crossoverfic | Pas de Bas ch 4, SPN/HP, M, Sam/Hermione/Dean (Reply)

Title: Pas De Bas
Author: dhark_charlotte
Fandoms: Supernatural/Harry Potter
Rating: M
Warnings: Language, some violence, Het, character death ** Spoilery for SPN 2.21
Oh and this chapter has teh sex as well and if the idea of having sex with a nursing mother squicks you, read no further.
Pairings (if applicable): Sam/Hermione/Dean
Character(s) (if applicable): Dean Winchester, Hermione Granger, Sam Winchester, others mentioned.
Summary: An Incubus can completely throw a wrench into a well deserved vacation…

A/N: Pas de bas - a grand movement which is halfway between a step and a leap, and can be taken strictly on the floor (glissé) or with a jump (sauté) and can be done moving toward the front or toward the back.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Previously: Dean grinned at her. “Bossy! I think like it.”

Chapter 4

It was early morning and her boys were still sleeping so Hermione took advantage of the quiet and sat in the kitchen with her morning tea, watching the sunrise. She felt his presence before he entered the room and she met his dark gaze with a soft smile.

Severus acknowledged her smile with a tilt of his head and accepted her unspoken invitation to sit. He pulled a package from his robes and set it on the table between them. After it was enlarged, he pushed the briefcase sized package toward her and she took it, carefully turning it around to inspect the plain paper wrapping it.

Hermione removed the paper and gasped at the beautiful box when it was uncovered. It was a gorgeous hardwood decorated with intricate carvings. The interior revealed another smaller carved box surrounded by three torcs. The center neckpiece was silver, the ends decorated with golden griffon heads. It was so beautiful, it left her breathless and she inspected the other pieces. They were a polished brass that glowed a soft gold in the morning light. One was finished with some sort of stylized bird heads, the eyes inlaid with onyx and the other was finished with wolf heads.

Curiosity burned in her eyes and Severus broke the silence to explain. “These wedding torcs belonged to my Great Grandparents, Aoibheal and Adrastos.” He raised his hand to halt her refusal. “They were never used due to the death of their third. Your little triad isn’t quite as unique as you might have thought. I knew when your young man found The Animafigere that this would be your path.”

She opened her mouth to speak and wisely shut it at the scowl on his face. “The case is enchanted and must be opened by the bride. It is spelled to transform the torc finishes. Each torc is a symbol of the characteristics of the wearer. I’m sure you don’t need an explanation of the silver one?” Hermione shook her head and was unusually silent, allowing him to finish his explanation before she bombarded him with her typical questions.

“The Wolf’s head symbolizes cunning and ferociousness. A symbol most fitting for Sam, I think. The Falcon is a Scythian talisman, a protection against death. The eyes are inlaid with Onyx to balance the body, mind and spirit. Dean could rival Mr. Potter in the ‘needing protection against his own foolishness department’.” She laughed and he enjoyed the sound of her happiness. “After the three of you complete the cleansing preparation, you must put these on before you clothe yourselves. Mr. Singer will assist me in preparing the men. I’m afraid you must prepare yourself as there is no one available to act as your guide. But then, you haven’t needed one in the last few years have you my friend?”

Hermione held out her hand and took his unresisting one. “My dear friend, what am I going to do with you? You’ve sacrificed so much with little thanks and now you give me a most precious gift. I wish others could see you as I do.”

“I’ve made my peace with this Hermione. It is enough that you know me and allow me to share your life however you may.”

It wasn’t enough, but she held her tongue, determined to ensure her friend would not be alone for the rest of his life.

“Thank you for this gift Severus.” She looked up and saw Sam eyeing their clasped hands and smiled brilliantly.

She opened her mouth to greet him, but Severus’ voice overrode hers.

“It’s about time you rolled out of bed. Stop lurking and come all the way into the room.”

He shuffled into the room and sat next to Hermione, pulling her into a hug.

She smiled up at him and then reached for her tea.

“Good morning. Dean’s still asleep.” Sam’s voice was still thick with sleep and he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and yawned widely.

“I can’t imagine why…” Snape drawled. “I don’t have to since someone forgot to cast a ‘Silencio’ last night.” Snape moved out of the line of fire as Hermione choked and snorted tea out her nose.

She stood with as much dignity as possible. Sam was practically rolling on the floor and Severus sported a smug grin as she stomped from the room.

“Hermione.” She stopped in the door way and shot him a venomous glare. It melted when she saw that he was holding the silver torc. She grabbed it and fled the room. Jonathan was waiting for his breakfast.

Severus gave his explanation of the wedding jewelry to Sam. When he was finished, the young man was silent for so long that Severus wondered if he had been presumptuous in his choice of gift. Not that he necessarily cared what either Winchester thought, but his friendship with Hermione was important to him.

The older man was startled when Sam suddenly thrust his large hand into his personal space. He took it carefully and Sam shook it, his gaze solemn.

“Thank you Severus. I can’t thank you enough for everything you have done and are doing for us. I haven’t discussed this with Hermione yet, but I think she would agree with me. Would you be willing to be Jonathan’s Godfather?”

The Wizard regarded him silently, his expression grave. “I do not think you understand the implication of your request. Not many consider me worthy of friendship, much less worthy of that particular honor. Nevertheless, I agree that Hermione would most likely concur with your opinion. I will give your request serious consideration.” He cleared his throat and stood. “I have an errand I must complete before the ceremony. I will return in time to prepare you and your brother.” He apparated away with a loud ‘crack’.

There was a thump and then the sound of bare feet running down the hall. Dean burst into the kitchen in nothing but a pair of boxers and his favorite weapon, his wild eyes scanning the room.

“Chill dude. That was just Severus leaving.”

“He had to do that in the house?”

“I think I embarrassed him.”

“How did you manage that?”

“I asked him to be Jonathan’s Godfather.”

“What?”

Sam stood up and pushed Dean back toward the door. “Come on, we need to get ready.”

“Can I get a cup of coffee first?”

“Nope. No caffeine before the ritual.”

“Dude, that sucks.”

“You whine more than Jonathan dude.”

“Shut up bitch.”

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When Dean entered the living room, the air was charged with anticipation. He examined the scene before him and recalled the earlier admonishment of both Bobby and Snape.

Bobby had placed a cool looking torc on his neck and told him he needed to wear it all the time.

Dean had then been turned to face Snape and as the man began painting on his chest, the questions started.

“Is your family’s safety important to you Dean Winchester?”

“Dude, of course it is.”

Snape looked Dean in the eye and the younger man felt a tickling in the back of his mind. “For the remainder of the day, you will refrain from calling me dude or there will be no need for this ceremony.” He released Dean’s gaze and continued painting. “Now, is their safety important enough to you that you are willing to trust in the people gathered here to do what is necessary to ensure your family’s continued well being and protection?”

“Yes.”

“It is essential that you pay close attention to my instructions. Any deviation could result in a disaster of monstrous proportions. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Do NOT ask questions. Do not try to figure out what is happening or why. I know that this will be a difficult thing for you Mr. Winchester, but it is essential that you participate in this ceremony willingly, but without conscious knowledge of its purpose. I will ask the questions of Sam first and then you. If you at any point are unsure of what to do or say, look to your brother and follow his lead. Can you relinquish control and allow him to lead you for once in your life?”

“Yes.”

“Do you understand your role in this ceremony?”

“No.”

“Good. Don’t fuck it up.”

Snape finished painting the protection runes on Dean’s chest and left without a backward glance, leaving Bobby as the elder Winchester’s escort.

Bobby led Dean to the living room and both were amazed at its transformation. Snape was standing in front of the covered table by the front windows, looking washed out and solemn in his white robes. In fact, everyone was in white. Bobby was wearing robes similar to Snape. Sam matched Dean with white loose pants and bare chests marked by runes Dean didn’t recognize. Jonathan was in a plain white cloth diaper, a brass torc around his right ankle and Hermione wore a simple white shift so filmy, he could see… his startled eyes met her laughing ones and then Sam’s and he knew somehow, everything would be fine.

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A Torc is a rigid neckpiece(like a necklace) open at the front. The pictures are an example of the end finishes described.

Griffon torc :