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Prolific Author melusin-79
1. Needs Must (WIP)
2. A Cuckoo in the Nest: The Baby Dialogues
3. Three Blooms in the Cauldron
4. A Mutually Beneficial Arrangement
5. Bed Rest
6. Merlin’s Amulet
7. What Goes Around…
8. Virgin on the Ridiculous
9. Professor Snape in the Bedroom With Chocolate Ice Cream
10. Epiphany (WIP)
1. During my time in this business, I have seen some bizarre behaviour and received some very odd requests. I thought I had seen it all and that I was, to all intents and purposes, shockproof. That was until the day I received the letter from Severus Snape requesting an interview with me.
Don’t get me wrong, I was not surprised that Snape was the kind of man who wanted to be dominated and humiliated; I have had many men use my services over the years who have very high profile, demanding jobs in real life - men who you would think would be very dominant in the bedroom. In fact, to me, it made a strange sort of sense. Needs Must (WIP)
2. ‘Hermione...?’
‘Ron, I’m really tired.’
‘Just a quickie. Please, love...’ he whined. ‘It’s been ages... I’ll be gentle. You don’t even have to move. Please.’
‘Oh, all right.’ It was easier not to argue. She was so sleepy, she did not resist as Ron fumbled about with her nightie and moved in closer... He wouldn’t be long; she was grateful for that, and then she could go back to sleep... And the baby was peaceful...
Her eyes flew open in horror. Oh, God. Please, please, don’t wake up now. Hopefully, if she was very still and kept calm, this would be over before...
‘Is he doing what I think he’s doing?’
Hermione groaned.
‘Oh, yes, baby... Do you like that?’
‘No. Tell him to stop it at once!’.
‘I can’t...’
‘Yes, you can, love, just... Oh gods, you feel so good... ’
‘Oh, pu-lease. You can’t expect me to have to put up with this.’
‘I’m sorry...’
‘Don’t be, baby. Can’t... last... Love you...’
Spent from his exertion, Ron flopped onto his back and reached for Hermione, expecting her to join him for a cuddle.
‘That was the most embarrassing... I’d like a word. In private.’ Severus shifted so that he was pressing down hard on Hermione’s bladder.
She shot out of bed... ‘Sorry, darling... Need a pee.’ ... A Cuckoo in the Nest: The Baby Dialogues
3. Removing the lid completely, Hermione quickly examined the phials. Some were easy to identify: Blood-Replenishing Potion (two doses), Pepper Up, draughts for pain relief, Strengthening Solution-all of which could come in handy. She picked up a tiny bottle with some pearlescent liquid in it, and she felt a flood of excitement-and relief. Phoenix tears. How fresh they were was unknown as was their potency, but this-and the dittany-were both excellent finds. There were three phials left which Hermione could not identify. She pulled out the drawer that was at the base of the box, thinking she might find an inventory, but it was empty.
Hermione was also starting to consider the problem of administering the potions, seeing as Snape would be unable to swallow them of his own accord. ‘Have to get them down his throat...’ she muttered to herself. ‘I need some sort of tubing...’ As she spoke, the drawer clicked open to reveal exactly what she required. ‘Now, that is handy.’ She tried again. ‘I need a bezoar.’ Once more, the drawer came up with the goods. Wondering if it would work on the potions, Hermione said, ‘I need the Wiggenweld Potion.’ She held her breath as one of the unidentified phials rose up an inch above the others, then let out a huge sigh of relief. She had found the antidote. Three Blooms in the Cauldron
4. Saturday night. Alone. As usual. With only the Wizarding Wireless for company. In all fairness, Aurora Sinistra had asked her if she wanted to go down the pub with her and Rolanda, but as much as she liked the couple, she didn't want to intrude.
Predictably, Celestina Warbeck was belting out some tune or other, and she turned the volume down so it was just loud enough to alleviate the silence. A small, black, oval box on the coffee table caught her attention.
'What on earth...?'
That hadn't been there this morning. Wherever had it come from? Noticing a scrap of parchment tucked under the silver bow on the lid, she carefully removed it and turned it over. In a familiar, spiky hand, it read:
Please accept this small gift with my compliments.
Start with the white one-I trust you will be able to work out the correct sequence after that.
Endeavour to savour each one for as long as possible.
regards
S.Snape
P.S I await your instructions for Friday. . A Mutually Beneficial Arrangement
5. Hermione moan was silenced by his mouth on hers, but she pushed him off, gasping. ‘You know I want to, very much…’
‘But I’m not supposed to exert myself.’ Severus let out a long, frustrated sigh and brought Hermione’s hand to his groin. ‘This, however, is not going anywhere, thanks to that last Strengthening Solution you gave me, and is most definitely not conducive to sleep.’
‘I could get you something to relax you,’ Hermione offered.
‘No. No more potions.’ Severus rolled onto his back, smirking as Hermione followed and laid her head on his chest. ‘I suppose a blow job is out of the question.’
‘Yes.’
‘A hand job, then?’
‘Yes.’
‘Yes?’
‘Yes,’ Hermione repeated more firmly. ‘It’s out of the question.’
Severus yawned. ‘No sleep for me in that case.’ Bed Rest
6. ‘What are you doing?’
The illusion faded. ‘I could hardly appear out of nowhere, now could I?’ Severus pointed to the camera above him before stepping out of the shadows. ‘This is the only blind spot in the room. And to answer your first question...’ He shrugged. ‘The amulet would only disappear into the Department of Mysteries never to be seen again if the Ministry got its hands on it. Besides which, my need is greater.’
Hermione’s eyes widened in shock. It had been many years since she’d seen her former teacher, and while she’d heard the rumours that he’d never fully recovered from Nagini’s bite, she’d taken it all with a pinch of salt. But here was living proof: Snape’s robes were hanging loosely on a skeletal frame, his skin almost translucent. The white dressing on his neck, standing out in stark contrast to his customary black attire, made her shudder.
‘Are you all right?’ Hermione asked. ‘You look terrible.’
‘No, Miss Granger, I am not.’ Merlin’s Amulet
7. At the bottom, a stone archway led into a small, cloistered, and very neglected, courtyard.
'Oh...' Hermione looked up and around, getting her bearings. 'I've been searching for this place for years.'
'Seems it did not want to be found,' Severus murmured.
'Apparently not.' She smiled. 'Well, anyway, it obviously goes with your rooms, so you may use it as you see fit. I think it may have been a knot garden once, though.' She pointed to her office window. 'If you look down on it when it rains, you can see the layout.'
It certainly had great potential. 'That is most kind. Thank you.'
Up on the roof, a raven was observing them keenly. What Goes Around…
8. Deciding she needed to take the initiative, Hermione put her arm along the back of the sofa. ‘Nice?’
Severus nodded. ‘Excellent.’ He took another sip, then choked as Hermione threaded her fingers through his hair.
‘Are you okay?’ She smacked him between the shoulder blades.
‘Yes. But, it’s late. I should be going.’
‘Relax, Severus.’ Hermione took his glass off him and put it on the table with her own. ‘There’s no need to rush off just yet. Now, where were we? Oh, yes. I was about to do this…’ Hermione planted a gentle kiss on his lips.
Severus whimpered. Virgin on the Ridiculous
9. You did say anything, Miss Granger.’
‘I’m sorry, Severus. I haven’t done anything like this before.’
Severus lay down beside her. ‘It’s all right, Hermione. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.’
‘I know,’ she replied, ‘but a bargain is a bargain. I can’t promise to like it, but I won’t know until I’ve tried now, will I?’
Severus stroked her bottom. Kissing her neck, he got her to lie on her side, facing away from him with her knees up to her chest.
‘You are in control, Hermione. I will go at your pace. If you want me to stop at any time, I will. I promise I won’t hurt you.’
Hermione closed her eyes and tuned into the voice richer and smoother than the darkest chocolate that was pouring words of comfort into her ear.
‘Trust me. Relax. Let go of the fear,’ it cajoled.
Hermione had known and obeyed instructions from that voice since she was eleven years old. This time was no different. Sighing in contentment, she gave herself over to Severus’ caresses. Professor Snape in the Bedroom With Chocolate Ice Cream
10. Hermione moaned. ‘That is sooo good.’
There was a loud banging on the door.
Severus slumped back on the pillow, defeated. ‘I will slip something in their pumpkin juice, I swear it.’ He took the wards off the door while Hermione hurriedly put on a nightgown.
‘Surprise!’ Albus ran into the bedroom carrying a bundle of envelopes and parcels. He jumped on the bed in excitement. ‘The post has been. Can I open some for you, Mummy?’
‘Is it your birthday, Albus?’ Severus asked sternly.
‘You can help me, darling,’ Hermione intervened, seeing the pout on the little boy’s face. ‘Come and sit next to me.’
Katy followed Albus into the bedroom, struggling under the weight of an enormous breakfast tray. Winky brought up the rear, anxiously watching the tray in case she dropped it.
‘Happy Birthday, Mummy,’ said Katy. ‘We made you breakfast.’ . Epiphany (WIP)
1. Needs Must (WIP)
2. A Cuckoo in the Nest: The Baby Dialogues
3. Three Blooms in the Cauldron
4. A Mutually Beneficial Arrangement
5. Bed Rest
6. Merlin’s Amulet
7. What Goes Around…
8. Virgin on the Ridiculous
9. Professor Snape in the Bedroom With Chocolate Ice Cream
10. Epiphany (WIP)
1. During my time in this business, I have seen some bizarre behaviour and received some very odd requests. I thought I had seen it all and that I was, to all intents and purposes, shockproof. That was until the day I received the letter from Severus Snape requesting an interview with me.
Don’t get me wrong, I was not surprised that Snape was the kind of man who wanted to be dominated and humiliated; I have had many men use my services over the years who have very high profile, demanding jobs in real life - men who you would think would be very dominant in the bedroom. In fact, to me, it made a strange sort of sense. Needs Must (WIP)
2. ‘Hermione...?’
‘Ron, I’m really tired.’
‘Just a quickie. Please, love...’ he whined. ‘It’s been ages... I’ll be gentle. You don’t even have to move. Please.’
‘Oh, all right.’ It was easier not to argue. She was so sleepy, she did not resist as Ron fumbled about with her nightie and moved in closer... He wouldn’t be long; she was grateful for that, and then she could go back to sleep... And the baby was peaceful...
Her eyes flew open in horror. Oh, God. Please, please, don’t wake up now. Hopefully, if she was very still and kept calm, this would be over before...
‘Is he doing what I think he’s doing?’
Hermione groaned.
‘Oh, yes, baby... Do you like that?’
‘No. Tell him to stop it at once!’.
‘I can’t...’
‘Yes, you can, love, just... Oh gods, you feel so good... ’
‘Oh, pu-lease. You can’t expect me to have to put up with this.’
‘I’m sorry...’
‘Don’t be, baby. Can’t... last... Love you...’
Spent from his exertion, Ron flopped onto his back and reached for Hermione, expecting her to join him for a cuddle.
‘That was the most embarrassing... I’d like a word. In private.’ Severus shifted so that he was pressing down hard on Hermione’s bladder.
She shot out of bed... ‘Sorry, darling... Need a pee.’ ... A Cuckoo in the Nest: The Baby Dialogues
3. Removing the lid completely, Hermione quickly examined the phials. Some were easy to identify: Blood-Replenishing Potion (two doses), Pepper Up, draughts for pain relief, Strengthening Solution-all of which could come in handy. She picked up a tiny bottle with some pearlescent liquid in it, and she felt a flood of excitement-and relief. Phoenix tears. How fresh they were was unknown as was their potency, but this-and the dittany-were both excellent finds. There were three phials left which Hermione could not identify. She pulled out the drawer that was at the base of the box, thinking she might find an inventory, but it was empty.
Hermione was also starting to consider the problem of administering the potions, seeing as Snape would be unable to swallow them of his own accord. ‘Have to get them down his throat...’ she muttered to herself. ‘I need some sort of tubing...’ As she spoke, the drawer clicked open to reveal exactly what she required. ‘Now, that is handy.’ She tried again. ‘I need a bezoar.’ Once more, the drawer came up with the goods. Wondering if it would work on the potions, Hermione said, ‘I need the Wiggenweld Potion.’ She held her breath as one of the unidentified phials rose up an inch above the others, then let out a huge sigh of relief. She had found the antidote. Three Blooms in the Cauldron
4. Saturday night. Alone. As usual. With only the Wizarding Wireless for company. In all fairness, Aurora Sinistra had asked her if she wanted to go down the pub with her and Rolanda, but as much as she liked the couple, she didn't want to intrude.
Predictably, Celestina Warbeck was belting out some tune or other, and she turned the volume down so it was just loud enough to alleviate the silence. A small, black, oval box on the coffee table caught her attention.
'What on earth...?'
That hadn't been there this morning. Wherever had it come from? Noticing a scrap of parchment tucked under the silver bow on the lid, she carefully removed it and turned it over. In a familiar, spiky hand, it read:
Please accept this small gift with my compliments.
Start with the white one-I trust you will be able to work out the correct sequence after that.
Endeavour to savour each one for as long as possible.
regards
S.Snape
P.S I await your instructions for Friday. . A Mutually Beneficial Arrangement
5. Hermione moan was silenced by his mouth on hers, but she pushed him off, gasping. ‘You know I want to, very much…’
‘But I’m not supposed to exert myself.’ Severus let out a long, frustrated sigh and brought Hermione’s hand to his groin. ‘This, however, is not going anywhere, thanks to that last Strengthening Solution you gave me, and is most definitely not conducive to sleep.’
‘I could get you something to relax you,’ Hermione offered.
‘No. No more potions.’ Severus rolled onto his back, smirking as Hermione followed and laid her head on his chest. ‘I suppose a blow job is out of the question.’
‘Yes.’
‘A hand job, then?’
‘Yes.’
‘Yes?’
‘Yes,’ Hermione repeated more firmly. ‘It’s out of the question.’
Severus yawned. ‘No sleep for me in that case.’ Bed Rest
6. ‘What are you doing?’
The illusion faded. ‘I could hardly appear out of nowhere, now could I?’ Severus pointed to the camera above him before stepping out of the shadows. ‘This is the only blind spot in the room. And to answer your first question...’ He shrugged. ‘The amulet would only disappear into the Department of Mysteries never to be seen again if the Ministry got its hands on it. Besides which, my need is greater.’
Hermione’s eyes widened in shock. It had been many years since she’d seen her former teacher, and while she’d heard the rumours that he’d never fully recovered from Nagini’s bite, she’d taken it all with a pinch of salt. But here was living proof: Snape’s robes were hanging loosely on a skeletal frame, his skin almost translucent. The white dressing on his neck, standing out in stark contrast to his customary black attire, made her shudder.
‘Are you all right?’ Hermione asked. ‘You look terrible.’
‘No, Miss Granger, I am not.’ Merlin’s Amulet
7. At the bottom, a stone archway led into a small, cloistered, and very neglected, courtyard.
'Oh...' Hermione looked up and around, getting her bearings. 'I've been searching for this place for years.'
'Seems it did not want to be found,' Severus murmured.
'Apparently not.' She smiled. 'Well, anyway, it obviously goes with your rooms, so you may use it as you see fit. I think it may have been a knot garden once, though.' She pointed to her office window. 'If you look down on it when it rains, you can see the layout.'
It certainly had great potential. 'That is most kind. Thank you.'
Up on the roof, a raven was observing them keenly. What Goes Around…
8. Deciding she needed to take the initiative, Hermione put her arm along the back of the sofa. ‘Nice?’
Severus nodded. ‘Excellent.’ He took another sip, then choked as Hermione threaded her fingers through his hair.
‘Are you okay?’ She smacked him between the shoulder blades.
‘Yes. But, it’s late. I should be going.’
‘Relax, Severus.’ Hermione took his glass off him and put it on the table with her own. ‘There’s no need to rush off just yet. Now, where were we? Oh, yes. I was about to do this…’ Hermione planted a gentle kiss on his lips.
Severus whimpered. Virgin on the Ridiculous
9. You did say anything, Miss Granger.’
‘I’m sorry, Severus. I haven’t done anything like this before.’
Severus lay down beside her. ‘It’s all right, Hermione. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.’
‘I know,’ she replied, ‘but a bargain is a bargain. I can’t promise to like it, but I won’t know until I’ve tried now, will I?’
Severus stroked her bottom. Kissing her neck, he got her to lie on her side, facing away from him with her knees up to her chest.
‘You are in control, Hermione. I will go at your pace. If you want me to stop at any time, I will. I promise I won’t hurt you.’
Hermione closed her eyes and tuned into the voice richer and smoother than the darkest chocolate that was pouring words of comfort into her ear.
‘Trust me. Relax. Let go of the fear,’ it cajoled.
Hermione had known and obeyed instructions from that voice since she was eleven years old. This time was no different. Sighing in contentment, she gave herself over to Severus’ caresses. Professor Snape in the Bedroom With Chocolate Ice Cream
10. Hermione moaned. ‘That is sooo good.’
There was a loud banging on the door.
Severus slumped back on the pillow, defeated. ‘I will slip something in their pumpkin juice, I swear it.’ He took the wards off the door while Hermione hurriedly put on a nightgown.
‘Surprise!’ Albus ran into the bedroom carrying a bundle of envelopes and parcels. He jumped on the bed in excitement. ‘The post has been. Can I open some for you, Mummy?’
‘Is it your birthday, Albus?’ Severus asked sternly.
‘You can help me, darling,’ Hermione intervened, seeing the pout on the little boy’s face. ‘Come and sit next to me.’
Katy followed Albus into the bedroom, struggling under the weight of an enormous breakfast tray. Winky brought up the rear, anxiously watching the tray in case she dropped it.
‘Happy Birthday, Mummy,’ said Katy. ‘We made you breakfast.’ . Epiphany (WIP)