy having the bat of the dungeons powerless in your hands?"
All she could do was gape up at him. Aside from the disbelief of his commanding presence, how was she to respond? She still couldn't believe that he was up and moving. Because he was quite literally, "up" and moving...
"Professor, I swear... I just..." He spun her around, both of her small wrists clasped in one of his large, strong hands. His other hand found its way up to her mane of curls, grasping and pulling at her hair so that her head jerked back, exposing her neck to him.
"I'm far from your professor now, witch." He brought his lips down to her neck and brushed them teasingly against her flesh. A small moan escaped her lips, and she felt herself involuntarily arch her back against him. A deep, fearsome chuckle whispered across her skin, and she shivered.
"I feel a shift in power coming your way, Miss Granger."
He spun her around, pinning her back against the counter and tearing open her robe in one swift motion. She watched him as his eyes raked over her exposed breasts and torso, lingering on her lacy black knickers, drinking in the sight of her body. She reached her now freed hands tentatively up to his shoulders.
"I'm far from your student as well, Severus. You should call me Hermione."
His black eyes glittered ominously as he leaned forward, bringing his lips dangerously close to hers.
"Do you want me, Hermione?"
Her eyes fluttered closed as she breathed a soft affirmative to his question, being too distracted by the pale fingers running along the thin outline of her knickers to respond with words.
A low growl, and he pounced, capturing her lips with his in a flurry of desire and dominance. Hermione slinked her arms around his neck, toying with his raven hair while their tongues thrashed and crashed against each other. His hands kept moving along the skimpy material of her knickers, his fingers torturing her with their languid trails.
She broke the kiss with heaving gasps, reaching down to take off the offending garment, but Severus seemed to have other plans for her. Their eyes met, and Hermione finally understood what it meant to swoon.
He recaptured her mouth, constricting her wrists again with one hand and unceremoniously ripping the tender lace from her body with the other. She knew she was conquered, and she rather enjoyed the thought of it being at the hands of Severus Snape.
His fingers now buried in their destination, which was hot and wet with wanting, Hermione saw her chance to take off the clothes that still clung to him. She wanted to see him, to feel his bare flesh against hers as they twisted and writhed in their passion.
When she had undone but one single button, Severus stopped his explorations of her hot centre and glared daggers into her.
"I am in control, woman!"
And then her robe was gone. He spun her naked body around and plopped her belly down onto the counter, so that her arse was sticking up in the air and her feet were dangling just above the ground. As Hermione turned her head back in shock towards Severus, he dropped his trousers and slowly stroked his rather large cock.
"So long I've lain in that room, hearing you whine and cry over a stupid boy of no consequence." He gave her bottom a little smack, hard enough that she cried out, but soft enough that she did not break the connection their eyes had made.
"When I am done with you, my little pet, the only thing you will be crying out is my name!"
With an animalistic howl, he slammed into her tightness, again and again with absolutely no abandon. Hermione could feel a wet heat spreading all throughout her body as she dug her nails into the countertop and screamed out his name, trembling in her release.
***
A loud snore from the living room brought her back from the lovely depths of her desire.
She laughed softly to herself. She knew his re-entry into the Wizarding world would not be anything like her dreams, but it was always fun to fantasize. She merely wished that she would have a friend, that she would still have the conversationalist and companion that she procured in her mind. She was especially frightened of him simply sitting up and Obliviating her, but knew he would most likely sit up and chastise her.
She had come to rely upon his company over the months. She would talk to him all through the night, read to him from the vast variety of tomes they had unearthed, and just keep him company, as silly as it sounded. And that was all she really hoped for upon his revival, that companionship she felt remaining in tact. Of course, it would be nice to have a man as complex and domineering as Severus shag her senseless every night...
She smiled to herself as she wrapped her thin robe tightly around her body.
"I simply cannot wait for you to sit up and tell me what a meddlesome witch I am, Severus Tobias Snape."
***
Hermione finished her morning routine, she headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast for herself and her friends.
She saw that they were snuggled together on their bed, transfigured from the sofa. She assumed they would be quite ravenous after what sounded like an extremely vigorous romp, so she whipped up a few more eggs than usual, and seared up a few extra sausages. The smell alone should be enough to pull Harry from his slumber...
Just when Hermione began to think that Harry and Ginny were never going to buck up the courage to pop their heads out from under the covers, a flurry of red hair emerged.
"Do I smell eggs, dearest?" Ginny dropped her voice an octave and pursed her lips into her best mannish-grin. Hermione laughed gleefully, setting down her spatula and putting on a coy, girlish face. She loved these silly, funny little family games they played. Every time they took on different roles than the last, and Hermione supposed that she was the housewife today, which she felt suited her in the little apron Ginny had bought.
"Yes, darling!" she responded sweetly. "After last night, I though we both could use a hearty breakfast."
Harry took that opportunity to jump out from under the blanket, spreading his arms wide and opening his hands towards Ginny.
"Dada!"
They all erupted into laughter, Harry and Ginny falling all over each other, and Hermione clutching at her sides desperately.
"Come over here, Mother. I think I deserve a spanking!" At that, Hermione pulled a serious face, rolled up her sleeves, and ran over to the bed, jumping into the playful tickling and spanking that Ginny had began to administer. They laughed, tickled, and tackled each other until they all fell over onto the floor, stacked like hotcakes with Harry in the middle.
It was times like these that she realized how young they all were, and how much she truly loved her friends. She had never felt the kind of carefree camaraderie that she felt with Harry and Ginny at this point in her life, not even with Ron during their brief affair.
"You know," Harry began in a serious tone, "I know a hundred wizards who would kill to be the meat in a Ginny-Hermione sandwich..."
Ginny shared a knowing look with her, and they both reached for pillows at the same time, smothering Harry and laughing as he struggled to escape them.
When they finally let him go, he was gasping for air and rubbing his eyes as they towered over him, arms around each other's shoulders. He looked up at them and grimaced.
"You two are some cold slices of bread, you know."
Ginny snorted back laughter as Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Well, there's hot toast on the table! Get up and make yourself into a hot sandwich, you big slab of meat!"
***
Ginny poured the spring water she had collected that morning over Severus' head after she had administered his nourishment in the form of potions and checked to make sure the Waste Transference spell she had placed on him was still in working order. She then walked over to help Harry secure his wreath.
Hermione was staring at Severus as she took off her robe and hung the garlands around her neck. There was already an intense energy in the room, and she hadn't even unleashed the sacred soil from its chest. She knew when success was just within her reach, and she could almost touch it, it was so heavy in the air.
"I'll be cleaning and preparing some more flowers for you guys. Let me know if you need anymore help, yeah?" Ginny smiled as she walked out the door, turning around to close it behind her. "Good luck!"
Harry turned to face Hermione, drum and rattle ready to go. She closed her eyes briefly, pulling in a cleansing breath of air.
"Can you feel it, Harry?"
He smiled softly and nodded. "We should start. Who knows how long it will last."
He walked over to his side of the room and knealt down, instruments touching the ground. Hermione stood at the foot of Severus' bed, arms above her head.
"Itshevuma."
The lid of the stone chest rose into the air as Hermione used her wandless, non-verbal magic to distribute the sacred earth along every inch of the bedroom. Harry began to rub his rattle and drum with the red soil, eyes closed.
"Itshewa."
The lid fell back down to close the chest, reverberating sound and magic off of every inch of everything in the room. Hermione's center began to throb. The magic was so sensual, the power was so radiant... She focused all possible energy on herself, opening her eyes.
"Isinxelelumba. Isidlalumba."
Her hands suddenly glowed and surged with deep blue electricity. Slowly lowering herself onto her knees, eyes still closed, she brought her hands down to meet the cool, red earth that covered the wooden floor. As soon as her hands met the earth, a blue shock of light flashed over the room, and the magic caressing her hands became a deep forest green.
Hermione rose in an achingly slow fashion, running her glowing hands over her sweating body, creating long streaks of green magic across her exposed flesh. The lines expanded and met until she was standing with her arms above her head once again, and her entire body glowed and pulsated with that deep green.
This was the hardest part for Hermione. She had to hold her position, hold the magic in her, until Harry began the drumming. She could feel it caressing her completely, inside and out, and the incredible power that came along with it felt absolutely amazing.
A rattle shook to her right.
Hermione took a deep breath and arched her back.
"Emula ngaumphefumulo."
The dancing began as Harry set in motion a simple beat on his drum. She moved slowly, carefully towards Severus' still figure on the bed. She had no memories to project back into his mind, so she moved straight towards the revival of his senses.
"Ilumbodonsa umoya, Ilumbokhipha umoya. Ilumbodonsa umoya, Ilumbokhipha umoya."
She was controlling Severus' breathing, forcing him to breathe in and out on her commands. Long spirals of green energy were going into Severus through his nostrils, and Hermione's hips began to sway with a more purposeful pace as she came toward him.
She said a silent prayer for Harry, hoping he could cope with the intensity of the intricate beats.
"Ngedwazwa."
This was as far as they had ever gotten before. Severus' ears glowed green and remained so as Hermione and Harry continued with the ritual. She could feel her body begin to ache with desire. The ritual was laced with sexuality, and it was very hard to suppress the need it awoke inside her. She supposed that was why Harry practically ran straight into Ginny's vagina after a long day of attempting the ritual.
She was beside the pale man now, still gyrating, and she brushed one hand first across his lips and then along the bridge of his nose.
"Ngedwanambitha, Iphunga ngedwa."
His lips and nose glowed that same green, and she became even more confident than she had been before. It was really working, just as they had planned! She just had a little farther to go...
She felt him out with her magica and focused on opening a connection between them, between their minds.
"Ngedwabona."
She opened her eyes, preparing herself for the sight she was about to witness. She knew that at this point in the ritual, his eyes should open and meet hers, but all of the tomes that she read stressed the point that he would be unfocused at best.
The magic scoured his heavy eyelids, and for a moment she was unsure if it was going to work. But when he opened his eyes, he was staring directly at her, rebounding her connection with him back onto her.
Harry was still diligently beating his drum and shaking his rattle, his back to her and Severus. Was he coherent? Did he see her? The books never spoke of this situation, she was totally unsure how to react.
Keep it up, girl... There was no mistaking the deep, resounding voice that rang in her mind.
And with that, Hermione fainted.
A/N: All of the spoken spells in bold are phrases that I entered into a Zulu translation website, listed below. I know that they are far from grammatically correct in the African language, but I liked the way they looked in the rough translation.
Also, I tried to give you all a bit of smut before his snarkiness woke up, I hope it was sufficient to tide you over :D.
SO what will happen now? Muahaha... I might make you all wait a few days to see! Chapter Five is half way through, but I'll give you a little hint. A weasel and a ferret come to see a snake...
Here are the translations:
Itshevuma- Stone rise like sun.
Itshewa- Fallen stone.
Isinxelelumba. Isidlalumba- Right hand do magic, left hand do magic.
Emula ngaumphefumulo- Begin with breath.
Ilumbodonsa umoya, Ilumbokhipha umoya.- Breathe in magic, breathe out magic.
Ngedwazwa- Hear me alone.
Ngedwanambitha, Iphunga ngedwa- Taste me alone, smell me alone.
Ngedwabona- See me alone.
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Quite an auspicious beginning chapters. The humor has been quite enjoyable.
hoooweeee! awake at last! more, please and thank you!
LOL I love that Hermione would pass out at the point of imminent success, but I do realize that what they are doing is incredilby taxing. I can't wait to see what happens next .:D
I love using Severus just hearing to describe the scene and set the mood and I really love that last line. LOL Oh how will she feel when she realizes she did partially succeed.
Well written argument with Ron. This is something I really see happening between the two of them. They just aren't meant to be. And I love that Ginny found the two of them passed out on each other nearly nude. LOL Nice touch. And Severus has his hearing back. <eg> Poor Hermione.
Oh, poor Severus. I love how the whole scenario is unfolding. The shock of him figuring out it's Hermione. LOL
What an interesting choice of language to use. It definitely fits the vibe of the story and the ritual.
eeek! She fainted, does that mean she has to start again??
Hermione's outburst at the end of the chapter is hilarious , well done you!
Nice to have the different POV, now on to find out what Severus thinks of what he has heard.
"its all in the hips" ? what are they doing, the samba?? LOL
SHE FAINTED!! She was so close to awakening him! Gads.I loved the morning routine with Ginny and Harry. Too bad Ron's a prat and ditched out. oh, well
There is no way you can keep us waiting for too long! *Bats eyelashes becomingly*This was a fabulous chapter with Hermione's little fantasy in the middle! I wonder what exactly went wrong with Ron and Hermione, and will Severus remember everything that happened while he was in his coma when he wakes up?
great chapter. evil cliffie! i will try to amuse myself until the next by imagining exactly how his snarkiness would respond, if he could speak, to hermione fainting when he specifically told her to 'keep it up.'
Anonymous
Aaarhg! What an evil cliffhanger! *tears hair out* HOW can you do that to us? :D
Great chapter, interesting development. Some things are getting clearer, and the Zulu magic part is really fascinating. But please, please, don't let us steam too long with an update *lol*
I can't beleive I missed this until chapter four! A little comedy, a little angst, a little smut :D I love it!
ooo now that is an evil cliffy! More! Irish
Yay! I love that little mind connection they had at the end. And, although I"m not an RW/HG fan, I thought the flashback moment they shared after the funerals was very touching and sensual, showing that Hemrione could have a connection with Ron, and that she could truly see him as "the one" - something I never really thought possible even reading canon.
I am so impatient! I can't wait for Severus to wake up! Great chapter, the angst and desire, and loneliness- very moving.Livvy
no, no, noooooooo!!!! he told her to Keep it up, girl - he didn't tell her to faint! wake up and go back to work, Hermione....thank you for the new chapter!
A most excellent chapter! You really left us hanging here! I eagerly look forward to updates!
Anonymous
So they succeeded and he did get his memories and his hearing back. That's quite something. With this, even some kind of worthwile existence is believable.. though hearing Harry and Ginny having a go at it wouldn't be a hearing experience I would have liked to witness in that situation, too *giggle*
Can't wait t read on!
Author's Response: Thank you again! Chapter 4 is up, I hope you like it!
Anonymous
On the one hand, it seems unrealistic, a Hermione falling in love with a Snape who's unable to entice her with anything typical for his character - be it intelligence, knowledge or academic mind... but on the other hand, falling in love with someone you care so deeply for is rather easy.
Seeing Ron this way is not entirely my cup of tea, but you made it very plausible that he would react this way.
Great new chapter!
Author's Response: Thank you for your praise as well as your crit! But just to clarify one thing, Hermione didn't say "I love you" to Sev. She actually called him "love" and then made reference to being a silly schoolgirl. I was trying to imply that perhaps she had crushed on him a bit before, and that she really did care about him enough to give him a pet name in her head. And I am glad that you could appreciate Ron in this situation although you didn't particularly like him. Happy reading, thanks so much for reviewing! <3
Anonymous
Now these are two really inventive ideas - occlumency-induced-coma and the way to get Snape out of it... really interesting start, I'm eager to see how you go on!
Author's Response: Yeah, this prompt seemed like it would be much fun to play with, I'm glad you enjoyed it, thank you so much for reviewing! :D
What a wonderful start to this story. I love the plot you have devised, and the different approach you have taken to this prompt.
And I love that Ron got his. The jerk.
Response from potionmastersmistress (Author of Revival)
Thanks so much! I was hoping my take on it would be well received!
And yes, I could only see Ron and Hermione ending as messily as they started :D (he makes a jerky little appearance in chapter five... humor will ensue!)