Storied

Severus finished the first draft of the first book in almost two nights once he returned back to Hogwarts. Down in the comfort of his dungeons he was away from most of the other staff so it was peace and quiet until the students returned from their summer vacations. Severus sat up at his desk, his back aching at being in one position for far too long but he had been on a creative writing high and he was not going to waste it. Closing the notebook he let out a long breath. Even if he turned this into the editor today it was a complete book with a compelling story that so far he was very happy with how it had turned out.
His head however lifted as his wards were activated and he sighed. Standing and slowly going to the door he opened it to find Professor Granger as she went by now walking down the hallway that led to his office. Her smile on her lips causing his brow to raise as he looked down at her as she came to a stop in front of him.

“Good afternoon Severus” she said as she held out a covered plate and he gently took it questioning look coming to his face as she spoke.

“I wanted to bring you some cookies I made as a thank you for the new salve…my scar is starting to fade” she said as they were not sure it would help magical scars or not. His eyes lit up a bit and he motioned for her to come into his private quarters.

“That is good news…let me take a look if you do not mind I want to document for my notes” he stated as he moved to find his camera. He found for this type of work he used a magical camera so he could rotate her to any angle he needed her to be at. Hermione of course was compliant and lifted her shirt and lowered her pants slightly to show him where the scar was. His eyes looking at the still discolored flesh that Antonin Dolohov had caused back when they had fought in the Ministry. Never is a million years would he ever think that at any point in time would he be helping one of the golden trio as they were called yet over the last few years…six years since the end of the war and fours since he was set finally free for the last time. Time seemed to have slowed down as not only was he in contact with the retched Harry Potter but also Hermione Granger whom was working under Madam Pomfrey in her research, teaching health to the students which was never offered before the war.

“It looks to be healing a bit more than I thought one dose would do..we will keep it monitored for the next several days until the next dose” he said and she nodded.
“ Would you care for some tea?” he asked and she gave a nod.

“Poppy has been having me brew the reinvigoration potions for the first years…any way I could get something a bit stronger?” she asked with a sheepish look on her face and he chuckled.

“For once I can say I am glad that my days are freed from that burden” he said as he was confident in her ability to brew so he had not said anything about the change in responsibility. He of course had his own work to do now that he had given himself the task of writing this book as well as his own personal potions research. Pouring two glasses of Ogden’s premier whiskey and handing the younger woman one he moved to his usual chair leaving her to sit in the other by the fire.

“Harry sent me an owl this morning…I did not know he was even wanting to come back after everything that happened here but he seemed very excited to start this new chapter in his life.” She said as Severus gave a soft snort.

“It never ceases to amaze men why young people like your selves would willingly want to become Professors and live here…you should be traveling the world and looking to start families” he said and Hermione looked down at her glass and shook her head with a sad smile on her lips.

“The down side of being who we are is the fame that comes with it…never knowing if someone wants to talk to you because they find you interesting or because you can make them famous.” She countered and Severus nodded as he could understand that all too well.
“ Ronald of course is loving the fame as a quidditch player” she added with a slight shrug.
“ There are very few places that we can go and just…be us with out people wanting to be all over us” she said and Severus rose a brow.

“ There is a place…but I doubt you would enjoy it…it is for the more…discrete crowds” he stated which peeked Hermione’s attention.

“ Discrete as in…” she asked curious and he took another sip of his drink.
“ It is a…entertainment club in London…I doubt it would be your style but members are very discrete. Some go for the entertainment…some go to just get away from their lives” he lazily swirled the drink in his glass.

Hermione flushed as she knew of places like this but she had never thought her former professor of all people would know of them…much less advise one to her.
“ Are you a member of such a place” she asked and he chuckled.

“ That…is a bit personal is it not?” he asked, his eyes looking to her and he could see the pink flush covering her cheeks.

“ How about…I take you to one…if you do not like it all you have to do is tell me and we will leave…you are after all an adult now Miss Granger” he stated and she could feel her face getting warmer but she nodded. Hermione finished off her drink and slowly stood as he looked to her former professor and gave a gentle smile.
“ Thank you for the drink sir…and the invitation. Let me know the next time you are going to this…place” she settled with and he nodded as he watched her leave and he downed the rest of his drink. Standing he walked over to his desk with a fresh page of parchment as his imagination took over. Miss Granger…not that anyone would know it was her with a name of Greta Mouskerwitz in a story that in the middle of writing had him stroking himself as he had to lay the quill down to satisfy that itch as the words on the page that had already been written bringing him to a soft climax. Head bowed and almost touching the page, his long hair felling around his face as he gathered himself slowly and cast a quick cleaning charm and putting himself back into his trousers. His eyes looking over the words he had written on the page. Dark eyes going over details that played in his mind. The way her curls might look down her back as he took her from behind.

Sleep would once against allude him as only the ticking of the clock and the crackling of the fire filled the silence as the scratching of quill to paper was a soothing loudness he settled into for the night.

His mind full of ideas he was sure his soul would rot for…but they were no longer children…he never had an eye for children. No these were hardened young men and women who had come barely out of a war aimless and without real guidance in their lives. Stunted in their development as functional members of with wizarding world. Hero’s far too young for far too long and now…he knew at least a few who frequented his and Lucius domain…unknowingly so as identities were kept secret with charms and potions.

So many…possibilities.