LITTLE MISS MARY, Part Twenty-Eight
And so we continue bravely on... (I literally should have finished LMM years ago. *sigh*)
As I'll be cross-posting this to Deleterius, let me tack on mild explanations.
Random comments of "EYEBALLS!" are from C!Syaoran, who... er... has a taste for eyeballs.
Elbe is in charge of misused punctuation.
Ariana Dumbledore may make the occasional odd comment.
The husky tones made my heart soar and I loved hearing him make love to me with his voice.
I've heard fans say jokingly that Alan Rickman's voice makes them orgasm, but that's going a bit too far.
"My beautiful boy soon to be beautiful girl, I'll be the envy of everyone we meet to have such a lovely niece."
I preened a little. I liked getting compliments and pretending to be a five-year-old girl. Maybe that made me odd, I'm sure Ron would think so
Yeeeeeeeah, the issue is that the author insists this is slash, so you're not honestly being transgender, you're just being a fetishized weak boy-girl-thing with the mind of a child and the sex drive of Anita Blake.
but I had decided not to let anybody make me into a person they thought I should be.
(Author) If you don't think Harry being lobotomized and sexually groomed by Snape is beautiful and heart-warming, you're just intolerant!!1
Sev loved me just the way I was
He dressed you up according to his fetish, took you in when you were traumatized and endangered, and shaped you for the entire summer. Forgive me if I think there may be ulterior motives as to why he "loves" you now.
and he'd given me the chance to find what I like to do. Through an amazing coincidence, that happened to be exactly what he wanted me to do. And wearing dresses for a part of every year, No, no, little comma, don't go wandering into badfic... made me happier than I'd ever been.
Someday I was going to have to explain it to Sirius and Remus
(Canon!Sirius) What a coincidence, it's a full moon. I think I'll finish what I started back in school. Yoo-hoo, Snivellus! Meet us at the Shrieking Shack!
(Pod!Snape) 8B Yay, we're all sex-addicted friends! *walks right into the jaws of a werewolf*
(Hermione) Wait, doesn't he take Wolfsbane these days?
(Werewolf!Remus) *chewing on Pod!Snape* *wonders why Hermione thinks that makes any difference under these circumstances*
but for now, I was free for another whole summer to indulge in my passions. And my favorite passion was beginning to pant under my tongue.
His PRICK is panting under your tongue?!
I could draw it out but I knew we needed to go pick up our car. So I began to hum and suck at the same time.
Well, this Harry always sucks, so that's not surprising.
Finally he groaned and I felt the first spurts of his tasty come
I hear it tastes like paste. Salty paste. Yeah, really tasty, all right.
hit the back of my throat.
I watched him relax back onto the rumpled bed with a smile and I took my time licking him clean. Now he'd fit in those jeans of his. Letting him drop from my mouth,
(Snape) *crashes into floor*
I tucked him away and zipped him back up.
No matter how much it seems to have a mind of its own, that dangling bit of flesh really doesn't have a gender.
Then I left our bed and picked up the lacy bra I liked the best. It was slightly padded so I had a little more shape under my blouse. Slipping it on, I reached behind to fasten the two hooks.
Yes, we're all dying to hear these details. Omit excess words.
Oh, screw it. This part of the fic is so mind-bogglingly boring that I'm snipping. I can't even be that indignant - it has no content to be indignant about!
{Snip author going on about Harry's crossdressing}
"Beautiful Mary," Sev was off the bed and hugging me close. "I never cease to be amazed at how easily you transform into a feminine temptress with the mind of a five-year-old. You're beautiful, my little princess."
"Thank you, Uncle John," I looked up through my eyelashes and laid a hand on his chest. A small spell and my nails took on a slight sheen of pearl pink polish. "I hope I can tempt you to drive us home quickly. I think I need you to start my exercises on my nipples again." I scratched the fabric under my fingers and felt his nipples peak beneath his shirt.
"And I have an early birthday present for my little princess, a great big one with your name on it." His low voice vibrated through my skin and made me break out in a light sweat. "My nose."
"Oh yes," my breath was short and his mouth stole it away completely. We kissed for a long moment while arousal tingled through me.
Then he pulled away just a little and took a deep breath. "We leave now and I push the speed limit all the way to York."
Or you could just Apparate, but that's mere canon.
I nodded and quickly brushed my new long curls before gathering up my two bags while he checked the room to make sure we hadn't left anything behind.
We totally need to know all these details, guys!
Then we were on the cobbled Lincoln street, catching a cab to take us to the garage where he kept his car during the school year. Our luggage was stowed in the boot and then we were off. The moment we left the London traffic, he took my hand and brought it to his lips to kiss.
"Sweet kitten, a new adventure awaits us." His eyes flashed my way for a moment while my stomach tingled. EYEBALLS! "I think I shall take you to the basement first thing so we can enforce the wards and let them welcome us home."
My panties grew damp
His panties grew damp? He's a boy! He's going to get an erection, not get wet!
and I moaned a little. "Yes, please, I'd like that above all things. You can just lift my skirts, peel down my tights and panties and slide inside of me slowly. I'll be really tight because it's been days since you fucked me.
Since Snape is SOOOOO big, you two have sex every chance you get, and you had to specially stretch your arse even to take him the first time, I find it highly unlikely you'll be "really tight" ever again. And if you really do shrink down when not screwed, then you won't be able to fit him. I'm not sure why I'm trying to use logic on a PWP, but I suppose you can put it down to insanity.
You'll be big and hot and it will ache like it did when you first took me there. The wards will light the whole room and all the elements will surge through us in turn."
"I'll move slowly so I don't hurt you any more than necessary but you'll be back at virginHYPHENtight levels so it will be hard. I'll want to thrust in eagerly, feeling your velvet soft walls clutch at me COMMA! but I won't want to tear your delicate skin. Your cock-A-DOODLE-DOO! will be spraying the altar to Bad Porn with your come and it will glow so brightly we'll have to close our eyes."
Oh, let me assure you, Snape, all of us want to close our eyes to this fic.
His fingers held mine close and I edged over to lay my head on his shoulder.
"But you won't be able to keep slow because you know how much I want you to take me hard and make me feel your giant cock in my throat.
...You want to feel his cock in your THROAT while he's taking you up the arse? Dear gad, how would that even work?
I'll be moaning your name over and over until with one last thrust, you'll flood me with your hot come until I'm full of your seed." I drew a shaky breath and clutched his hand to my chest so I could drop a kiss on it. "And I'll make the same wish I do every time you're inside me. I'll wish for Voldemort to be gone so we can make a baby at the same time we make love."
Technically, you wouldn't be conceiving at the same time you're having sex, so that's inaccurate unless he's bending you over a cauldron and you're brewing some sort of baby-producing potion at the same time that you're having sex...
...Oh, why do I even try?
********* Severus *********
"Sweetheart, your generous heart humbles me." I risked another look since traffic was lighter now that we were out of the city. "I thought Poppy's memories were pretty graphic."
"Pretty graphic". Yes, this is pitch-perfect Severus Snape dialogue, it is. (Okay, this is a little late to be noting it, but I'm peevish tonight.)
"They were and I know there will be blood and a lot of pain. COMMA! NOT PERIOD!" Hhe said quietly, settling our clasped hands into his lap. "But there's the joy, too. The fun of creating the baby,
You know, you can enjoy that without major risk of pregnancy. Ever hear of contraception?
the changes in my body COMMA!
Oh, I've heard pregnant women really enjoy being swollen, tired, nauseated, and possibly dippy! Yes, that's incredibly enjoyable!
and the moment you first feel them IT move.
Don't get me wrong, I like characters getting pregnant and I'm almost always glad to see characters have kids, but if the author writes it badly, I can't enjoy it all that much because I'm too busy gagging at the rote recitation of sappy cliches, gritting my teeth over the incessant whining and wangst on the part of the pregnant character, and knowing that the baby will be nothing more than a cutesy accessory to the pairing of the author's choice.
I want to experience it all and I want to do it as soon as we can. I know there's school to get through but the OWLS are done
Hello, ever heard of the NEWTS?
and now I can concentrate more on what I need to learn to fight and win against him."
You know, there are more reasons to fight Voldemort than making sure it's safe for you to get preggers.
Like people undoubtedly being killed by him. Like, since Voldemort isn't waiting until he has the prophecy in hand or generously allowing the teenage-drama plots and the Pensieve-sessions to end before any of his forces attack, as in canon, his terrorizing the Wizarding World. While you were literally fucking around all summer, he was probably sending his Death Eaters to assassinate or cow opponents, recruit supporters, and put important figures under the Imperius. The fate of England is at stake, and all you can think about is having a BAAAAAAAAAAAAABY.
Forgive me my rant there. I got a bit irked.
"My fierce kitten,
Can we dump a dog into this fic?
I'm more pleased than words can say." I rubbed my thumb across his fingers. "The more I think about it, the more I want to see what our children will be like. With you as their mother, they are sure to be bright dimwitted and full of an older man's semen laughter."
*dodges bricks*
He beamed at me. "And they'll be intelligent fetishized like their father. Do you mind if we have lots?"
A slight frission frisson went up my spine. "Define 'lots' for me."
His grin was more Harry than Mary. "I think six is a nice round number."
Dear gods, we were going to be overrun with babies. Clearing my throat, I cast him another look. "I see. Six is quite a large number, sweetheart. Are you sure you want that many?"
("Mary") Of course! I'll be darned if I actually think about how stressful that might be, but *giggle* babies are so cute! The toll that might take on my girlish figure? The strain it might put on our oh-so-perfect relationship? Actually taking care of them as they grow up? Well, gee, I'm just a little girl. *giggle* Sev should think of all those things for me. Tee-hee!
He nodded. "I want a big, noisy family. The oldest will be big enough to help me around the house while the youngest is still a baby. And you never know but twins might show up. I think it would be fun to have two the same age."
"Well," I gulped hard and squeezed his hand. "If that's what you want then that's what we will do. However, I insist on two years between pregnancies. I don't want you to put your body under too much strain. Being a male and being pregnant is a huge stress on you.
Out of curiosity, as long as Harry's going to go through a major organ-adding ritual, why can't he have his body modified to reduce the stress of being pregnant with a body not initially designed to carry children? I'm honestly curious.
I won't have you hurting yourself.
What about hurting your readers' brains?
Remember our children will have lots of friends
What makes you think that? Children don't necessarily have many friends.
and they'll be over, too. Noisy will be our perpetual state, I fear."
He brought our clasped hands to his lips and kissed each of my fingers. "I know . . . they will . . . but I want . . . our own . . . babies, too. I love you so much."
And my heart melted and oozed onto the floor . "I love you more each day, Harry. Never forget that when we get so busy we forget to say it to each other."
"Every day, Sev, we will say it every day. I could never forget that."
You say it with about as much enthusiasm as Edward Cullen has when he tells Bella that she is a wonderful person. In other words, just get back to building ships in bottles and spare us the Xeroxed sap.
He nodded sharply, reminding me of Minerva's mannerisms. "May we stop for lunch somewhere new?"
There were so many things I wanted to share with him and each one reminded me of how isolated he'd been all his life.
Oh Merlin, you mean the author is going to detail even MORE irrelevant stuff with exquisite precision? Heavens, where's an editor when you need one?
"I have a restaurant I like to stop at when I'm book shopping. It's a combination tea shop and book store. Two elderly sisters own and run it. They are charming ladies who cook like angels. Even the random tea-shop owners are Perfectly Perfect, I see. *gags* Their menu is simple, what ever they felt like cooking that day is what you can order."
He beamed at me. "I like it. What kind of bookstore is it?"
"Mainly cooking, gardening, architecture, landscaping COMMA! and home decorating," I answered. "I was thinking we could look for some books to give us ideas for the front garden. It's pretty plain compared to some of our neighbors."
Please, author, just buy The Sims 2. Spare us your home-making fantasies.
"Mrs. Tyler would appreciate it, I'm sure." He chuckled and leaned a little harder into my arm. "She was making noises about finding some hardy roses for you."
"True, little love," I laughed with him. "I tend to neglect the outdoors in favor of the 'in'."
Does that mean we can set up gear to blow up your home and you won't notice?
"We'll work on the garden before we start to travel." His eyes watched the road ahead of us. "Mrs. Tyler will water if needed while we're away. I can hardly wait to see the ocean."
Still one more thing he'd never seen, I thought sadly only to have his giggle echo through my thoughts. It made me smile and brightened my mood in an instant. Our closeness was a true blessing and one I depended on daily. Without him, I was nothing but a sour old man. With him, I was a creepy old pseudo-child molester.
//Never old, Sev// he thought sweetly. //I depend on you to watch me and make sure I'm doing the right thing. You're the rock upon which I'm building my future. I'd have failed a dozen times if you hadn't been there to protect me or take the punishment I should have received//
You know, that's a pretty significant statement, coming from Harry. It would be nice if fluff-ficcers spent more time exploring his emotions about admitting that. I don't mean that sarcastically - I would like to see that.
And no, not in a "Sev spews rainbows!" way. I'd like to see that without the author making it into a Snape-praise festival. *hastily tacks up said disclaimer*
//You didn't deserve some of those punishments, Harry//
(Canon!Snape) Just the vast majority of them.
I watched the traffic and kept my speed just at the legal limit. //I hope to keep you from pain for the rest of our lives//
At this point, he could be saying "I am a rainbow pink-striped monkey dancer!" and I would find it more touching than this tripe.
His smile was sweet and mysterious. //Not all pain is bad, my Sev//
No! No! Not the bad BDSM! Please, anything but that!
He stroked his stomach, smoothing the material down then up a little so he showed a bit more thigh. //Our babies will grow and stretch my body really painfully when they're born.
Cesarean sections for the MPreg win.
But they'll be worth every single moment//
//Sweetheart// I had no words to tell him how very brave I thought he was
Him and every other woman who wants to have kids.
but he seemed to catch all I felt, blushing and laying his head against my shoulder.
{Snip - They arrive home.}
We put on all the proper lights in both our bedrooms and the bathroom then turned them off before making our way down to the sacred altar of the Weeping Cock in the sub-basement. The wards blazed to brilliant light around us and promptly scorched us to death. The readers rejoiced. they welcomed us with a peal of chimes that resounded through our very bones. Harry swayed towards the altar with an almost feline stretch
Yeah, you have a cat fetish. We get it.
while I bowed to it with a reverence I'd rarely felt before. All was going according to the scenario. The sporker was sick to death of the fic.
Slowly we undressed each other. Unlike our fantasy, everything seemed in slow motion where every touch held a sacred significance beyond our ken.
D8 Oh gad, Christopher Paolini's spiritual creepy old aunt is writing this! Batten down the hatches! The hairless groins are swooping in for an assault!
Harry stretched out on the altar as he had that first time I took him completely. The lubricant we'd left there was still as fresh as the day we'd brought it down. I spared a stray thought on the preserving capabilities of plot convenience the wards before losing myself in the wonder that was my lover.
Sliding into his depths is still cause for me to pause and marvel at the beauty of his heart and soul.
First of all, RANDOM TENSE CHANGE AHOY!
Second of all, you know, screwing someone up the arse and seeing the beauty of his heart and soul don't have much to do with each other. They really don't. O_<
He took me in completely and sighed, "Oh no, someone fell into my Arse of Doom again. I wonder if Draco's up for some bumsex." we merged into one being FUSION... DANCE... HAAAAAAAAAAAA!
*runs from any Dragonball Z fans*
while I stroked in and out of him as slowly as I could manage. He blazed like the sun at full noon and
- began to sizzle -
his little cries of pleasure were sweeter than the bells chiming around us. Hot . . . tight . . . supple . . . yielding . . . delirious pleasure multiplying into something too big for mere human flesh to bear. Harry promptly exploded and Snape, cursing, swore to get more durable blow-up dolls.
He cried out, his seed splashing out and hitting the stone upon which he lay. The pulsing rhythms of his English channel drew my own climax out and into his depths with a low moan. *SLURP* *MOAN* We rested for a long moment while the light gradually died to manageable levels. I was as tired as if I'd been chased by my fellow Death Eaters through the Forbidden Forest, pinned to the ground, and mounted by Suethors.
"Wow, that was . . . intense." Harry panted. "It felt like all the wards as far away as Hogwarts climaxed with us."
I chuckled at the thought of orgasmic wards.
Rule 34, HP Edition: Anything can and will orgasm. Including inanimate magical constructs.
"I'd love to be a mouse in the corner at Hogwarts when Albus felt that. They probably heard him calling out Grindelwald's name all the way over in Hogsmeade."
Harry's eyes widened. "You don't think he did? Really?"
"I think he's connected to the wards there as all Headmasters and Headmistresses have been over the centuries." I slowly pulled him up into my arms and off the hard stone. That separated us and we both bit our lips at the loss. My come dripped onto the surface from his small hole and the wards flashed brightly once again. I'd hate to think what would happen if that thing collided with a sperm bank.
Harry giggled and looped his arms tighter around my neck. "Maybe he felt that one, too? I kind of like the idea that all the ley lines we've linked to, Flee, comma, flee! D: got to experience our pleasure. It's sure to make the other lines we haven't gotten to yet to want to join in."
They're NOT LIVING BEINGS! They can't experience pleasure!
"One look at you, my brave and beautiful angel,
This Harry is about as brave as Shinji Ikari.
would make any ley line want to become your slave. COMMA!" I told him solemnly to provoke his giggles.
He stuck out his tongue at me and I paused on the stone steps to suck it into my mouth for another taste of Mrs. Tyler's shepherds pie flavored with the special-Harry spice
Ground-up Stus make good spices?
only I get to enjoy.
Saliva tastes good?
But kissing on stairways was dangerous and I wanted to soak away the last school year with my sweetheart while Voldemort made the Wizarding world into a living hell - but hey, who cares about that? so I continued up to the bathroom where a steaming tub awaited.
{snip trivialities}
********* Harry *********
The three weeks went by so fast
I am profoundly thankful the author spared us three weeks of trivial details and constant sex.
it was frightening but I wasn't too sad to leave our cozy home since our first stop was the ocean and a ley line in the tiny coastal town of St. Bees.
Run-on sentences ahoy!
The bed and breakfast we stayed at was great fun although we had to be really careful of our touches. I was definitely Mary although we told them I was 14 already.
What the heck do the two parts of that sentence have to do with each other?
Another month and Harry would be 16 and legal in every sense of the word. Not a legal adult, though.
I was looking forward to that, although we'd have to be careful still. At least it wouldn't involve Poppy, Minerva COMMA! and Dumbledore in lying and looking the other way. I realized that the laws were there to protect innocent students from unscrupulous adults but I wasn't innocent and Sev was unscrupulous.
BAHAHAHA! Left out a "n't" there, author?
And many abuse victims don't think of what happened to them as abuse at first...
//You'll always be innocence personified to me, sweetheart// Sev caught my hand up in his to 'help'
What's with the quotation marks?
me over the stile to the beach beyond. //And I'm afraid I didn't think more than twice about giving into your beautiful temptation//
I giggled and smiled up at him. "Dear Uncle John, you're the only one who sees me as beautiful. Why I'm still flat as a board and not at all feminine."
So he's into little girls instead of ones that have hit puberty. You're not helping, author.
"Sweet Mary, you're my own little angel come to tempt me into playing this summer when I should be working hard in the studio." He led me down the grassy path but stopped me just before we got to the cliff. "Close your eyes, sweetheart and don't open them until I say."
"Yes, Sir," I obediently shut my eyes and he chuckled, leading me forward to the sounds of crashing thunder.
Eh? Is this during a thunderstorm?
"Good girl, now open them." I felt him behind me and I leaned back confidently, knowing he'd protect me. Then I opened my eyes and felt my mouth drop open in astonishment.
The ocean was huge and loud and moving in and out furiously from the bay below us, taking it hard and fast -.
...I am so sorry.
Waves crashed, almost exploding onto the sharp jagged rocks on the shore. This was no calm beach where mothers might bring their children to play in the water. This shore belonged to the sea itself.
"It's one of the most dangerous bits of shore line along this coast." Severus' voice almost startled me as he bent to speak directly into my ear. "I think part of the ley line nodes is here because of the strong energies focused right along this same line. There is a convergence of several different kinds of energies that make it particularly powerful. Once we add them to our grid, we'll take most of the coast from here north to Inverness and south to Chester."
If this was so easy, wouldn't Voldemort or Dumbledore have already taken them over?
"Wow, that will save a lot of time on our part." I held his big hand in both of mine, right between my breasts. Suddenly I wanted him again even though we'd sucked each other off in our room at the B&B. The never-ceasing emptiness of my DoomArse made me ache and I knew he'd felt it when he dropped a kiss onto my windblown curls.
//The new moon is tonight so we'll find the ley line node now and then return in the dark// He spoke inside my mind so no one could overhear.
We had to be really careful but we hadn't slipped up once and we wouldn't start now. Our whole future depended on our being discreet until we were safe. I held his hand close and took another long look at the ocean surging beneath us. Tonight, I was going to be like the shore line while Severus was the wave coming in to possess me.
D: D: D: It was a joke! Dear gad, I was JOKING! DDDDDD:
All his power and strength would be mine.
But he'd be safe within my shore. I would accept all of him, gathering him into my depths where he could rest safe and sound.
*buries face in hands* This is what I get for making a sex joke in this fic. I was asking for it, yes, I was asking for it...
I could hardly wait. The old maps we'd found in the library were a bit vague so we wandered the cobblestone streets of St. Bees
Bees? In my saints? It's more likely than you think.
feeling our way with our psychic sensors set to ward detection.
The Headmaster had asked me to describe what the wards felt like to me but I didn't have the right words. They were a combination of at least four senses - light for my eyes, chimes to my ears, warmth to the touch COMMA! and the scent of fresh green growing things. Even the wards are Mary-Sues. JOY. Sev said it was the same for him but then the Headmaster told us our auras had grown so close he could no longer tell one from the other. He had also told us that he couldn't make out anything more than an inch from his face after he lost his glasses during a conjugal visit to Nurmengard. I didn't want to ask too much about that one.
I really liked that idea and just thinking about it made me smile. I was still my own person, with my own thoughts and hopes and wishes.
*looks back at Harry losing all interest in Quidditch, becoming interested in schoolwork, falling for Snape, acquiring the mind of a particularly helpless five-year-old girl, and only caring about defeating Voldemort so he can have babies* Uh, he is?
But I was also part of a couple with shared goals and desires. I was the luckiest person in the whole world to have found the other half of my soul.
SOUUUUULMATES!
*is petty* Weeeeeeell, then, let's have a post-series announcement by the author that Snape never really cared about Harry and was just using his dopey infatuation. In this fic, I could believe that was the truth.
Sirius and Remus told me over and over how much my parents loved each other and me, too.
That just made me even more determined to have children with Sev who would be that loved by parents who were murdered before their child[ren]'s second birthday, too. I'd take the pleasure of conception and the pain of labor and all the miscellaneous symptoms in-between. Nothing ever worth having wasn't also worth a little hardship. Although, if the memories in Poppy's pensieve were half-way true, there was WERE going to be high levels of pain on my part. But even more on the readers' parts.
"Mary, why don't we take a breather here so I can do a quick sketch or two?" Severus nodded to a pair of old ladies walking slowly by us. They'd have some good gossip to pass on at the tea room about the 'artist and his molested niece'.
"That sounds like a splendid idea, Uncle John." I smiled at them and bowed my head to them and felt their pleasure at my good manners.
You're not an empath, moron. Please STHU.
"Oh, what a pretty grotto is blooming here."
The feel of latent power slumbering in the sunshine was present here in the little garden set next to a halfHYPHEN!fallenHYPHEN!down memorial to some battle or other. Upon closer inspection, I saw it depicted a tribe of red-haired wizards and witches waging war against sparkly, overly-perfect people. I had a sudden urge to get out of this place as soon as possible. The node was close by. Uncle John wandered one way while I took the opposite path so we'd meet somewhere near the plinth. An old Celtic cross had been erected sometime almost seven hundred years ago and its ghost was still there to my inner eye.
Oh, gad, now he thinks he's Trelawney.
Uncle John met me there and nodded approvingly. "This will make a lovely sketch of forgotten valor memorialized in stone. It feels nice here, doesn't it, sweetheart?"
"Oh, yes, could we eat our lunch here, Uncle John? I'm sure the tea room would make us up some sandwiches."
"Eat on the nice hard ground instead of the nice soft cushions, kitten?" He teased me and I pouted just a little. He gave in as he always did and we walked over to get our sandwiches and perhaps a little history about the memorial.
I could hardly wait until nightfall so we could return, set up a protection dome COMMA! and feed the node with our loving passion. Alternatively, we could sacrifice Harlequin Romances to it, but that was less fun. If we added this ley line to our pattern, we'd be well on our way to finishing this project.
//And finishing Voldemort and his minions, too// Sev's thoughts joined mine. //That can not come too soon, kitten//
Mrs. Weasley? Thank you. *takes Capslock of Rage*
//I know, my Sev. I want our lives back and I want our future to start//
WHAT ABOUT THE WIZARDING WORLD, FUCKERS?!
I swung his hand in mine while we walked down the small street to the tea room.
Thank you again, Mrs. Weasley. *hands back Capslock of Rage*
//Our future is as bright as that sun above us, little princess// His thoughts were happy.
I was ready for anything, I decided. But mostly I was ready for some cold lemon squash.
Credit where credit is due, that's a semi-amusing line.
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The end of part two
FINALLY!
By the way, this was the most boring chapter, I recall. Chapter 3 has more action, both of the bad sex kind and story-progression kind, and Chapter 4 gives us the mangling of other pairings in addition to more bad sex. Hooray!
...You can tell I've acquired a severe aversion to pointless padding when I say "Hooray!" about more horrible sex. DX
As I'll be cross-posting this to Deleterius, let me tack on mild explanations.
Random comments of "EYEBALLS!" are from C!Syaoran, who... er... has a taste for eyeballs.
Elbe is in charge of misused punctuation.
Ariana Dumbledore may make the occasional odd comment.
The husky tones made my heart soar and I loved hearing him make love to me with his voice.
I've heard fans say jokingly that Alan Rickman's voice makes them orgasm, but that's going a bit too far.
"My beautiful boy soon to be beautiful girl, I'll be the envy of everyone we meet to have such a lovely niece."
I preened a little. I liked getting compliments and pretending to be a five-year-old girl. Maybe that made me odd, I'm sure Ron would think so
Yeeeeeeeah, the issue is that the author insists this is slash, so you're not honestly being transgender, you're just being a fetishized weak boy-girl-thing with the mind of a child and the sex drive of Anita Blake.
but I had decided not to let anybody make me into a person they thought I should be.
(Author) If you don't think Harry being lobotomized and sexually groomed by Snape is beautiful and heart-warming, you're just intolerant!!1
Sev loved me just the way I was
He dressed you up according to his fetish, took you in when you were traumatized and endangered, and shaped you for the entire summer. Forgive me if I think there may be ulterior motives as to why he "loves" you now.
and he'd given me the chance to find what I like to do. Through an amazing coincidence, that happened to be exactly what he wanted me to do. And wearing dresses for a part of every year, No, no, little comma, don't go wandering into badfic... made me happier than I'd ever been.
Someday I was going to have to explain it to Sirius and Remus
(Canon!Sirius) What a coincidence, it's a full moon. I think I'll finish what I started back in school. Yoo-hoo, Snivellus! Meet us at the Shrieking Shack!
(Pod!Snape) 8B Yay, we're all sex-addicted friends! *walks right into the jaws of a werewolf*
(Hermione) Wait, doesn't he take Wolfsbane these days?
(Werewolf!Remus) *chewing on Pod!Snape* *wonders why Hermione thinks that makes any difference under these circumstances*
but for now, I was free for another whole summer to indulge in my passions. And my favorite passion was beginning to pant under my tongue.
His PRICK is panting under your tongue?!
I could draw it out but I knew we needed to go pick up our car. So I began to hum and suck at the same time.
Well, this Harry always sucks, so that's not surprising.
Finally he groaned and I felt the first spurts of his tasty come
I hear it tastes like paste. Salty paste. Yeah, really tasty, all right.
hit the back of my throat.
I watched him relax back onto the rumpled bed with a smile and I took my time licking him clean. Now he'd fit in those jeans of his. Letting him drop from my mouth,
(Snape) *crashes into floor*
I tucked him away and zipped him back up.
No matter how much it seems to have a mind of its own, that dangling bit of flesh really doesn't have a gender.
Then I left our bed and picked up the lacy bra I liked the best. It was slightly padded so I had a little more shape under my blouse. Slipping it on, I reached behind to fasten the two hooks.
Yes, we're all dying to hear these details. Omit excess words.
Oh, screw it. This part of the fic is so mind-bogglingly boring that I'm snipping. I can't even be that indignant - it has no content to be indignant about!
{Snip author going on about Harry's crossdressing}
"Beautiful Mary," Sev was off the bed and hugging me close. "I never cease to be amazed at how easily you transform into a feminine temptress with the mind of a five-year-old. You're beautiful, my little princess."
"Thank you, Uncle John," I looked up through my eyelashes and laid a hand on his chest. A small spell and my nails took on a slight sheen of pearl pink polish. "I hope I can tempt you to drive us home quickly. I think I need you to start my exercises on my nipples again." I scratched the fabric under my fingers and felt his nipples peak beneath his shirt.
"And I have an early birthday present for my little princess, a great big one with your name on it." His low voice vibrated through my skin and made me break out in a light sweat. "My nose."
"Oh yes," my breath was short and his mouth stole it away completely. We kissed for a long moment while arousal tingled through me.
Then he pulled away just a little and took a deep breath. "We leave now and I push the speed limit all the way to York."
Or you could just Apparate, but that's mere canon.
I nodded and quickly brushed my new long curls before gathering up my two bags while he checked the room to make sure we hadn't left anything behind.
We totally need to know all these details, guys!
Then we were on the cobbled Lincoln street, catching a cab to take us to the garage where he kept his car during the school year. Our luggage was stowed in the boot and then we were off. The moment we left the London traffic, he took my hand and brought it to his lips to kiss.
"Sweet kitten, a new adventure awaits us." His eyes flashed my way for a moment while my stomach tingled. EYEBALLS! "I think I shall take you to the basement first thing so we can enforce the wards and let them welcome us home."
My panties grew damp
His panties grew damp? He's a boy! He's going to get an erection, not get wet!
and I moaned a little. "Yes, please, I'd like that above all things. You can just lift my skirts, peel down my tights and panties and slide inside of me slowly. I'll be really tight because it's been days since you fucked me.
Since Snape is SOOOOO big, you two have sex every chance you get, and you had to specially stretch your arse even to take him the first time, I find it highly unlikely you'll be "really tight" ever again. And if you really do shrink down when not screwed, then you won't be able to fit him. I'm not sure why I'm trying to use logic on a PWP, but I suppose you can put it down to insanity.
You'll be big and hot and it will ache like it did when you first took me there. The wards will light the whole room and all the elements will surge through us in turn."
"I'll move slowly so I don't hurt you any more than necessary but you'll be back at virginHYPHENtight levels so it will be hard. I'll want to thrust in eagerly, feeling your velvet soft walls clutch at me COMMA! but I won't want to tear your delicate skin. Your cock-A-DOODLE-DOO! will be spraying the altar to Bad Porn with your come and it will glow so brightly we'll have to close our eyes."
Oh, let me assure you, Snape, all of us want to close our eyes to this fic.
His fingers held mine close and I edged over to lay my head on his shoulder.
"But you won't be able to keep slow because you know how much I want you to take me hard and make me feel your giant cock in my throat.
...You want to feel his cock in your THROAT while he's taking you up the arse? Dear gad, how would that even work?
I'll be moaning your name over and over until with one last thrust, you'll flood me with your hot come until I'm full of your seed." I drew a shaky breath and clutched his hand to my chest so I could drop a kiss on it. "And I'll make the same wish I do every time you're inside me. I'll wish for Voldemort to be gone so we can make a baby at the same time we make love."
Technically, you wouldn't be conceiving at the same time you're having sex, so that's inaccurate unless he's bending you over a cauldron and you're brewing some sort of baby-producing potion at the same time that you're having sex...
...Oh, why do I even try?
********* Severus *********
"Sweetheart, your generous heart humbles me." I risked another look since traffic was lighter now that we were out of the city. "I thought Poppy's memories were pretty graphic."
"Pretty graphic". Yes, this is pitch-perfect Severus Snape dialogue, it is. (Okay, this is a little late to be noting it, but I'm peevish tonight.)
"They were and I know there will be blood and a lot of pain. COMMA! NOT PERIOD!" Hhe said quietly, settling our clasped hands into his lap. "But there's the joy, too. The fun of creating the baby,
You know, you can enjoy that without major risk of pregnancy. Ever hear of contraception?
the changes in my body COMMA!
Oh, I've heard pregnant women really enjoy being swollen, tired, nauseated, and possibly dippy! Yes, that's incredibly enjoyable!
and the moment you first feel them IT move.
Don't get me wrong, I like characters getting pregnant and I'm almost always glad to see characters have kids, but if the author writes it badly, I can't enjoy it all that much because I'm too busy gagging at the rote recitation of sappy cliches, gritting my teeth over the incessant whining and wangst on the part of the pregnant character, and knowing that the baby will be nothing more than a cutesy accessory to the pairing of the author's choice.
I want to experience it all and I want to do it as soon as we can. I know there's school to get through but the OWLS are done
Hello, ever heard of the NEWTS?
and now I can concentrate more on what I need to learn to fight and win against him."
You know, there are more reasons to fight Voldemort than making sure it's safe for you to get preggers.
Like people undoubtedly being killed by him. Like, since Voldemort isn't waiting until he has the prophecy in hand or generously allowing the teenage-drama plots and the Pensieve-sessions to end before any of his forces attack, as in canon, his terrorizing the Wizarding World. While you were literally fucking around all summer, he was probably sending his Death Eaters to assassinate or cow opponents, recruit supporters, and put important figures under the Imperius. The fate of England is at stake, and all you can think about is having a BAAAAAAAAAAAAABY.
Forgive me my rant there. I got a bit irked.
"My fierce kitten,
Can we dump a dog into this fic?
I'm more pleased than words can say." I rubbed my thumb across his fingers. "The more I think about it, the more I want to see what our children will be like. With you as their mother, they are sure to be bright dimwitted and full of an older man's semen laughter."
*dodges bricks*
He beamed at me. "And they'll be intelligent fetishized like their father. Do you mind if we have lots?"
A slight frission frisson went up my spine. "Define 'lots' for me."
His grin was more Harry than Mary. "I think six is a nice round number."
Dear gods, we were going to be overrun with babies. Clearing my throat, I cast him another look. "I see. Six is quite a large number, sweetheart. Are you sure you want that many?"
("Mary") Of course! I'll be darned if I actually think about how stressful that might be, but *giggle* babies are so cute! The toll that might take on my girlish figure? The strain it might put on our oh-so-perfect relationship? Actually taking care of them as they grow up? Well, gee, I'm just a little girl. *giggle* Sev should think of all those things for me. Tee-hee!
He nodded. "I want a big, noisy family. The oldest will be big enough to help me around the house while the youngest is still a baby. And you never know but twins might show up. I think it would be fun to have two the same age."
"Well," I gulped hard and squeezed his hand. "If that's what you want then that's what we will do. However, I insist on two years between pregnancies. I don't want you to put your body under too much strain. Being a male and being pregnant is a huge stress on you.
Out of curiosity, as long as Harry's going to go through a major organ-adding ritual, why can't he have his body modified to reduce the stress of being pregnant with a body not initially designed to carry children? I'm honestly curious.
I won't have you hurting yourself.
What about hurting your readers' brains?
Remember our children will have lots of friends
What makes you think that? Children don't necessarily have many friends.
and they'll be over, too. Noisy will be our perpetual state, I fear."
He brought our clasped hands to his lips and kissed each of my fingers. "I know . . . they will . . . but I want . . . our own . . . babies, too. I love you so much."
And my heart melted and oozed onto the floor . "I love you more each day, Harry. Never forget that when we get so busy we forget to say it to each other."
"Every day, Sev, we will say it every day. I could never forget that."
You say it with about as much enthusiasm as Edward Cullen has when he tells Bella that she is a wonderful person. In other words, just get back to building ships in bottles and spare us the Xeroxed sap.
He nodded sharply, reminding me of Minerva's mannerisms. "May we stop for lunch somewhere new?"
There were so many things I wanted to share with him and each one reminded me of how isolated he'd been all his life.
Oh Merlin, you mean the author is going to detail even MORE irrelevant stuff with exquisite precision? Heavens, where's an editor when you need one?
"I have a restaurant I like to stop at when I'm book shopping. It's a combination tea shop and book store. Two elderly sisters own and run it. They are charming ladies who cook like angels. Even the random tea-shop owners are Perfectly Perfect, I see. *gags* Their menu is simple, what ever they felt like cooking that day is what you can order."
He beamed at me. "I like it. What kind of bookstore is it?"
"Mainly cooking, gardening, architecture, landscaping COMMA! and home decorating," I answered. "I was thinking we could look for some books to give us ideas for the front garden. It's pretty plain compared to some of our neighbors."
Please, author, just buy The Sims 2. Spare us your home-making fantasies.
"Mrs. Tyler would appreciate it, I'm sure." He chuckled and leaned a little harder into my arm. "She was making noises about finding some hardy roses for you."
"True, little love," I laughed with him. "I tend to neglect the outdoors in favor of the 'in'."
Does that mean we can set up gear to blow up your home and you won't notice?
"We'll work on the garden before we start to travel." His eyes watched the road ahead of us. "Mrs. Tyler will water if needed while we're away. I can hardly wait to see the ocean."
Still one more thing he'd never seen, I thought sadly only to have his giggle echo through my thoughts. It made me smile and brightened my mood in an instant. Our closeness was a true blessing and one I depended on daily. Without him, I was nothing but a sour old man. With him, I was a creepy old pseudo-child molester.
//Never old, Sev// he thought sweetly. //I depend on you to watch me and make sure I'm doing the right thing. You're the rock upon which I'm building my future. I'd have failed a dozen times if you hadn't been there to protect me or take the punishment I should have received//
You know, that's a pretty significant statement, coming from Harry. It would be nice if fluff-ficcers spent more time exploring his emotions about admitting that. I don't mean that sarcastically - I would like to see that.
And no, not in a "Sev spews rainbows!" way. I'd like to see that without the author making it into a Snape-praise festival. *hastily tacks up said disclaimer*
//You didn't deserve some of those punishments, Harry//
(Canon!Snape) Just the vast majority of them.
I watched the traffic and kept my speed just at the legal limit. //I hope to keep you from pain for the rest of our lives//
At this point, he could be saying "I am a rainbow pink-striped monkey dancer!" and I would find it more touching than this tripe.
His smile was sweet and mysterious. //Not all pain is bad, my Sev//
No! No! Not the bad BDSM! Please, anything but that!
He stroked his stomach, smoothing the material down then up a little so he showed a bit more thigh. //Our babies will grow and stretch my body really painfully when they're born.
Cesarean sections for the MPreg win.
But they'll be worth every single moment//
//Sweetheart// I had no words to tell him how very brave I thought he was
Him and every other woman who wants to have kids.
but he seemed to catch all I felt, blushing and laying his head against my shoulder.
{Snip - They arrive home.}
We put on all the proper lights in both our bedrooms and the bathroom then turned them off before making our way down to the sacred altar of the Weeping Cock in the sub-basement. The wards blazed to brilliant light around us and promptly scorched us to death. The readers rejoiced. they welcomed us with a peal of chimes that resounded through our very bones. Harry swayed towards the altar with an almost feline stretch
Yeah, you have a cat fetish. We get it.
while I bowed to it with a reverence I'd rarely felt before. All was going according to the scenario. The sporker was sick to death of the fic.
Slowly we undressed each other. Unlike our fantasy, everything seemed in slow motion where every touch held a sacred significance beyond our ken.
D8 Oh gad, Christopher Paolini's spiritual creepy old aunt is writing this! Batten down the hatches! The hairless groins are swooping in for an assault!
Harry stretched out on the altar as he had that first time I took him completely. The lubricant we'd left there was still as fresh as the day we'd brought it down. I spared a stray thought on the preserving capabilities of plot convenience the wards before losing myself in the wonder that was my lover.
Sliding into his depths is still cause for me to pause and marvel at the beauty of his heart and soul.
First of all, RANDOM TENSE CHANGE AHOY!
Second of all, you know, screwing someone up the arse and seeing the beauty of his heart and soul don't have much to do with each other. They really don't. O_<
He took me in completely and sighed, "Oh no, someone fell into my Arse of Doom again. I wonder if Draco's up for some bumsex." we merged into one being FUSION... DANCE... HAAAAAAAAAAAA!
*runs from any Dragonball Z fans*
while I stroked in and out of him as slowly as I could manage. He blazed like the sun at full noon and
- began to sizzle -
his little cries of pleasure were sweeter than the bells chiming around us. Hot . . . tight . . . supple . . . yielding . . . delirious pleasure multiplying into something too big for mere human flesh to bear. Harry promptly exploded and Snape, cursing, swore to get more durable blow-up dolls.
He cried out, his seed splashing out and hitting the stone upon which he lay. The pulsing rhythms of his English channel drew my own climax out and into his depths with a low moan. *SLURP* *MOAN* We rested for a long moment while the light gradually died to manageable levels. I was as tired as if I'd been chased by my fellow Death Eaters through the Forbidden Forest, pinned to the ground, and mounted by Suethors.
"Wow, that was . . . intense." Harry panted. "It felt like all the wards as far away as Hogwarts climaxed with us."
I chuckled at the thought of orgasmic wards.
Rule 34, HP Edition: Anything can and will orgasm. Including inanimate magical constructs.
"I'd love to be a mouse in the corner at Hogwarts when Albus felt that. They probably heard him calling out Grindelwald's name all the way over in Hogsmeade."
Harry's eyes widened. "You don't think he did? Really?"
"I think he's connected to the wards there as all Headmasters and Headmistresses have been over the centuries." I slowly pulled him up into my arms and off the hard stone. That separated us and we both bit our lips at the loss. My come dripped onto the surface from his small hole and the wards flashed brightly once again. I'd hate to think what would happen if that thing collided with a sperm bank.
Harry giggled and looped his arms tighter around my neck. "Maybe he felt that one, too? I kind of like the idea that all the ley lines we've linked to, Flee, comma, flee! D: got to experience our pleasure. It's sure to make the other lines we haven't gotten to yet to want to join in."
They're NOT LIVING BEINGS! They can't experience pleasure!
"One look at you, my brave and beautiful angel,
This Harry is about as brave as Shinji Ikari.
would make any ley line want to become your slave. COMMA!" I told him solemnly to provoke his giggles.
He stuck out his tongue at me and I paused on the stone steps to suck it into my mouth for another taste of Mrs. Tyler's shepherds pie flavored with the special-Harry spice
Ground-up Stus make good spices?
only I get to enjoy.
Saliva tastes good?
But kissing on stairways was dangerous and I wanted to soak away the last school year with my sweetheart while Voldemort made the Wizarding world into a living hell - but hey, who cares about that? so I continued up to the bathroom where a steaming tub awaited.
{snip trivialities}
********* Harry *********
The three weeks went by so fast
I am profoundly thankful the author spared us three weeks of trivial details and constant sex.
it was frightening but I wasn't too sad to leave our cozy home since our first stop was the ocean and a ley line in the tiny coastal town of St. Bees.
Run-on sentences ahoy!
The bed and breakfast we stayed at was great fun although we had to be really careful of our touches. I was definitely Mary although we told them I was 14 already.
What the heck do the two parts of that sentence have to do with each other?
Another month and Harry would be 16 and legal in every sense of the word. Not a legal adult, though.
I was looking forward to that, although we'd have to be careful still. At least it wouldn't involve Poppy, Minerva COMMA! and Dumbledore in lying and looking the other way. I realized that the laws were there to protect innocent students from unscrupulous adults but I wasn't innocent and Sev was unscrupulous.
BAHAHAHA! Left out a "n't" there, author?
And many abuse victims don't think of what happened to them as abuse at first...
//You'll always be innocence personified to me, sweetheart// Sev caught my hand up in his to 'help'
What's with the quotation marks?
me over the stile to the beach beyond. //And I'm afraid I didn't think more than twice about giving into your beautiful temptation//
I giggled and smiled up at him. "Dear Uncle John, you're the only one who sees me as beautiful. Why I'm still flat as a board and not at all feminine."
So he's into little girls instead of ones that have hit puberty. You're not helping, author.
"Sweet Mary, you're my own little angel come to tempt me into playing this summer when I should be working hard in the studio." He led me down the grassy path but stopped me just before we got to the cliff. "Close your eyes, sweetheart and don't open them until I say."
"Yes, Sir," I obediently shut my eyes and he chuckled, leading me forward to the sounds of crashing thunder.
Eh? Is this during a thunderstorm?
"Good girl, now open them." I felt him behind me and I leaned back confidently, knowing he'd protect me. Then I opened my eyes and felt my mouth drop open in astonishment.
The ocean was huge and loud and moving in and out furiously from the bay below us, taking it hard and fast -.
...I am so sorry.
Waves crashed, almost exploding onto the sharp jagged rocks on the shore. This was no calm beach where mothers might bring their children to play in the water. This shore belonged to the sea itself.
"It's one of the most dangerous bits of shore line along this coast." Severus' voice almost startled me as he bent to speak directly into my ear. "I think part of the ley line nodes is here because of the strong energies focused right along this same line. There is a convergence of several different kinds of energies that make it particularly powerful. Once we add them to our grid, we'll take most of the coast from here north to Inverness and south to Chester."
If this was so easy, wouldn't Voldemort or Dumbledore have already taken them over?
"Wow, that will save a lot of time on our part." I held his big hand in both of mine, right between my breasts. Suddenly I wanted him again even though we'd sucked each other off in our room at the B&B. The never-ceasing emptiness of my DoomArse made me ache and I knew he'd felt it when he dropped a kiss onto my windblown curls.
//The new moon is tonight so we'll find the ley line node now and then return in the dark// He spoke inside my mind so no one could overhear.
We had to be really careful but we hadn't slipped up once and we wouldn't start now. Our whole future depended on our being discreet until we were safe. I held his hand close and took another long look at the ocean surging beneath us. Tonight, I was going to be like the shore line while Severus was the wave coming in to possess me.
D: D: D: It was a joke! Dear gad, I was JOKING! DDDDDD:
All his power and strength would be mine.
But he'd be safe within my shore. I would accept all of him, gathering him into my depths where he could rest safe and sound.
*buries face in hands* This is what I get for making a sex joke in this fic. I was asking for it, yes, I was asking for it...
I could hardly wait. The old maps we'd found in the library were a bit vague so we wandered the cobblestone streets of St. Bees
Bees? In my saints? It's more likely than you think.
feeling our way with our psychic sensors set to ward detection.
The Headmaster had asked me to describe what the wards felt like to me but I didn't have the right words. They were a combination of at least four senses - light for my eyes, chimes to my ears, warmth to the touch COMMA! and the scent of fresh green growing things. Even the wards are Mary-Sues. JOY. Sev said it was the same for him but then the Headmaster told us our auras had grown so close he could no longer tell one from the other. He had also told us that he couldn't make out anything more than an inch from his face after he lost his glasses during a conjugal visit to Nurmengard. I didn't want to ask too much about that one.
I really liked that idea and just thinking about it made me smile. I was still my own person, with my own thoughts and hopes and wishes.
*looks back at Harry losing all interest in Quidditch, becoming interested in schoolwork, falling for Snape, acquiring the mind of a particularly helpless five-year-old girl, and only caring about defeating Voldemort so he can have babies* Uh, he is?
But I was also part of a couple with shared goals and desires. I was the luckiest person in the whole world to have found the other half of my soul.
SOUUUUULMATES!
*is petty* Weeeeeeell, then, let's have a post-series announcement by the author that Snape never really cared about Harry and was just using his dopey infatuation. In this fic, I could believe that was the truth.
Sirius and Remus told me over and over how much my parents loved each other and me, too.
That just made me even more determined to have children with Sev who would be that loved by parents who were murdered before their child[ren]'s second birthday, too. I'd take the pleasure of conception and the pain of labor and all the miscellaneous symptoms in-between. Nothing ever worth having wasn't also worth a little hardship. Although, if the memories in Poppy's pensieve were half-way true, there was WERE going to be high levels of pain on my part. But even more on the readers' parts.
"Mary, why don't we take a breather here so I can do a quick sketch or two?" Severus nodded to a pair of old ladies walking slowly by us. They'd have some good gossip to pass on at the tea room about the 'artist and his molested niece'.
"That sounds like a splendid idea, Uncle John." I smiled at them and bowed my head to them and felt their pleasure at my good manners.
You're not an empath, moron. Please STHU.
"Oh, what a pretty grotto is blooming here."
The feel of latent power slumbering in the sunshine was present here in the little garden set next to a halfHYPHEN!fallenHYPHEN!down memorial to some battle or other. Upon closer inspection, I saw it depicted a tribe of red-haired wizards and witches waging war against sparkly, overly-perfect people. I had a sudden urge to get out of this place as soon as possible. The node was close by. Uncle John wandered one way while I took the opposite path so we'd meet somewhere near the plinth. An old Celtic cross had been erected sometime almost seven hundred years ago and its ghost was still there to my inner eye.
Oh, gad, now he thinks he's Trelawney.
Uncle John met me there and nodded approvingly. "This will make a lovely sketch of forgotten valor memorialized in stone. It feels nice here, doesn't it, sweetheart?"
"Oh, yes, could we eat our lunch here, Uncle John? I'm sure the tea room would make us up some sandwiches."
"Eat on the nice hard ground instead of the nice soft cushions, kitten?" He teased me and I pouted just a little. He gave in as he always did and we walked over to get our sandwiches and perhaps a little history about the memorial.
I could hardly wait until nightfall so we could return, set up a protection dome COMMA! and feed the node with our loving passion. Alternatively, we could sacrifice Harlequin Romances to it, but that was less fun. If we added this ley line to our pattern, we'd be well on our way to finishing this project.
//And finishing Voldemort and his minions, too// Sev's thoughts joined mine. //That can not come too soon, kitten//
Mrs. Weasley? Thank you. *takes Capslock of Rage*
//I know, my Sev. I want our lives back and I want our future to start//
WHAT ABOUT THE WIZARDING WORLD, FUCKERS?!
I swung his hand in mine while we walked down the small street to the tea room.
Thank you again, Mrs. Weasley. *hands back Capslock of Rage*
//Our future is as bright as that sun above us, little princess// His thoughts were happy.
I was ready for anything, I decided. But mostly I was ready for some cold lemon squash.
Credit where credit is due, that's a semi-amusing line.
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The end of part two
FINALLY!
By the way, this was the most boring chapter, I recall. Chapter 3 has more action, both of the bad sex kind and story-progression kind, and Chapter 4 gives us the mangling of other pairings in addition to more bad sex. Hooray!
...You can tell I've acquired a severe aversion to pointless padding when I say "Hooray!" about more horrible sex. DX