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Charms and Potions

One-shot from a longer story I am working on. The main character is OC--Niamh McGonagall, niece of Minerva McGonagall. She's a charms professor at Hogwarts after living in the U.S. for the last 10 years. She and Severus fell in love during their 6th year in school. This is just a small piece.

Takes place during the first book.

Christmastime was upon Hogwarts. The castle glistened and gleamed with enchanted lights and candles. Holly and garland were strung up. Christmas trees adorned every free corner and space. Presents and bows glittered and the air surrounding the castle was of good tidings and joy. Niamh loved Christmas. Every year, after Thanksgiving, she and her father set up the decorations outside of their house in the States. It was done the Muggle way, which at first proved tedious, but then it became their favorite pastime. The first weekend of December, Niamh could pop to her grandmother’s for the weekend to put up her decorations–but she could wait until nightfall to do it with magic. Niamh was delighted and a little wistful. She missed her parents greatly during this time of year, but she resolved herself to make it a wonderful first Christmas with Severus. 

The week before the break was about to begin Niamh and Astrid were sitting in the lounge going over the presents they had gotten for their loved ones. Niamh was describing the new cravat pin that she purchased for Severus, among other things. When Potions Master came through the door with a gleeful smirk. Astrid looked at Severus and then glanced at Niamh. 

Astrid looked at the man in black and cocked an eyebrow, I don’t trust the look in your eye, Severus. This never seems to end well for someone. 

Severus clasped his arms behind his back and walked toward the women, I have no idea what you mean, Professor Diggory. I am simply enjoying the festive nature of the season. 

Niamh rolled her eyes and then narrowed her gaze at him. She gave him an incredulous look, Severus, what did you do? 

Severus looked at her with outrage, Why do you assume that I have done anything? What if something was asked of me? 

Niamh shut her eyes and fell back on the sofa. Astrid looked from Niamh to Severus and then said, Wait, what’s happening? 

Niamh pinched the bridge of her nose, I suspect we are going to find out in three, two…

Minerva’s voice thundered in the hallway as the lounge door flew open, WHERE IS HE? 

Niamh looked over at Astrid, One. 

Astrid giggled, Off to the races. Astrid looked at Niamh as Severus took a seat in the chair next to Astrid. He crossed his leg over his knee with a smirk. 

Minerva flumed toward him. Her voice grew calm and dangerous, What do you think you are doing? 

Severus clasped his hands as he leaned his elbows on the arms of his chair. He looked over to Minerva in nonchalance, Minerva, I think your question should be what has Albus asked me to do? Your–

She rounded on him in anger, Don’t you dare try to get out of this, Severus. You know exactly what you are doing. 

Niamh huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, and Astrid leaned into her, How long has it been since their last fight? 

Niamh looked at her watch and then the calendar hanging over a countertop, Uh, 3 days. I think. It’s become white noise at this point. 

Severus ignored the two women on the sofa looking at Minerva and softly said, " Aunt Min…

Minerva rounded on him as she shouted, DON’T YOU AUNT MIN, ME, BOYO. THIS IS CERTAINLY NOT THE TIME TO PLAY THAT CARD. 

Astrid burst into a loud laughter as Niamh stood, Will you two stop it? What the hell happened?

Severus looked at Niamh, Your aunt is upset that I am going to referee the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. 

Minerva seethed, Your idiot husband thinks this a good way to protect Potter–completely neglecting his bias and hatred toward our house. 

Severus placed his hand on his chest, his voice was full of mirth, Minerva, I deeply resent that accusation. How can I harbor any hatred toward your house when I am in fact marrying into Gryffindor. I am simply doing what Albus has asked of me. 

Minerva started to yell at Severus as Nimah stepped forward. Niamh threw her head back, sighed, as she raised her voice, Christ. ENOUGH!

Severus and Minerva dropped their mouths open and stared at Niamh in shock. It wasn’t often that she raised her voice in anger or annoyance. Astrid folded herself into the sofa as her eyes streamed with tears with laughter. Severus looked over to her with a chuckle–Niamh deeply resented at this moment that Astrid and Severus got along so well. She felt like she was trying to diffuse a bomb. Niamh looked at her aunt and then to Severus. She started to pace around the room as Minerva huffed and brooded with her arms folded over her chest. Severus sat like a kid on Christmas. 

Niamh pointed at Severus, You know exactly what you are doing, and don’t try to deny it. I don’t care that Uncle Albus asked you to do this. You should not be chortling in Aunt Min’s face. Minerva grunted in agreement and then Nimah turned to face her aunt, And, you, Aunt Min–

Watch it, young lady. 

Niamh huffed and placed her hands on her hips, Aunt Minerva. Astrid and Severus whipped their heads around to see how Minerva was going to react. Minerva dropped her arms and adopted a shocked look. Niamh continued, While I sometimes share your sentiment about my idiot–She looked at Severus with scowl–husband. Severus scrunched his face in annoyance and started to protest. Niamh held her hand up to his face and continued,  I do believe the larger objective here is to protect Potter. After what was pulled at the last match. Niamh sighed, It somewhat makes sense. Minerva started to sputter and rage. Niamh held up her hand to her aunt this time. She pointed at Severus again in annoyance, Severus, you know damn well I will know if you call a fair game or not. And, if there is any type of bias or bad call. She looked at him with narrowed eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest, I will ensure that you and Sybil will be seated next to each other at every meal and meeting until the end of the year. 

Severus looked at her, dismayed, Niamh, no, you wouldn’t. 

Minerva hooted and cheered behind them. Niamh pointed at her, I would. She turned to her aunt, And, as for you, the same punishment goes for you if you give him a hard time in any capacity. Got it? 

Minerva’s arms fell to her sides, You can’t do that to me. I am your boss–and your godmother. 

Niamh placed her hands on her hips, Yeah, well, I have to live with my idiot husband–. She pointed to Severus.

Severus looked up and said, I would appreciate it if everyone would stop calling me an idiot. 

Niamh ignored him, –and it only makes my life more difficult when you are making his life difficult. And, honestly, vice versa. Now, this match is 3 months away. If I have to endure this for 3 months–I will lock you both in the dungeons. 

Minerva and Severus huffed and looked at each other. Niamh stared at them angrily until they both vaguely nodded in agreement. Astrid looked at Niamh in awe, Where have you been all these years? We needed you like 10 years ago, Niamh. 

Niam’s face relaxed with a smirk, You really think that’s going to last–I give it until tomorrow until I have to remind them of my threat. 

Astrid stood and linked her arm under Niamh’s, True, but it’s quite entertaining to watch. Come on, let’s get to dinner–I am starving. 

The four of them walked into the Great Hall and up to the High Table. Minerva took her seat next to Albus. As Niamh was going to sit, in between Severus and Minvera, she saw Sybil Trelawny approach the table. She teetered as she walked and looked generally spooked to be out of her tower. Niamh took Sybil’s arm and said warmly, Sybil, so good to see you! I feel like I haven’t had time to catch up with you. 

Sybil smiled brightly and touched Niamh’s arm, Oh, Niamh! Yes, thank you, dear. I so rarely come down–I have to give the spirit a break, you understand. 

Niamh nodded with a smile, Of course! I got quite far with Divination–it can take its toll. Niamh felt the eye rolls from Severus and Minerva. 

Sybil brightened at Niamh’s words. Niamh realized there were a rare few that actually understood or tried to talk with her. Sybil touched her hand, Too right, my dear. Are you sitting here? 

Niamh saw Severus’s and Minerva’s heads whip in her direction. Niamh smirked and saw an open seat next to Astrid on the other side of the table. Niamh patted her arm, Oh, no, Sybil, you go right ahead. I just remembered that I needed to speak to Astrid about something during dinner. Severus and Minerva huffed and stared at each other. As Niamh bounced down the table to take her seat with Astrid. 

Niamh sat and saw the murderous looks that Severus and Minerva gave her from their places. Astrid leaned in with a laugh, There is no way you planned this. 

Niamh laughed loudly as she threw her head back, No, I did not. It seems God is smiling at me today–this shows Aunt Min and Severus that I am not messing around. She glanced at Severus and Aunt Min as she continued, However, I do feel like I will get a talking to after dinner. 

Astrid laughed, From which one? 

Niamh sipped her wine with a smirk, Dealer’s choice, Ast. 

Throughout dinner, Minerva and Severus spent their evening rolling their eyes, pretending to seem faintly interested in what Sybil was saying, and casting angry glances at Niamh. When Sybill finally stood from her place, Severus leaned over to Minerva and whispered conspiratory, How are we going to get back at Niamh?

Minerva grinned mischievously, Who is someone she cannot stand? 

Severus looked around the table and huffed, Dear God, she’s friendly with everyone on the staff. Damn it. 

Minerva looked around, Why does she have to be so well liked? This is annoying. 

Severus scanned the table, She’s even friendly with Septima and Irma. 

Minerva scanned and her eyes came to Simon Thornhill, What about him? She nodded her head in his direction. 

Severus growled lowly, What about him? 

Minerva scrunched her face, She absolutely cannot stand Simon. 

Severus grunted, Neither can I. After he made a pass at Niamh, every time I see him I want to throttle him across the Great Hall. He still looks at her too long for my liking. 

Minerva smirked and said, Severus, as much as I appreciate how you protect my niece, you cannot help that someone looks at her. 

Severus scrunched his face, Trust me, Minerva, if I could, I would. 

Minerva rolled her eyes, Well, I don’t think we should go quite that far. We want to embarrass her, not give her a coronary. 

Severus’ head whipped toward Minerva, That’s it. I’ve got it. 

Minerva looked at him with an arched eyebrow, What are you thinking, Severus? 

He smirked tightly, What’s the one thing you are always lecturing us about–despite the fact we have never given you cause to worry or lecture once?

Minerva took a sip of her wine, You two fooling around the castle like students. 

Severus laughed, Which we have never given you just cause to do, have we? 

Minerva scoffed, That I am aware of–yet, at some point I will always find out. 

Orion craned his head toward the pair and laughed toward Severus, Is Minnie here giving you hell about your tryst behind the One-Eyed Witch statue last week? 

Minerva snapped her head toward Severus and scowled at him. Severus pinched the bridge of his nose and hung his head in defeat. He looked at Orion, No, big mouth. 

Orion looked from Minerva to Severus and demurred, Oh, whoops. Sorry, Sev. 

Severus stood quickly before Minerva could say anything. He moved quickly from his place and started down the aisle. To his chagrin, the almost 60 year old witch caught up with him. She grabbed his arm, What was this tryst Orion was talking about, Severus? 

Severus grabbed her arm angrily and growled at her, Keep your voice down, Minerva. He ushered her outside of the Great Hall. He looked at her. Her eyes weren’t angry, but her arms were crossed over her chest. There was a mischievous smile that she fought off. Severus huffed loudly, but then brought his voice to a whisper, Niamh and I just kissed behind the One-Eyed Witch statue. Nothing more. He held up his hands, I swear. And, it was my fault anyway. I heard her walking by and I–. He looked down and fiddled with his hands. He dropped them to his sides, I wanted to be spontaneous and romantic. 

Minerva appraised him and fought a smile. She nodded her head curtly, Okay, then. 

Severus looked up at her in surprise, You’re not mad? 

Minerva shook her head and then linked her arm through his, No, son, I am not. Honestly, I think it’s incredibly sweet that you go out of your way to make Niamh feel special. Do I wish you would keep it inside of your rooms? Yes. But, no harm, no foul. She wagged her head from side to side, I guess, since the two of you didn’t get this chance when you were students here, and I understand if you want to make up for some things. It’s sweet. 

Severus blushed slightly, I guess that it is. In truth, it’s very easy with her–to drop the facade. I don’t feel like I have to hide. I don’t feel like a shell of myself with her. And, I am very grateful for that. But, I don’t want Niamh to feel like I can’t break this character. She deserves someone that will love her all the time, not just behind closed doors. 

Minerva patted his arm and gave him a sweet, loving smile, Oh, darling. I take it you have told her this, hm? 

Severus nodded, In so many words, but yes. I have. 

Minerva nodded, Good, I am glad. But, Severus, you do love Niamh all the time. It is very evident–at least to the people who actually know you. You listen to her, you take care of her, you comfort her, and you support her. And, more importantly, you have never asked her to be anything but herself. That, Severus, is the greatest way to show your love for her. 

Severus patted the hand that she had placed on his arm and smiled at her, Does this mean you are mad about the Gryffindor/Hufflepuff match anymore? 

Minerva contorted her face into a grimace. She glanced over at him and sighed, Fine. I guess I can let it go for now–but, Severus, I’m watching you. 

Severus looked over at her, I know, I know. Between you and Niamh, I won’t step one foot out of line. 

Minerva laughed, Who are you more afraid of, son? Me or your wife? 

Severus chuckled, I have to live with my wife, so obviously her–however, that doesn’t mean you aren’t a close second. 

Good, she gave him a satisfied nod. 

Severus patted her hand, Now, you want to hear my plan on how to get back at Niamh for her stunt at dinner. Minerva ‘s eyes gleamed with mischief, and Severus gave her a curious look. He regarded her, Minerva, by that look in your eye–it’s some old self of you shining through. Were you a troublemaker in school? 

Minerva pursed her lips and tilted her nose in the air, How dare you? I was Head Girl, I will have you know. 

As Severus and Minerva were walking down the corridor, Poppy came up behind them with a scoff, Ach, Severus, don’t let Minerva fool you. Niamh get’s her spirit from somewhere. Min, tell Severus how you charmed the suits of armor to fight a battle in the Great Hall your 6th year. Poppy kept walking down the hallway, humming to herself happily. 

Minerva blanched at Poppy’s comment and nervously looked at Severus, who grinned at her, Minerva, you’re kidding.

Minerva closed her eyes and sighed, Okay, maybe there were one or two things. 

The pair heard Poppy’s voice down the hall, She should also tell you about how she transfigured all Slytherin House water goblets into birds and they flew away. 

Minerva’s voice rose and octave, Poppy! Severus arched an eyebrow at her and Minerva leveled him a glare, Don’t give me that look! It was after I was badly fouled in the last match I played! They absolutely deserved it! 

Severus rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm, I’ll get it go. For now. Minerva grunted and continued walking. Severus pulled her close, Now, I want you to meet us in the Astronomy Tower in about an hour or so, okay? 

Minerva looked at him in shock, Severus, I am not going to walk in while you two are, she shook her hands in front of her to imply her meaning. 

Severus rolled his eyes, Don’t be daft, woman. Of course not. I will keep it family friendly, Scout’s Honor. 

Minerva rolled her eyes, You were a Scout? 

Severus shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, No, it just felt like something I should say. 

Minerva smirked and nodded, You think this is really going to get her goat? 

Severus gave her a mischievous grin, I do. Especially now that you know about the One-Eyed Witch. You have free reign to play up the dramatics. 

Minerva looked at him with an incredulous stare, I am not dramatic. 

Severus snorted a laugh, Okay, Minerva, whatever you say. 

Severus walked back to his room.  When he walked through his portrait, Niamh was sitting on the sofa–she hadn’t changed from the day. She was sitting reading her book. Severus held out his hand, Come on, love. I want to show you something. 

Niamh gave him a curious look, Where are we going? 

Severus said with a smile, Astronomy Tower. 

Niamh shut her book and stood. She walked to Severus and looked up at him, What do you want to show me? 

It’s a surprise. 

Niamh crossed her arms over her chest, You said the same thing last week, and it ended with me being bent over your desk. Severus grabbed her shoulders. He gave her a winsome, boyish smile. Niamh laughed and hit him in the shoulder, Oh my God, you’re just as bad as the kids! You really have regressed to a big teenager. 

Severus wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, Well, this wouldn’t happen if you weren’t around. 

Do not blame me for your bad behavior!

Severus leaned down to kiss her, Come on, let’s take a stroll around the castle. 

Niamh nodded and grabbed his hand, You better keep your pants on, professor. Or I will leave you in the Astronomy Tower. The couple slipped through Severus’ portrait into the dungeons. Niamh slipped her arm through his. Severus looked down at Niamh who smiled up at him, What? You and Aunt Min walk like this, I see no reason why we can’t. 

Severus rolled his eyes and looked around, Okay, okay. I will allow it, for now. 

Niamh scrunched her nose, Oh, you love it. 

They strolled through the castle. It was a Friday night, and everything was relatively quiet. There were some teachers flitting about, a few students moving back from the library toward their Houses. Severus and Niamh talked quietly. Severus’ face, when needed, remained impassive and stoic. Niamh, however, remained animated. As she was telling a particularly funny story, she gestured with her hands. She laughed as she spoke, drawing Severus into her. Niamh touched his shoulder and fell into a fit of giggles and laughter. 

Severus reached for her waist to steady her as a soft smile spread over his face. Niamh linked her arm through his again. They continued their night stroll as they ran into Hermione who was walking and levitating a book in front of her, carrying two more in her hands. Niamh stopped and Severus stopped with her. She didn’t remove her arm from his. She looked at the young witch walking. Hermione was so engrossed in what she was reading, that she didn’t see her professors watching her. Niamh waited for her to get closer, until she reached out and grabbed the book that was floating in front of her face. Hermione followed the book with her eyes and blushed when she saw Niamh and Severus standing next to her. 

Severus cocked an eyebrow in her direction, still miffed about the Blue Bell Flames. Niamh looked down at the young witch and tutted, Miss Granger, while your focus is impressive, remember I warned you about walking and reading. 

Niamh closed the book and placed it on the pile that Hermione was carrying. She demurred, Sorry, professor. I was so wrapped up in reading something and I just started down the corridor. 

Severus watched Niamh with the young girl. His heart swelled slightly. I loved seeing this side of Niamh–it was nurturing and caring. Her love and compassion was all encompassing and evident when you spoke to her. This was the love and compassion that she gave him. He rarely was able to see this side of her in action and touched his heart. He felt his face slip into a devoted gaze. He forced his face to be impassive. Niamh smiled at the young witch, Oh, I completely understand–why do you think I warned you? I had an unfortunate incident running into Professor Slughorn one night coming back from the library. I almost knocked him to the floor. Niamh laughed heartily as Hermione joined her with soft giggles. Niamh patted the girl on the shoulder, Just be careful, Miss Granger. 

Hermione started away with a laugh, I will! Thank you. Have a good night, professors! 

Niamh looked over at Severus, whose face was fixed in a scowl. Niamh rolled her eyes, Oh, please. You still can’t be mad at a child, Sev. 

She set me on fire. 

Because she thought you were hurting her friend–it’s laudable that she defended her friend. 

Severus looked at her in shock, Niamh, a student set your husband on fire. 

Niamh wrapped her arms around his as he grumbled. She leaned up and kissed his cheek, She doesn’t know that we know, darling. 

Severus stopped in the middle of the corridor as Niamh continued walking, Niamh, she set me on fire. 

Niamh looked back at him and rolled her eyes. She then walked to him. She looked around her and then draped her arms over his shoulders and placed a sound kiss on his lips. His face was fixed in a scowl. His arms were crossed over his chest. She looked up at him sweetly, Oh, my poor Potions Master. She rubbed his arms. 

The ends of Severus’ lips quirked, but he tried to maintain a steely composure. He tipped his chin at her, I feel like you aren’t taking me seriously. 

Niamh grabbed his hands and set them about her waist. Severus held her loosely, and kept his chin tipped upward. Niamh pecked his chin and then started to place kisses on his jawline. She rubbed her hands over his chest. She purred softly, Oh, darling, of course I am taking you seriously. What would you like me to do? Take House Points away? Give her detention for a year? Her fingers traced lines up and down his jawline and lips. She gave him a sultry stare. 

His hands wrapped more firmly around her as he huffed. She saw his eyes darken as she pecked him on the lips again. Severus pulled her closer, I can think of a few other things that I would like you to do. 

Niamh rolled her eyes and then pushed him back slightly. Niamh started to walk down the hallway. Severus watched her move as she looked back over her shoulder, Coming, professor? I can always help you with that, too. 

Severus’ eyes widened and shifted around the hallway. He smirked and quickened his step to catch up with Niamh. They came to the bottom of the steps to the Astronomy Tower. Niamh groaned and then looked over at Severus. Severus kissed her on the cheek and chuckled, I can’t Apparate us up there. 

Niamh stepped in front of him and started to play with the buttons on his cloak. She looked up at him with battled eyelashes, You could carry me up there. 

Severus gripped her waist and hips. She started kissing his jawline and chin. Severus pulled her closer to him, trying to maintain focus, Absolutely not. You can do it, you just don’t want to. 

Niamh ran her hands over his chest and captured his lips in a sensual kiss. She batted her eyelashes again, But, Sev, her voice slipped into a flirty whine, I have bad knees.

Severus groaned slightly. His eyes shifted down the dark corner behind the steps. He pulled her and started to walk her back toward the corner. He kissed her as his hands roamed over her hips as they gripped her behind. He pushed her against the wall. Niamh lightly giggled. He kissed her deeply as he started to unzip the high neckline for her robe.

He pushed the fabric down and started a passionate assault on her neck. He grinned from his place, You do not have bad knees. His hand grasped the swell of her breast as his other hand started to pull up the hem of her robe. He kissed her again. Niamh mewed as the feel of his hand against her thigh. Severus nibbled at her bottom lip, You have a bad hip and a bad shoulder. Severus’ gripped her hip as his fingers teased the fabric of her underwear. 

Niamh grinned as he kissed her and ran her hand down his chest to his stomach. She gripped his shoulder as her hand traveled to the front of his trousers. Severus’ forehead touched her neck. He puffed out a breath. Severus made a soft bite at her neck. Niamh moaned softly as she chuckled, Sev, how could you possibly know that? I never really think about it. 

Severus slipped his fingers between Niamh’s thigh over her clothed sex. Niamh bit her bottom lip and grasped his shoulders tightly. Severus nibbled her neck and collarbone. As his fingers traveled slowly up and down her sex. Niamh stifled a moan. Severus captured her lips in a kiss, as she moaned slightly louder. His lips traveled to her ear and down her neck. He kissed her delicately and smirked into her skin, You fall asleep on your left side, because your right side hurts sometimes. He removed his hand from between her thighs and held her closely. Niamh slightly whined but then leaned against his chest. He kissed her as he zipped her robe back up. He kissed the corner of her mouth, But, you always manage to wake up on your right side and always have to shake the cobwebs off in the morning. 

Niamh laid back against the wall and looked up at him with a devoted look, You figured that out in the short time we have been together? 

Severus nodded as he held her, Well, it’s not hard to figure out, my beloved, we have shared a bed pretty consistently for the last 5 months–give or take a few miserable nights. Niamh rolled her eyes with a smile as she softly ran her hands over his cheeks and jaw and kissed him tenderly. Severus touched her nose, and I also watched you shatter the right side of your body at the end of our 6th year. 

Niamh winced again subtly as if remembering the pain. Severus held her tightly. Niamh settled into his embrace and kissed him. She looked up at him. Love shone in her eyes. Severus touched his forehead to her’s. Niamh closed her eyes and nuzzled her nose into his. She said in a whisper, I guess potions and magic only goes so far. She pecked at his lips, How could you possibly remember that? 

Severus grazed his finger against her cheek, Niamh, I watched the woman I love be throttled to the ground from 10 feet in the air at a speed that was much too fast for my liking. 

Niamh closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Niamh rested her head on his cheek, And before that, I was knocked off my broom by that Beater–that’s how I broke my hand. I still think that Eleanor Ellsmere should have been in Gryffindor. 

Severus backed away and grabbed her hand, I always wanted her for Slytherin–she was ruthless on the pitch. Severus kissed her as he pulled her hand up the stairs. He watched her ascend and his heart flipped slightly. His breath caught. The moonlight shone on her hair and her beautiful blue robes. She picked up the hem of her robe. She looked up at him with what he thought was adoration. His heart flipped again. He stopped on the stairs and pulled her into a tender kiss. 

Niamh smiled into his kiss and then said, Oh, I like this incentive. How about every 10 steps you stop and kiss me? 

Severus gripped her hand more tightly, Niamh, I am already happy I can hold your hand in a stairwell. 

Niamh rolled her eyes with a laugh, No wonder why Aunt Min lectures us all the time. Severus remembered why they were headed up to the Astronomy Tower. There was something that he wanted to show Niamh, but the mention of her aunt brought him back to reality. And, then he remembered that Niamh made him sit next to Sybil at dinner. He smirked slightly, but then thought about how he let loose the dogs of war. Severus figured it was a wonderfully romantic moment that he was having here, and her aunt was going to ruin it. By his decision. He resolved to do the romantic thing after Minerva left. It would serve as a reminder as to why Niamh shouldn’t throw him from the Astronomy Tower. Niamh looked up at him with a curious look. Severus grabbed her toward him. His hand went to her waist, and his other hand held it up higher and began to dance around the landing. Severus kissed her as Niamh smiled up at him, Severus, this is all very romantic. 

Good. He kissed her temple. He danced her around a few more times. He hummed the melody of “Into the Mystic '' into her ear. He kissed her again, When I saw you dancing in your grandmother’s kitchen, I fell in love with you all over again. 

Niamh curled into him. She closed her eyes and relished this small thing they were able to do in the halls of Hogwarts. Severus moved Niamh back and turned her slightly. Niamh giggled as Severus danced her up the stairs. Niamh grabbed his hand and leaned into him. She sighed, Sev, sweetheart, this is almost too much. 

Severus kissed her hand as they continued their climb. He looked at her softly and said, Niamh, my love, it is so rare that I get to show you publicly how much I love you.

They came to the stop of the steps and the chill of the air washed over them.. Severus walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He walked her to the balcony and leaned against one of the pillars. Niamh leaned against him as they looked out to the sky. The slight glow of Hogsmeade flickered under them. Niamh turned in his arms and draped her arms around Severus’ neck. Niamh kissed Severus soundly. Severus went to deepen the kiss. His hands went to her waist and then traveled to the swell of her breasts. Niamh smiled into his kiss as she started to undo his cravat. Severus gripped her as one hand reached to unzip her robe at the neck. He nuzzled his face into her exposed skin Niamh pushed herself into him with a soft gasp. She worked at the buttons on his cloak. Severus’ forgot all about Minerva as he started to bunch at Niamh’s skirts trying to find her bare thigh. Niamh’s hands found his belt and she started to undo it. When she got it through the loops and suddenly the belt flew out of her hands. Niamh’s shot up and looked around to find her Aunt Minerva staring angrily at them. Severus followed Niamh’s eyes and jumped slightly. A squeak of fear escaped Niamh’s mouth as she started to burrow herself into Severus and threw his billowy cloak over to herself to hide. 

Minerva’s voice was raised an octave, When Peeves told me he saw two people come up here–I assumed it was students. It seems that he was close. 

Severus tried to disengage from Niamh, but she held on. He hissed at her softly, Niamh, get off. He nervously looked at Minerva who was trying to hide her laughter behind her stern glare. Severus then remembered he was in on the joke. He smirked back and threw off his cloak off Niamh. 

Minerva tried to hide her humor as she crossed her arms over her chest. Niamh stood nervously, but kept her head down. Minerva stared at her, I cannot believe it! The two of you acting like a bunch of teenagers. She turned her back slightly so Niamh didn’t see her smirk, It’s bad enough that I have to catch kids in the corridors, now I have to worry about my teachers. Niamh stared at the ground, but rolled her eyes. Minerva caught the expression and turned with a slight bit of fury, Did you just roll your eyes at me, young lady? 

Severus pressed his lips tightly together and looked away. Minerva now sounded angry, it was only a matter of time before he caught the end of her ire. Niamh lifted her head. Severus examined her expression and suppressed his grin. She looked like an annoyed teenager that was about to get grounded. Severus bit his lip as slight chuckle escaped his lips—the death knell. Minerva’s head zeroed in on Severus as he gulped slightly. He wasn’t sure anymore if this was a joke. 

And, what are you smirking about over there, laddie? Don’t you dare think you’re an innocent party. Your hand up my niece’s skirt. 

Niamh looked to the ceiling, Aunt Min, please. This is embarrassing! 

Minerva turned to Niamh, Embarrassing! She laughed loudly. Severus cringed slightly, this couldn’t be good. He was silently cursing himself for his ruse. Minerva continued, What’s embarrassing is the fact that your robes are practically hanging off your shoulders! She walked over to Niamh and grasped her by the chin. She pulled Niamh’s chin to the side, exposing a purplish mark on her neck. Her eyes narrowed. Severus dropped his head and covered his eyes. Niamh groaned slightly as she held her eyes closed. She could feel her aunt’s anger coming to the surface. She silently stepped away from Niamh who exhaled a large breath and quickly zipped up the neckline of her robes. Niamh followed Minerva with her eyes as she stopped in front of Severus. 

Severus now was completely sure Minerva was angry now. The look in her eyes was more dangerous than when they argued about Quidditch. Severus put up his hands, Minerva, I can explain. You know I would never hurt her! 

Minerva drew her wand, Give me one reason why I shouldn’t launch you from this tower, Severus. 

Severus searched her face. In his fear he missed the mischievous glint in Minerva’s eyes. Her wand was pointed at his chest and Niamh quickly exclaimed, It’s a hickey, Aunt Min! Aunt Min narrowed her eyes. Niamh added, A love bite! Niamh brought her hands over her head and tried to shield her head in her embarrassment. 

Minerva tipped her chin and looked at Severus, a little less severely. She scoffed and started to walk back to the center of the room, Of, all of the things to deal with. First, the statue of the One-Eyed Witch and now this. Niamh groaned and threw her hands up in the air and covered her face with her hands. She bent at the waist and wanted to burrow into the ground. Minerva threw her hands out at her sides. Her voice was demanding and angry, Any other secret trysts I should know about? Hm? She looked directly as Severus. 

Severus immediately panicked; completely missing the smirk on her face. He blurted out nervously, Quidditch Pitch–we had sex on the Quidditch Pitch. 

Niamh stood and angrily cried, SEVERUS!

Minerva’s eyes widened and then her mouth dropped. She stared at him in disbelief and then shifted her eyes to Niamh. Her mouth opened and closed several times before she whispered, I am at a loss for words. 

Niam groaned, Oh my God. 

Severus cringed at his admission. A scarlet flush rose up his neck to his cheeks. The room was in complete silence. Niamh’s body was turned away from everyone. She thought dully that she would throw herself from the Tower. Severus looked at Minerva nervously. Minerva’s eyes shifted from Severus to Niamh. She couldn’t deny that she was slightly miffed and shocked, but she wasn’t angry. Minerva’s eyes crinkled at the sides. Severus looked at her dumbfounded. Minerva started to laugh loudly. She grabbed her stomach as she walked toward Severus. She laughed the entire way until she braced herself against his shoulder. Niamh turned swiftly in her place  and stared at the two of them. Niamh looked between the two. Severus looked nervously from Niamh to Minerva. Niamh’s face was twisted in annoyance and flushed from embarrassment. Severus studied that Minerva was still laughing, which made him start to chuckle slightly. 

Niamh’s eyes widened as she stepped toward them, Of all the things! 

Minerva waved her hand at Niamh and looked at Severus, Severus, I never took you for such a good actor���you really did look scared. And, that detail about the Quidditch Pitch? Very convincing. Worry washed over Severus’ face again as Minerva stopped laughing, Oh my God. 

Severus put up his hands, Minerva, I thought you were really angry. 

Oh. My. God. 

Minerva, don’t overreact–no one saw. 

OH MY GOD. 

Niamh propped herself on a nearby box and braced herself for the lecture. She looked at Severus and muttered, Some genius you are. 

Severus whipped his head toward her as Minerva rounded on Niamh. She crept closer as Severus tailed behind. Minerva hissed through her teeth, Are you kidding me? What if someone saw you? 

Severus added not so helpfully from behind her, There was a Disillusionment Charm–and a strong one. Minerva turned her head and scowled at Severus. 

Niamh made a face at Severus to stop talking and then said to aunt, No one saw us, Aunt Min. 

That’s not the point–it’s incredibly…She stopped mid-sentence and looked at Niamh. Her face was contrite and embarrassed. Minerva also realized that she herself didn’t have much of a leg to stand on. She dropped her hands to her sides and huffed, I would just prefer if you kept your amorous activities to the bed room. From now on. 

Niamh and Severus exhaled audibly. Niamh fixed her aunt a quizzical look, You’re not going to yell at us? 

Minerva sat down on a box and said in resignation, No, I’m not. She sighed deeply, I can’t reprimand you for something that I did myself. 

Severus groaned, Oh, for Merlin’s sake! 

Minerva laughter rang out around the tower. Niamh looked at her aunt with an impressed expression. Niamh started laughing with her aunt, Well done, you. 

Don’t be crass, Niamh, she said with a smirk. Niamh rolled her eyes with a smile. 

Severus looked at the two women and started to walk off, Well, I am going to drown myself in the Black Lake. What bait should I give the Giant Squid?

Minerva waved him over, Oh, with the dramatics, lad. She stood. She looked at Niamh, This was supposed to be a joke Severus and I played on you for sitting Sybill between us. However, it seems that it got a little out of hand. 

Niamh shook her head with a smile, Ah, I see. She motioned her head to Severus, He ruined it, did he? 

Minerva laughed and patted Severus on the shoulder, I thought he was doing a bit. I knew he was too convincing! She laughed harder remembering the fear in his face. 

Niamh giggled, Well, it does think you’re a scary lady. Sometimes. 

Severus groaned again and then whined, Niamh, come on!  

Minerva laughed as she waved her hand, Oh, please, why do you think I turned up the ire, Severus? I had to punish you a little after last week. 

Niamh started at her aunt, But, how did you find out about the One-Eyed Witch? Minerva and Severus gave her an exasperated expression, and Niamh scrunched up her face, Goddamn it, Orion. 

Minerva started to walk toward the steps and turned around with a laugh, I will leave you, now. But, seriously, keep your clothes on. She noticed Severus’ belt and levitated it toward him with a smirk. Severus blushed furiously and grabbed it in the air. Minerva started down the steps and yelled, Good night, children. Remember—I will always find out. 

Severus quickly threaded his belt through his pant loops and started for the stairs in a rush. Niamh called after him, Severus, where are you going? 

He turned around and gave her a surprised look, As far away from you as possible! 

Niamh’s mouth dropped open, What, why? I didn’t do anything! You were the one that told her! 

Severus stepped closer with a laugh, I was expecting you to throw something at me. 

Niamh looked around and smirked, Honey, I have nothing to throw! And, besides, I am not that mad after Aunt Min’s confession–

He held up his hand, Please, don’t. 

Niamh rolled her eyes and drew herself closer to him. She placed her hands on his shoulder and smiled, Was there something that you wanted to show me? We came up all this way, I figured it was some grand scheme of your’s–I just didn’t expect that comedy of errors. 

Severus wrapped her in his arms and kissed her cheek, That last part was not part of the plan, darling. It was just supposed to be a little fun. 

Niamh laughed and draped her arms over his shoulders, It seems that when you plan little jokes, they always backfire, hm? 

Severus kissed her cheek and then walked her backwards. He took her hand and spun her around and led her to the large telescope in the middle of the room. Severus placed a hand on her hips and positioned her in front of the telescope. Severus kissed her temple with a smile, I want to show you something. 

Niamh looked over her shoulder with a smirk. She gave him a warning look, Severus…

Severus kissed her neck with a smile, Oh, don’t look at me like that. I want you to look through the telescope. 

Niamh laughed as she grasped his hands and leaned her head against his chest, Okay, okay. What is it that you want to show me? 

Severus leaned in and looked through the telescope. He turned a small dial with precision and moved it slightly to the left. He hummed absently and then said, Ah, here it is. Here, love, have a look. 

Niamh arched an eyebrow and looked at him. She smiled and then leaned down to look through the telescope. She pursed her lips and squinted. She looked up at him in confusion, Severus, am I supposed to know what I am looking at? I am not very good with Astronomy. 

Severus came behind her as she looked into the telescope again. He grabbed her hand and led her to the balcony. Niamh placed her hands on the railing as Severus held her by the waist and pointed up at the sky, See, right there. The two constellations that look like stick figures. 

Niamh leaned back against him as her eyes followed his outstretched arm. She examined the sky until she saw what she was looking for. She saw what Severus had described and smiled, Ah, yes, yes. I see it. But, darling, what is it? 

Severus wrapped his other arm around her and kissed her cheek, Andromeda and Perseus. 

Niamh looked over at him and smiled, You have to explain that to me. 

Severus leaned into her as Niamh rested the side of her face on his chin. Severus pressed his lips softly to her skin and smiled, I finally know more about something than you do. 

Niamh settled into his embrace, You know many things more than I do, Sev, You are a genius after all. She smiled as she dropped her head. 

Severus held her tight and chuckled, I will take that, even if it was meant sarcastically. 

Niamh nudged him with her elbow, Tell me the story, love. 

Severus rested his head on her shoulder, Well, you see, Andromeda’s parents chained her to a rock in order to stop a monster from destroying their kingdom–hubris because her parents said that Andromeda was more beautiful than Posideon’s children. So, as she is chained to a rock, Perseus comes along. His original plan was to slay Medusa. Which he was able to do. But, he fell in love with Andromeda. He held Niamh tighter. Andromeda, however, was promised to some wanker name Phineus–

Niamh huffed a laugh and said, –is that historical term, Sev, wanker?

Hush, I’m doing a thing here. Niamh chuckled and leaned into his embrace. However, Perseus kills Medusa and then shows her head to Phineus, turning him to stone. He rescues Andromeda and they live happily ever after. The myth is that their love story was so eternal, they were immortalized in the stars. 

Niamh turned in his arms and ran her hands over his cheeks. She kissed him deeply and then laid her head on his chest, Written in the stars, hm? Nothing happened–they weren’t killed or parted? 

Severus kissed her head, Well, there is the whole damsel in distress thing and Andromeda doesn’t actually have her own story. It’s just framed by her relationships with men. The sexualization of her is a bit of a problem. 

Niamh looked up at him, Look at you and your feminist lens. Very good. She held him tighter. 

Severus kissed her with a smile, Well, I mean I was focused on the eternal love story and immortalized in the stars. But, yes, I did my research. 

Niamh settled her head against him, And, how did you think of this or find this? 

Severus looked up at the sky thinking nothing of how he found out this information, Aurora showed me the other day. She got me a small gift–a book, of course–He rolled his eyes with a laugh, I thought it would be some academic book–but it’s a novel I have never heard of, Breath of Magic, I think? He shrugged, It’s for helping her out on Christmas Day. 

Niamh looked up at him with a grin, And, then she showed you the constellations of two lovers in the stars? Or did you ask if she knew anything to show me?

Severus looked up at the sky and then down at her with a furrowed brow, Does she know about us? Niamh shook her head with a grin. Severus thought, You know, I didn’t ask. She just showed me and told me the story. 

Niamh chuckled, And you said, Oh, I must show my wife sometime. 

Severus looked down at her and grimaced, Should I have said that? I’m sorry. After she told me the story, I was completely plotting how to get you up here one night. 

Niamh kissed him softly, smiled, and touched his cheek, So busy plotting and thinking about me that you totally missed an attractive witch flirting with you. 

Severus’ brow furrowed more, What? Aurora wasn’t flirting with me–she was just saying thank you for helping her out. 

Niamh cocked her head, Sev, my genius, my darling, you really are thick sometimes. He went to protest, but Niamh’s hand came over his mouth, Shsh, Severus. That book that Aurora gave you? He nodded. She grinned, Did you read the back cover? 

Severus shook his head, No, it had a weird moon and broom on it��I just figured I would give it to you to read. It looked like the books that you read sometimes. Niamh waited for him to come to his own conclusion, Oh my God, it looks like the books that you read sometimes. 

Niamh nodded, It’s a romance book–and from what I understand, a trashy one. I think Astrid read it. And, then she showed you a constellation of two lovers. Severus, come on. She laughed into his chest. 

Severus looked down at her, Shouldn’t you be fuming mad? Or something? A woman made a pass at me! 

Niamh laughed harder, And, you didn’t even think she was making a pass at you! That’s why it’s funny! 

Severus held her tightly and kissed her, Because I was too busy thinking about you! 

Niamh held onto Severus tightly and smiled, I know. That’s why it’s so adorable. Severus gave her a good natured scowl. She placed her chin on his chest and looked up at him, I am surprised that she didn’t try to kiss you. 

Severus smirked, So, you think that’s why she stares at me all the time? Or always tries to sit near me at meetings? 

Niamh laughed, Yes! Aunt Min refers to her as your girlfriend. Aurora will walk into a meeting, look for you, and Aunt Min will nudge me and say, Your husband’s girlfriend is here. I find it humorous. And, Severus, I understand the risks that go along with people knowing your marital status–you don’t have to admit anything to Aurora. However, if she drinks too much at the Christmas party at the end of the week and tries anything with mistletoe–I will jinx her. 

Severus eyed her with intrigue, Oh, I like where this is going. 

Niamh gave him a steely stare, Don’t you dare lead her on or I will hex you instead. 

Severus huffed in defeat, You’re no fun. 

You have told me differently. 

Severus kissed her deeply and then smirked down at her, I lied.

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Luna: i made a marshmallow Professor Snape. See? His arms are crossed because he’s mad at all the marshmallow students for annoying him. You like it?

Professor Snape (choking up): It's fine.

[ladyredsclassroom]

abbey: the male idiotic theory stipulates that the reason men are more prone to injury and death is simply because they 'are idiots and idiots do stupid things'.

[ladyredsclassroom]

Charms and Potions

One-shot from a longer story I am working on. The main character is OC--Niamh McGonagall, niece of Minerva McGonagall. She's a charms professor at Hogwarts after living in the U.S. for the last 10 years. She and Severus fell in love during their 6th year in school. This is just a small piece.

Takes place during the first book.

Christmastime was upon Hogwarts. The castle glistened and gleamed with enchanted lights and candles. Holly and garland were strung up. Christmas trees adorned every free corner and space. Presents and bows glittered and the air surrounding the castle was of good tidings and joy. Niamh loved Christmas. Every year, after Thanksgiving, she and her father set up the decorations outside of their house in the States. It was done the Muggle way, which at first proved tedious, but then it became their favorite pastime. The first weekend of December, Niamh could pop to her grandmother’s for the weekend to put up her decorations–but she could wait until nightfall to do it with magic. Niamh was delighted and a little wistful. She missed her parents greatly during this time of year, but she resolved herself to make it a wonderful first Christmas with Severus. 

The week before the break was about to begin Niamh and Astrid were sitting in the lounge going over the presents they had gotten for their loved ones. Niamh was describing the new cravat pin that she purchased for Severus, among other things. When Potions Master came through the door with a gleeful smirk. Astrid looked at Severus and then glanced at Niamh. 

Astrid looked at the man in black and cocked an eyebrow, I don’t trust the look in your eye, Severus. This never seems to end well for someone. 

Severus clasped his arms behind his back and walked toward the women, I have no idea what you mean, Professor Diggory. I am simply enjoying the festive nature of the season. 

Niamh rolled her eyes and then narrowed her gaze at him. She gave him an incredulous look, Severus, what did you do? 

Severus looked at her with outrage, Why do you assume that I have done anything? What if something was asked of me? 

Niamh shut her eyes and fell back on the sofa. Astrid looked from Niamh to Severus and then said, Wait, what’s happening? 

Niamh pinched the bridge of her nose, I suspect we are going to find out in three, two…

Minerva’s voice thundered in the hallway as the lounge door flew open, WHERE IS HE? 

Niamh looked over at Astrid, One. 

Astrid giggled, Off to the races. Astrid looked at Niamh as Severus took a seat in the chair next to Astrid. He crossed his leg over his knee with a smirk. 

Minerva flumed toward him. Her voice grew calm and dangerous, What do you think you are doing? 

Severus clasped his hands as he leaned his elbows on the arms of his chair. He looked over to Minerva in nonchalance, Minerva, I think your question should be what has Albus asked me to do? Your–

She rounded on him in anger, Don’t you dare try to get out of this, Severus. You know exactly what you are doing. 

Niamh huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, and Astrid leaned into her, How long has it been since their last fight? 

Niamh looked at her watch and then the calendar hanging over a countertop, Uh, 3 days. I think. It’s become white noise at this point. 

Severus ignored the two women on the sofa looking at Minerva and softly said, " Aunt Min…

Minerva rounded on him as she shouted, DON’T YOU AUNT MIN, ME, BOYO. THIS IS CERTAINLY NOT THE TIME TO PLAY THAT CARD. 

Astrid burst into a loud laughter as Niamh stood, Will you two stop it? What the hell happened?

Severus looked at Niamh, Your aunt is upset that I am going to referee the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. 

Minerva seethed, Your idiot husband thinks this a good way to protect Potter–completely neglecting his bias and hatred toward our house. 

Severus placed his hand on his chest, his voice was full of mirth, Minerva, I deeply resent that accusation. How can I harbor any hatred toward your house when I am in fact marrying into Gryffindor. I am simply doing what Albus has asked of me. 

Minerva started to yell at Severus as Nimah stepped forward. Niamh threw her head back, sighed, as she raised her voice, Christ. ENOUGH!

Severus and Minerva dropped their mouths open and stared at Niamh in shock. It wasn’t often that she raised her voice in anger or annoyance. Astrid folded herself into the sofa as her eyes streamed with tears with laughter. Severus looked over to her with a chuckle–Niamh deeply resented at this moment that Astrid and Severus got along so well. She felt like she was trying to diffuse a bomb. Niamh looked at her aunt and then to Severus. She started to pace around the room as Minerva huffed and brooded with her arms folded over her chest. Severus sat like a kid on Christmas. 

Niamh pointed at Severus, You know exactly what you are doing, and don’t try to deny it. I don’t care that Uncle Albus asked you to do this. You should not be chortling in Aunt Min’s face. Minerva grunted in agreement and then Nimah turned to face her aunt, And, you, Aunt Min–

Watch it, young lady. 

Niamh huffed and placed her hands on her hips, Aunt Minerva. Astrid and Severus whipped their heads around to see how Minerva was going to react. Minerva dropped her arms and adopted a shocked look. Niamh continued, While I sometimes share your sentiment about my idiot–She looked at Severus with scowl–husband. Severus scrunched his face in annoyance and started to protest. Niamh held her hand up to his face and continued,  I do believe the larger objective here is to protect Potter. After what was pulled at the last match. Niamh sighed, It somewhat makes sense. Minerva started to sputter and rage. Niamh held up her hand to her aunt this time. She pointed at Severus again in annoyance, Severus, you know damn well I will know if you call a fair game or not. And, if there is any type of bias or bad call. She looked at him with narrowed eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest, I will ensure that you and Sybil will be seated next to each other at every meal and meeting until the end of the year. 

Severus looked at her, dismayed, Niamh, no, you wouldn’t. 

Minerva hooted and cheered behind them. Niamh pointed at her, I would. She turned to her aunt, And, as for you, the same punishment goes for you if you give him a hard time in any capacity. Got it? 

Minerva’s arms fell to her sides, You can’t do that to me. I am your boss–and your godmother. 

Niamh placed her hands on her hips, Yeah, well, I have to live with my idiot husband–. She pointed to Severus.

Severus looked up and said, I would appreciate it if everyone would stop calling me an idiot. 

Niamh ignored him, –and it only makes my life more difficult when you are making his life difficult. And, honestly, vice versa. Now, this match is 3 months away. If I have to endure this for 3 months–I will lock you both in the dungeons. 

Minerva and Severus huffed and looked at each other. Niamh stared at them angrily until they both vaguely nodded in agreement. Astrid looked at Niamh in awe, Where have you been all these years? We needed you like 10 years ago, Niamh. 

Niam’s face relaxed with a smirk, You really think that’s going to last–I give it until tomorrow until I have to remind them of my threat. 

Astrid stood and linked her arm under Niamh’s, True, but it’s quite entertaining to watch. Come on, let’s get to dinner–I am starving. 

The four of them walked into the Great Hall and up to the High Table. Minerva took her seat next to Albus. As Niamh was going to sit, in between Severus and Minvera, she saw Sybil Trelawny approach the table. She teetered as she walked and looked generally spooked to be out of her tower. Niamh took Sybil’s arm and said warmly, Sybil, so good to see you! I feel like I haven’t had time to catch up with you. 

Sybil smiled brightly and touched Niamh’s arm, Oh, Niamh! Yes, thank you, dear. I so rarely come down–I have to give the spirit a break, you understand. 

Niamh nodded with a smile, Of course! I got quite far with Divination–it can take its toll. Niamh felt the eye rolls from Severus and Minerva. 

Sybil brightened at Niamh’s words. Niamh realized there were a rare few that actually understood or tried to talk with her. Sybil touched her hand, Too right, my dear. Are you sitting here? 

Niamh saw Severus’s and Minerva’s heads whip in her direction. Niamh smirked and saw an open seat next to Astrid on the other side of the table. Niamh patted her arm, Oh, no, Sybil, you go right ahead. I just remembered that I needed to speak to Astrid about something during dinner. Severus and Minerva huffed and stared at each other. As Niamh bounced down the table to take her seat with Astrid. 

Niamh sat and saw the murderous looks that Severus and Minerva gave her from their places. Astrid leaned in with a laugh, There is no way you planned this. 

Niamh laughed loudly as she threw her head back, No, I did not. It seems God is smiling at me today–this shows Aunt Min and Severus that I am not messing around. She glanced at Severus and Aunt Min as she continued, However, I do feel like I will get a talking to after dinner. 

Astrid laughed, From which one? 

Niamh sipped her wine with a smirk, Dealer’s choice, Ast. 

Throughout dinner, Minerva and Severus spent their evening rolling their eyes, pretending to seem faintly interested in what Sybil was saying, and casting angry glances at Niamh. When Sybill finally stood from her place, Severus leaned over to Minerva and whispered conspiratory, How are we going to get back at Niamh?

Minerva grinned mischievously, Who is someone she cannot stand? 

Severus looked around the table and huffed, Dear God, she’s friendly with everyone on the staff. Damn it. 

Minerva looked around, Why does she have to be so well liked? This is annoying. 

Severus scanned the table, She’s even friendly with Septima and Irma. 

Minerva scanned and her eyes came to Simon Thornhill, What about him? She nodded her head in his direction. 

Severus growled lowly, What about him? 

Minerva scrunched her face, She absolutely cannot stand Simon. 

Severus grunted, Neither can I. After he made a pass at Niamh, every time I see him I want to throttle him across the Great Hall. He still looks at her too long for my liking. 

Minerva smirked and said, Severus, as much as I appreciate how you protect my niece, you cannot help that someone looks at her. 

Severus scrunched his face, Trust me, Minerva, if I could, I would. 

Minerva rolled her eyes, Well, I don’t think we should go quite that far. We want to embarrass her, not give her a coronary. 

Severus’ head whipped toward Minerva, That’s it. I’ve got it. 

Minerva looked at him with an arched eyebrow, What are you thinking, Severus? 

He smirked tightly, What’s the one thing you are always lecturing us about–despite the fact we have never given you cause to worry or lecture once?

Minerva took a sip of her wine, You two fooling around the castle like students. 

Severus laughed, Which we have never given you just cause to do, have we? 

Minerva scoffed, That I am aware of–yet, at some point I will always find out. 

Orion craned his head toward the pair and laughed toward Severus, Is Minnie here giving you hell about your tryst behind the One-Eyed Witch statue last week? 

Minerva snapped her head toward Severus and scowled at him. Severus pinched the bridge of his nose and hung his head in defeat. He looked at Orion, No, big mouth. 

Orion looked from Minerva to Severus and demurred, Oh, whoops. Sorry, Sev. 

Severus stood quickly before Minerva could say anything. He moved quickly from his place and started down the aisle. To his chagrin, the almost 60 year old witch caught up with him. She grabbed his arm, What was this tryst Orion was talking about, Severus? 

Severus grabbed her arm angrily and growled at her, Keep your voice down, Minerva. He ushered her outside of the Great Hall. He looked at her. Her eyes weren’t angry, but her arms were crossed over her chest. There was a mischievous smile that she fought off. Severus huffed loudly, but then brought his voice to a whisper, Niamh and I just kissed behind the One-Eyed Witch statue. Nothing more. He held up his hands, I swear. And, it was my fault anyway. I heard her walking by and I–. He looked down and fiddled with his hands. He dropped them to his sides, I wanted to be spontaneous and romantic. 

Minerva appraised him and fought a smile. She nodded her head curtly, Okay, then. 

Severus looked up at her in surprise, You’re not mad? 

Minerva shook her head and then linked her arm through his, No, son, I am not. Honestly, I think it’s incredibly sweet that you go out of your way to make Niamh feel special. Do I wish you would keep it inside of your rooms? Yes. But, no harm, no foul. She wagged her head from side to side, I guess, since the two of you didn’t get this chance when you were students here, and I understand if you want to make up for some things. It’s sweet. 

Severus blushed slightly, I guess that it is. In truth, it’s very easy with her–to drop the facade. I don’t feel like I have to hide. I don’t feel like a shell of myself with her. And, I am very grateful for that. But, I don’t want Niamh to feel like I can’t break this character. She deserves someone that will love her all the time, not just behind closed doors. 

Minerva patted his arm and gave him a sweet, loving smile, Oh, darling. I take it you have told her this, hm? 

Severus nodded, In so many words, but yes. I have. 

Minerva nodded, Good, I am glad. But, Severus, you do love Niamh all the time. It is very evident–at least to the people who actually know you. You listen to her, you take care of her, you comfort her, and you support her. And, more importantly, you have never asked her to be anything but herself. That, Severus, is the greatest way to show your love for her. 

Severus patted the hand that she had placed on his arm and smiled at her, Does this mean you are mad about the Gryffindor/Hufflepuff match anymore? 

Minerva contorted her face into a grimace. She glanced over at him and sighed, Fine. I guess I can let it go for now–but, Severus, I’m watching you. 

Severus looked over at her, I know, I know. Between you and Niamh, I won’t step one foot out of line. 

Minerva laughed, Who are you more afraid of, son? Me or your wife? 

Severus chuckled, I have to live with my wife, so obviously her–however, that doesn’t mean you aren’t a close second. 

Good, she gave him a satisfied nod. 

Severus patted her hand, Now, you want to hear my plan on how to get back at Niamh for her stunt at dinner. Minerva ‘s eyes gleamed with mischief, and Severus gave her a curious look. He regarded her, Minerva, by that look in your eye–it’s some old self of you shining through. Were you a troublemaker in school? 

Minerva pursed her lips and tilted her nose in the air, How dare you? I was Head Girl, I will have you know. 

As Severus and Minerva were walking down the corridor, Poppy came up behind them with a scoff, Ach, Severus, don’t let Minerva fool you. Niamh get’s her spirit from somewhere. Min, tell Severus how you charmed the suits of armor to fight a battle in the Great Hall your 6th year. Poppy kept walking down the hallway, humming to herself happily. 

Minerva blanched at Poppy’s comment and nervously looked at Severus, who grinned at her, Minerva, you’re kidding.

Minerva closed her eyes and sighed, Okay, maybe there were one or two things. 

The pair heard Poppy’s voice down the hall, She should also tell you about how she transfigured all Slytherin House water goblets into birds and they flew away. 

Minerva’s voice rose and octave, Poppy! Severus arched an eyebrow at her and Minerva leveled him a glare, Don’t give me that look! It was after I was badly fouled in the last match I played! They absolutely deserved it! 

Severus rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm, I’ll get it go. For now. Minerva grunted and continued walking. Severus pulled her close, Now, I want you to meet us in the Astronomy Tower in about an hour or so, okay? 

Minerva looked at him in shock, Severus, I am not going to walk in while you two are, she shook her hands in front of her to imply her meaning. 

Severus rolled his eyes, Don’t be daft, woman. Of course not. I will keep it family friendly, Scout’s Honor. 

Minerva rolled her eyes, You were a Scout? 

Severus shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, No, it just felt like something I should say. 

Minerva smirked and nodded, You think this is really going to get her goat? 

Severus gave her a mischievous grin, I do. Especially now that you know about the One-Eyed Witch. You have free reign to play up the dramatics. 

Minerva looked at him with an incredulous stare, I am not dramatic. 

Severus snorted a laugh, Okay, Minerva, whatever you say. 

Severus walked back to his room.  When he walked through his portrait, Niamh was sitting on the sofa–she hadn’t changed from the day. She was sitting reading her book. Severus held out his hand, Come on, love. I want to show you something. 

Niamh gave him a curious look, Where are we going? 

Severus said with a smile, Astronomy Tower. 

Niamh shut her book and stood. She walked to Severus and looked up at him, What do you want to show me? 

It’s a surprise. 

Niamh crossed her arms over her chest, You said the same thing last week, and it ended with me being bent over your desk. Severus grabbed her shoulders. He gave her a winsome, boyish smile. Niamh laughed and hit him in the shoulder, Oh my God, you’re just as bad as the kids! You really have regressed to a big teenager. 

Severus wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, Well, this wouldn’t happen if you weren’t around. 

Do not blame me for your bad behavior!

Severus leaned down to kiss her, Come on, let’s take a stroll around the castle. 

Niamh nodded and grabbed his hand, You better keep your pants on, professor. Or I will leave you in the Astronomy Tower. The couple slipped through Severus’ portrait into the dungeons. Niamh slipped her arm through his. Severus looked down at Niamh who smiled up at him, What? You and Aunt Min walk like this, I see no reason why we can’t. 

Severus rolled his eyes and looked around, Okay, okay. I will allow it, for now. 

Niamh scrunched her nose, Oh, you love it. 

They strolled through the castle. It was a Friday night, and everything was relatively quiet. There were some teachers flitting about, a few students moving back from the library toward their Houses. Severus and Niamh talked quietly. Severus’ face, when needed, remained impassive and stoic. Niamh, however, remained animated. As she was telling a particularly funny story, she gestured with her hands. She laughed as she spoke, drawing Severus into her. Niamh touched his shoulder and fell into a fit of giggles and laughter. 

Severus reached for her waist to steady her as a soft smile spread over his face. Niamh linked her arm through his again. They continued their night stroll as they ran into Hermione who was walking and levitating a book in front of her, carrying two more in her hands. Niamh stopped and Severus stopped with her. She didn’t remove her arm from his. She looked at the young witch walking. Hermione was so engrossed in what she was reading, that she didn’t see her professors watching her. Niamh waited for her to get closer, until she reached out and grabbed the book that was floating in front of her face. Hermione followed the book with her eyes and blushed when she saw Niamh and Severus standing next to her. 

Severus cocked an eyebrow in her direction, still miffed about the Blue Bell Flames. Niamh looked down at the young witch and tutted, Miss Granger, while your focus is impressive, remember I warned you about walking and reading. 

Niamh closed the book and placed it on the pile that Hermione was carrying. She demurred, Sorry, professor. I was so wrapped up in reading something and I just started down the corridor. 

Severus watched Niamh with the young girl. His heart swelled slightly. I loved seeing this side of Niamh–it was nurturing and caring. Her love and compassion was all encompassing and evident when you spoke to her. This was the love and compassion that she gave him. He rarely was able to see this side of her in action and touched his heart. He felt his face slip into a devoted gaze. He forced his face to be impassive. Niamh smiled at the young witch, Oh, I completely understand–why do you think I warned you? I had an unfortunate incident running into Professor Slughorn one night coming back from the library. I almost knocked him to the floor. Niamh laughed heartily as Hermione joined her with soft giggles. Niamh patted the girl on the shoulder, Just be careful, Miss Granger. 

Hermione started away with a laugh, I will! Thank you. Have a good night, professors! 

Niamh looked over at Severus, whose face was fixed in a scowl. Niamh rolled her eyes, Oh, please. You still can’t be mad at a child, Sev. 

She set me on fire. 

Because she thought you were hurting her friend–it’s laudable that she defended her friend. 

Severus looked at her in shock, Niamh, a student set your husband on fire. 

Niamh wrapped her arms around his as he grumbled. She leaned up and kissed his cheek, She doesn’t know that we know, darling. 

Severus stopped in the middle of the corridor as Niamh continued walking, Niamh, she set me on fire. 

Niamh looked back at him and rolled her eyes. She then walked to him. She looked around her and then draped her arms over his shoulders and placed a sound kiss on his lips. His face was fixed in a scowl. His arms were crossed over his chest. She looked up at him sweetly, Oh, my poor Potions Master. She rubbed his arms. 

The ends of Severus’ lips quirked, but he tried to maintain a steely composure. He tipped his chin at her, I feel like you aren’t taking me seriously. 

Niamh grabbed his hands and set them about her waist. Severus held her loosely, and kept his chin tipped upward. Niamh pecked his chin and then started to place kisses on his jawline. She rubbed her hands over his chest. She purred softly, Oh, darling, of course I am taking you seriously. What would you like me to do? Take House Points away? Give her detention for a year? Her fingers traced lines up and down his jawline and lips. She gave him a sultry stare. 

His hands wrapped more firmly around her as he huffed. She saw his eyes darken as she pecked him on the lips again. Severus pulled her closer, I can think of a few other things that I would like you to do. 

Niamh rolled her eyes and then pushed him back slightly. Niamh started to walk down the hallway. Severus watched her move as she looked back over her shoulder, Coming, professor? I can always help you with that, too. 

Severus’ eyes widened and shifted around the hallway. He smirked and quickened his step to catch up with Niamh. They came to the bottom of the steps to the Astronomy Tower. Niamh groaned and then looked over at Severus. Severus kissed her on the cheek and chuckled, I can’t Apparate us up there. 

Niamh stepped in front of him and started to play with the buttons on his cloak. She looked up at him with battled eyelashes, You could carry me up there. 

Severus gripped her waist and hips. She started kissing his jawline and chin. Severus pulled her closer to him, trying to maintain focus, Absolutely not. You can do it, you just don’t want to. 

Niamh ran her hands over his chest and captured his lips in a sensual kiss. She batted her eyelashes again, But, Sev, her voice slipped into a flirty whine, I have bad knees.

Severus groaned slightly. His eyes shifted down the dark corner behind the steps. He pulled her and started to walk her back toward the corner. He kissed her as his hands roamed over her hips as they gripped her behind. He pushed her against the wall. Niamh lightly giggled. He kissed her deeply as he started to unzip the high neckline for her robe.

He pushed the fabric down and started a passionate assault on her neck. He grinned from his place, You do not have bad knees. His hand grasped the swell of her breast as his other hand started to pull up the hem of her robe. He kissed her again. Niamh mewed as the feel of his hand against her thigh. Severus nibbled at her bottom lip, You have a bad hip and a bad shoulder. Severus’ gripped her hip as his fingers teased the fabric of her underwear. 

Niamh grinned as he kissed her and ran her hand down his chest to his stomach. She gripped his shoulder as her hand traveled to the front of his trousers. Severus’ forehead touched her neck. He puffed out a breath. Severus made a soft bite at her neck. Niamh moaned softly as she chuckled, Sev, how could you possibly know that? I never really think about it. 

Severus slipped his fingers between Niamh’s thigh over her clothed sex. Niamh bit her bottom lip and grasped his shoulders tightly. Severus nibbled her neck and collarbone. As his fingers traveled slowly up and down her sex. Niamh stifled a moan. Severus captured her lips in a kiss, as she moaned slightly louder. His lips traveled to her ear and down her neck. He kissed her delicately and smirked into her skin, You fall asleep on your left side, because your right side hurts sometimes. He removed his hand from between her thighs and held her closely. Niamh slightly whined but then leaned against his chest. He kissed her as he zipped her robe back up. He kissed the corner of her mouth, But, you always manage to wake up on your right side and always have to shake the cobwebs off in the morning. 

Niamh laid back against the wall and looked up at him with a devoted look, You figured that out in the short time we have been together? 

Severus nodded as he held her, Well, it’s not hard to figure out, my beloved, we have shared a bed pretty consistently for the last 5 months–give or take a few miserable nights. Niamh rolled her eyes with a smile as she softly ran her hands over his cheeks and jaw and kissed him tenderly. Severus touched her nose, and I also watched you shatter the right side of your body at the end of our 6th year. 

Niamh winced again subtly as if remembering the pain. Severus held her tightly. Niamh settled into his embrace and kissed him. She looked up at him. Love shone in her eyes. Severus touched his forehead to her’s. Niamh closed her eyes and nuzzled her nose into his. She said in a whisper, I guess potions and magic only goes so far. She pecked at his lips, How could you possibly remember that? 

Severus grazed his finger against her cheek, Niamh, I watched the woman I love be throttled to the ground from 10 feet in the air at a speed that was much too fast for my liking. 

Niamh closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Niamh rested her head on his cheek, And before that, I was knocked off my broom by that Beater–that’s how I broke my hand. I still think that Eleanor Ellsmere should have been in Gryffindor. 

Severus backed away and grabbed her hand, I always wanted her for Slytherin–she was ruthless on the pitch. Severus kissed her as he pulled her hand up the stairs. He watched her ascend and his heart flipped slightly. His breath caught. The moonlight shone on her hair and her beautiful blue robes. She picked up the hem of her robe. She looked up at him with what he thought was adoration. His heart flipped again. He stopped on the stairs and pulled her into a tender kiss. 

Niamh smiled into his kiss and then said, Oh, I like this incentive. How about every 10 steps you stop and kiss me? 

Severus gripped her hand more tightly, Niamh, I am already happy I can hold your hand in a stairwell. 

Niamh rolled her eyes with a laugh, No wonder why Aunt Min lectures us all the time. Severus remembered why they were headed up to the Astronomy Tower. There was something that he wanted to show Niamh, but the mention of her aunt brought him back to reality. And, then he remembered that Niamh made him sit next to Sybil at dinner. He smirked slightly, but then thought about how he let loose the dogs of war. Severus figured it was a wonderfully romantic moment that he was having here, and her aunt was going to ruin it. By his decision. He resolved to do the romantic thing after Minerva left. It would serve as a reminder as to why Niamh shouldn’t throw him from the Astronomy Tower. Niamh looked up at him with a curious look. Severus grabbed her toward him. His hand went to her waist, and his other hand held it up higher and began to dance around the landing. Severus kissed her as Niamh smiled up at him, Severus, this is all very romantic. 

Good. He kissed her temple. He danced her around a few more times. He hummed the melody of “Into the Mystic '' into her ear. He kissed her again, When I saw you dancing in your grandmother’s kitchen, I fell in love with you all over again. 

Niamh curled into him. She closed her eyes and relished this small thing they were able to do in the halls of Hogwarts. Severus moved Niamh back and turned her slightly. Niamh giggled as Severus danced her up the stairs. Niamh grabbed his hand and leaned into him. She sighed, Sev, sweetheart, this is almost too much. 

Severus kissed her hand as they continued their climb. He looked at her softly and said, Niamh, my love, it is so rare that I get to show you publicly how much I love you.

They came to the stop of the steps and the chill of the air washed over them.. Severus walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He walked her to the balcony and leaned against one of the pillars. Niamh leaned against him as they looked out to the sky. The slight glow of Hogsmeade flickered under them. Niamh turned in his arms and draped her arms around Severus’ neck. Niamh kissed Severus soundly. Severus went to deepen the kiss. His hands went to her waist and then traveled to the swell of her breasts. Niamh smiled into his kiss as she started to undo his cravat. Severus gripped her as one hand reached to unzip her robe at the neck. He nuzzled his face into her exposed skin Niamh pushed herself into him with a soft gasp. She worked at the buttons on his cloak. Severus’ forgot all about Minerva as he started to bunch at Niamh’s skirts trying to find her bare thigh. Niamh’s hands found his belt and she started to undo it. When she got it through the loops and suddenly the belt flew out of her hands. Niamh’s shot up and looked around to find her Aunt Minerva staring angrily at them. Severus followed Niamh’s eyes and jumped slightly. A squeak of fear escaped Niamh’s mouth as she started to burrow herself into Severus and threw his billowy cloak over to herself to hide. 

Minerva’s voice was raised an octave, When Peeves told me he saw two people come up here–I assumed it was students. It seems that he was close. 

Severus tried to disengage from Niamh, but she held on. He hissed at her softly, Niamh, get off. He nervously looked at Minerva who was trying to hide her laughter behind her stern glare. Severus then remembered he was in on the joke. He smirked back and threw off his cloak off Niamh. 

Minerva tried to hide her humor as she crossed her arms over her chest. Niamh stood nervously, but kept her head down. Minerva stared at her, I cannot believe it! The two of you acting like a bunch of teenagers. She turned her back slightly so Niamh didn’t see her smirk, It’s bad enough that I have to catch kids in the corridors, now I have to worry about my teachers. Niamh stared at the ground, but rolled her eyes. Minerva caught the expression and turned with a slight bit of fury, Did you just roll your eyes at me, young lady? 

Severus pressed his lips tightly together and looked away. Minerva now sounded angry, it was only a matter of time before he caught the end of her ire. Niamh lifted her head. Severus examined her expression and suppressed his grin. She looked like an annoyed teenager that was about to get grounded. Severus bit his lip as slight chuckle escaped his lips—the death knell. Minerva’s head zeroed in on Severus as he gulped slightly. He wasn’t sure anymore if this was a joke. 

And, what are you smirking about over there, laddie? Don’t you dare think you’re an innocent party. Your hand up my niece’s skirt. 

Niamh looked to the ceiling, Aunt Min, please. This is embarrassing! 

Minerva turned to Niamh, Embarrassing! She laughed loudly. Severus cringed slightly, this couldn’t be good. He was silently cursing himself for his ruse. Minerva continued, What’s embarrassing is the fact that your robes are practically hanging off your shoulders! She walked over to Niamh and grasped her by the chin. She pulled Niamh’s chin to the side, exposing a purplish mark on her neck. Her eyes narrowed. Severus dropped his head and covered his eyes. Niamh groaned slightly as she held her eyes closed. She could feel her aunt’s anger coming to the surface. She silently stepped away from Niamh who exhaled a large breath and quickly zipped up the neckline of her robes. Niamh followed Minerva with her eyes as she stopped in front of Severus. 

Severus now was completely sure Minerva was angry now. The look in her eyes was more dangerous than when they argued about Quidditch. Severus put up his hands, Minerva, I can explain. You know I would never hurt her! 

Minerva drew her wand, Give me one reason why I shouldn’t launch you from this tower, Severus. 

Severus searched her face. In his fear he missed the mischievous glint in Minerva’s eyes. Her wand was pointed at his chest and Niamh quickly exclaimed, It’s a hickey, Aunt Min! Aunt Min narrowed her eyes. Niamh added, A love bite! Niamh brought her hands over her head and tried to shield her head in her embarrassment. 

Minerva tipped her chin and looked at Severus, a little less severely. She scoffed and started to walk back to the center of the room, Of, all of the things to deal with. First, the statue of the One-Eyed Witch and now this. Niamh groaned and threw her hands up in the air and covered her face with her hands. She bent at the waist and wanted to burrow into the ground. Minerva threw her hands out at her sides. Her voice was demanding and angry, Any other secret trysts I should know about? Hm? She looked directly as Severus. 

Severus immediately panicked; completely missing the smirk on her face. He blurted out nervously, Quidditch Pitch–we had sex on the Quidditch Pitch. 

Niamh stood and angrily cried, SEVERUS!

Minerva’s eyes widened and then her mouth dropped. She stared at him in disbelief and then shifted her eyes to Niamh. Her mouth opened and closed several times before she whispered, I am at a loss for words. 

Niam groaned, Oh my God. 

Severus cringed at his admission. A scarlet flush rose up his neck to his cheeks. The room was in complete silence. Niamh’s body was turned away from everyone. She thought dully that she would throw herself from the Tower. Severus looked at Minerva nervously. Minerva’s eyes shifted from Severus to Niamh. She couldn’t deny that she was slightly miffed and shocked, but she wasn’t angry. Minerva’s eyes crinkled at the sides. Severus looked at her dumbfounded. Minerva started to laugh loudly. She grabbed her stomach as she walked toward Severus. She laughed the entire way until she braced herself against his shoulder. Niamh turned swiftly in her place  and stared at the two of them. Niamh looked between the two. Severus looked nervously from Niamh to Minerva. Niamh’s face was twisted in annoyance and flushed from embarrassment. Severus studied that Minerva was still laughing, which made him start to chuckle slightly. 

Niamh’s eyes widened as she stepped toward them, Of all the things! 

Minerva waved her hand at Niamh and looked at Severus, Severus, I never took you for such a good actor–you really did look scared. And, that detail about the Quidditch Pitch? Very convincing. Worry washed over Severus’ face again as Minerva stopped laughing, Oh my God. 

Severus put up his hands, Minerva, I thought you were really angry. 

Oh. My. God. 

Minerva, don’t overreact–no one saw. 

OH MY GOD. 

Niamh propped herself on a nearby box and braced herself for the lecture. She looked at Severus and muttered, Some genius you are. 

Severus whipped his head toward her as Minerva rounded on Niamh. She crept closer as Severus tailed behind. Minerva hissed through her teeth, Are you kidding me? What if someone saw you? 

Severus added not so helpfully from behind her, There was a Disillusionment Charm–and a strong one. Minerva turned her head and scowled at Severus. 

Niamh made a face at Severus to stop talking and then said to aunt, No one saw us, Aunt Min. 

That’s not the point–it’s incredibly…She stopped mid-sentence and looked at Niamh. Her face was contrite and embarrassed. Minerva also realized that she herself didn’t have much of a leg to stand on. She dropped her hands to her sides and huffed, I would just prefer if you kept your amorous activities to the bed room. From now on. 

Niamh and Severus exhaled audibly. Niamh fixed her aunt a quizzical look, You’re not going to yell at us? 

Minerva sat down on a box and said in resignation, No, I’m not. She sighed deeply, I can’t reprimand you for something that I did myself. 

Severus groaned, Oh, for Merlin’s sake! 

Minerva laughter rang out around the tower. Niamh looked at her aunt with an impressed expression. Niamh started laughing with her aunt, Well done, you. 

Don’t be crass, Niamh, she said with a smirk. Niamh rolled her eyes with a smile. 

Severus looked at the two women and started to walk off, Well, I am going to drown myself in the Black Lake. What bait should I give the Giant Squid?

Minerva waved him over, Oh, with the dramatics, lad. She stood. She looked at Niamh, This was supposed to be a joke Severus and I played on you for sitting Sybill between us. However, it seems that it got a little out of hand. 

Niamh shook her head with a smile, Ah, I see. She motioned her head to Severus, He ruined it, did he? 

Minerva laughed and patted Severus on the shoulder, I thought he was doing a bit. I knew he was too convincing! She laughed harder remembering the fear in his face. 

Niamh giggled, Well, it does think you’re a scary lady. Sometimes. 

Severus groaned again and then whined, Niamh, come on!  

Minerva laughed as she waved her hand, Oh, please, why do you think I turned up the ire, Severus? I had to punish you a little after last week. 

Niamh started at her aunt, But, how did you find out about the One-Eyed Witch? Minerva and Severus gave her an exasperated expression, and Niamh scrunched up her face, Goddamn it, Orion. 

Minerva started to walk toward the steps and turned around with a laugh, I will leave you, now. But, seriously, keep your clothes on. She noticed Severus’ belt and levitated it toward him with a smirk. Severus blushed furiously and grabbed it in the air. Minerva started down the steps and yelled, Good night, children. Remember—I will always find out. 

Severus quickly threaded his belt through his pant loops and started for the stairs in a rush. Niamh called after him, Severus, where are you going? 

He turned around and gave her a surprised look, As far away from you as possible! 

Niamh’s mouth dropped open, What, why? I didn’t do anything! You were the one that told her! 

Severus stepped closer with a laugh, I was expecting you to throw something at me. 

Niamh looked around and smirked, Honey, I have nothing to throw! And, besides, I am not that mad after Aunt Min’s confession–

He held up his hand, Please, don’t. 

Niamh rolled her eyes and drew herself closer to him. She placed her hands on his shoulder and smiled, Was there something that you wanted to show me? We came up all this way, I figured it was some grand scheme of your’s–I just didn’t expect that comedy of errors. 

Severus wrapped her in his arms and kissed her cheek, That last part was not part of the plan, darling. It was just supposed to be a little fun. 

Niamh laughed and draped her arms over his shoulders, It seems that when you plan little jokes, they always backfire, hm? 

Severus kissed her cheek and then walked her backwards. He took her hand and spun her around and led her to the large telescope in the middle of the room. Severus placed a hand on her hips and positioned her in front of the telescope. Severus kissed her temple with a smile, I want to show you something. 

Niamh looked over her shoulder with a smirk. She gave him a warning look, Severus…

Severus kissed her neck with a smile, Oh, don’t look at me like that. I want you to look through the telescope. 

Niamh laughed as she grasped his hands and leaned her head against his chest, Okay, okay. What is it that you want to show me? 

Severus leaned in and looked through the telescope. He turned a small dial with precision and moved it slightly to the left. He hummed absently and then said, Ah, here it is. Here, love, have a look. 

Niamh arched an eyebrow and looked at him. She smiled and then leaned down to look through the telescope. She pursed her lips and squinted. She looked up at him in confusion, Severus, am I supposed to know what I am looking at? I am not very good with Astronomy. 

Severus came behind her as she looked into the telescope again. He grabbed her hand and led her to the balcony. Niamh placed her hands on the railing as Severus held her by the waist and pointed up at the sky, See, right there. The two constellations that look like stick figures. 

Niamh leaned back against him as her eyes followed his outstretched arm. She examined the sky until she saw what she was looking for. She saw what Severus had described and smiled, Ah, yes, yes. I see it. But, darling, what is it? 

Severus wrapped his other arm around her and kissed her cheek, Andromeda and Perseus. 

Niamh looked over at him and smiled, You have to explain that to me. 

Severus leaned into her as Niamh rested the side of her face on his chin. Severus pressed his lips softly to her skin and smiled, I finally know more about something than you do. 

Niamh settled into his embrace, You know many things more than I do, Sev, You are a genius after all. She smiled as she dropped her head. 

Severus held her tight and chuckled, I will take that, even if it was meant sarcastically. 

Niamh nudged him with her elbow, Tell me the story, love. 

Severus rested his head on her shoulder, Well, you see, Andromeda’s parents chained her to a rock in order to stop a monster from destroying their kingdom–hubris because her parents said that Andromeda was more beautiful than Posideon’s children. So, as she is chained to a rock, Perseus comes along. His original plan was to slay Medusa. Which he was able to do. But, he fell in love with Andromeda. He held Niamh tighter. Andromeda, however, was promised to some wanker name Phineus–

Niamh huffed a laugh and said, –is that historical term, Sev, wanker?

Hush, I’m doing a thing here. Niamh chuckled and leaned into his embrace. However, Perseus kills Medusa and then shows her head to Phineus, turning him to stone. He rescues Andromeda and they live happily ever after. The myth is that their love story was so eternal, they were immortalized in the stars. 

Niamh turned in his arms and ran her hands over his cheeks. She kissed him deeply and then laid her head on his chest, Written in the stars, hm? Nothing happened–they weren’t killed or parted? 

Severus kissed her head, Well, there is the whole damsel in distress thing and Andromeda doesn’t actually have her own story. It’s just framed by her relationships with men. The sexualization of her is a bit of a problem. 

Niamh looked up at him, Look at you and your feminist lens. Very good. She held him tighter. 

Severus kissed her with a smile, Well, I mean I was focused on the eternal love story and immortalized in the stars. But, yes, I did my research. 

Niamh settled her head against him, And, how did you think of this or find this? 

Severus looked up at the sky thinking nothing of how he found out this information, Aurora showed me the other day. She got me a small gift–a book, of course–He rolled his eyes with a laugh, I thought it would be some academic book–but it’s a novel I have never heard of, Breath of Magic, I think? He shrugged, It’s for helping her out on Christmas Day. 

Niamh looked up at him with a grin, And, then she showed you the constellations of two lovers in the stars? Or did you ask if she knew anything to show me?

Severus looked up at the sky and then down at her with a furrowed brow, Does she know about us? Niamh shook her head with a grin. Severus thought, You know, I didn’t ask. She just showed me and told me the story. 

Niamh chuckled, And you said, Oh, I must show my wife sometime. 

Severus looked down at her and grimaced, Should I have said that? I’m sorry. After she told me the story, I was completely plotting how to get you up here one night. 

Niamh kissed him softly, smiled, and touched his cheek, So busy plotting and thinking about me that you totally missed an attractive witch flirting with you. 

Severus’ brow furrowed more, What? Aurora wasn’t flirting with me–she was just saying thank you for helping her out. 

Niamh cocked her head, Sev, my genius, my darling, you really are thick sometimes. He went to protest, but Niamh’s hand came over his mouth, Shsh, Severus. That book that Aurora gave you? He nodded. She grinned, Did you read the back cover? 

Severus shook his head, No, it had a weird moon and broom on it–I just figured I would give it to you to read. It looked like the books that you read sometimes. Niamh waited for him to come to his own conclusion, Oh my God, it looks like the books that you read sometimes. 

Niamh nodded, It’s a romance book–and from what I understand, a trashy one. I think Astrid read it. And, then she showed you a constellation of two lovers. Severus, come on. She laughed into his chest. 

Severus looked down at her, Shouldn’t you be fuming mad? Or something? A woman made a pass at me! 

Niamh laughed harder, And, you didn’t even think she was making a pass at you! That’s why it’s funny! 

Severus held her tightly and kissed her, Because I was too busy thinking about you! 

Niamh held onto Severus tightly and smiled, I know. That’s why it’s so adorable. Severus gave her a good natured scowl. She placed her chin on his chest and looked up at him, I am surprised that she didn’t try to kiss you. 

Severus smirked, So, you think that’s why she stares at me all the time? Or always tries to sit near me at meetings? 

Niamh laughed, Yes! Aunt Min refers to her as your girlfriend. Aurora will walk into a meeting, look for you, and Aunt Min will nudge me and say, Your husband’s girlfriend is here. I find it humorous. And, Severus, I understand the risks that go along with people knowing your marital status–you don’t have to admit anything to Aurora. However, if she drinks too much at the Christmas party at the end of the week and tries anything with mistletoe–I will jinx her. 

Severus eyed her with intrigue, Oh, I like where this is going. 

Niamh gave him a steely stare, Don’t you dare lead her on or I will hex you instead. 

Severus huffed in defeat, You’re no fun. 

You have told me differently. 

Severus kissed her deeply and then smirked down at her, I lied.

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Snape: An hour with you in a rare book store. Couldn’t you just drop me off the top of the Astronomy Tower instead?

Dumbledore: It’s Christmas, Severus! No reason we can’t do both.

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Sirius: Minnie, does the Headmaster have free time this morning?

Minerva: The headmaster has nothing but free time. Right now he is in the Headmaster’s quarters eating Cheerios and listening to the Weird Sisters. Shall I get him for you?

Sirius: Sarcasm is disturbing coming from a woman of your age, Minnie.

Minerva: And what age would that be?

Sirius: Late twenties?

Minerva: Attaboy.

Sirius: Can I have a biscuit?

Minerva: No.

James: Padfoot, Flitwick turned down our request.

Minerva: Good morning, Potter.

James: Good morning!

Minerva: Have a biscuit, Potter.

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Dames Maggie Smith, Judi Dench, Joan Plowright c2018

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A message of condolence from His Majesty The King following the passing of Dame Maggie Smith:

My wife and I were deeply saddened to learn of the death of Dame Maggie Smith.

As the curtain comes down on a national treasure, we join all those around the world in remembering with the fondest admiration and affection her many great performances and her warmth and wit that shone through both on and off the stage.

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Charles Dance fanboying about Dame Judi Dench and Dame Maggie Smith

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Hogwart Teacher Evaluations

All credit goes to College Humor

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Watching Murder by Death (again). I did the math and Maggie Smith was 42 when she made this movie. 40 freaking 2. Maggie, tell us your secrets.

Also, how could she not think she was a beautiful...I mean.

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Maggie Smith and the National Theatre company celebrate her Oscar win with a small party at the Old Vic Theatre, London (1970)

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Dame Maggie Smith

A distinguished, double Oscar-winning actor whose roles ranged from Shakespeare to Harry Potter

Not many actors have made their names in revue, given definitive performances in Shakespeare and Ibsen, won two Oscars and countless theatre awards, and remained a certified box-office star for more than 60 years. But then few have been as exceptionally talented as Maggie Smith, who has died aged 89.

She was a performer whose range encompassed the high style of Restoration comedy and the sadder, suburban creations of Alan Bennett. Whatever she played, she did so with an amusing, often corrosive, edge of humour. Her comedy was fuelled by anxiety, and her instinct for the correct gesture was infallible.

The first of her Oscars came for an iconic performance in The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1969). Miss Brodie’s pupils are the “crème de la crème”, and her dictatorial aphorisms – “Give me a girl at an impressionable age, and she is mine for life” – disguise her intent of inculcating enthusiasm in her charges for the men she most admires, Mussolini and Franco.

But Smith’s pre-eminence became truly global with two projects towards the end of her career. She was Professor Minerva McGonagall in the eight films of the Harry Potter franchise (she referred to the role as Miss Brodie in a wizard’s hat) between 2001 and 2011. Between 2010 and 2015, in the six series of Downton Abbey on ITV television (sold to 250 territories around the world), she played the formidable and acid-tongued Dowager Countess of Grantham, Lady Violet, a woman whose heart of seeming stone was mitigated by a moral humanity and an old-fashioned, if sometimes overzealous, sense of social propriety.

Early on, one critic described Smith as having witty elbows. Another, the US director and writer Harold Clurman, said that she “thinks funny”. When Robin Phillips directed her as Rosalind in As You Like It in 1977 in Stratford, Ontario, he said that “she can respond to something that perhaps only squirrels would sense in the air. And I think that comedy, travelling around in the atmosphere, finds her.” Like Edith Evans, her great predecessor as a stylist, Smith came late to Rosalind. Bernard Levin was convinced that it was a definitive performance, and was deeply affected by the last speech: “She spoke the epilogue like a chime of golden bells. But what she looked like as she did so, I cannot tell you; for I saw it through eyes curtained with tears of joy.”

She was more taut and tuned than any other actor of her day, and this reliance on her instinct to create a performance made her reluctant to talk about acting, although she had a forensic attitude to preparation. With no time for the celebrity game, she rarely went on television chat shows – her appearance on Graham Norton’s BBC TV show in 2015 was her first such in 42 years – or gave newspaper interviews.

Her life she summed up thus: “One went to school, one wanted to act, one started to act and one’s still acting.” That was it. She first went “public”, according to her father, when, attired in pumps and tutu after a ballet lesson, she regaled a small crowd on an Oxford pavement with one of Arthur Askey’s ditties: “I’m a little fairy flower, growing wilder by the hour.”

Unlike her great friend and contemporary Judi Dench, Smith was a transatlantic star early in her career, making her Broadway debut in 1956 and joining Laurence Olivier’s National Theatre as one of the 12 original contract artists in 1963.

In 1969, after repeatedly stealing other people’s movies, with Miss Brodie she became a star in her own right. She was claiming her just place in the elite, for she had already worked with Olivier, Orson Welles and Noël Coward in the theatre, not to mention her great friend and fellow miserabilist Kenneth Williams, in West End revue. She had also created an international stir in two movies, Anthony Asquith’s The VIPs (1963) – she didn’t just steal her big scene with him, Richard Burton complained, “she committed grand larceny” – and Jack Clayton’s The Pumpkin Eater (1964), scripted by Harold Pinter from the novel by Penelope Mortimer.

Before Harry Potter, audiences associated Smith most readily with her lovelorn, heartbreaking parishioner Susan in Bed Among the Lentils, one of six television monologues in Bennett’s Talking Heads (1988). Susan was a character seething with sexual anger; the first line nearly said it all – “Geoffrey’s bad enough, but I’m glad I wasn’t married to Jesus.”

And the funniest moment in Robert Altman’s upstairs/downstairs movie Gosford Park (2001) – in some ways a template for Downton Abbey, and also written by Julian Fellowes — was a mere aside from a doleful Smith as Constance Trentham turning to a neighbour on the sofa, as Jeremy Northam as Ivor Novello took a bow for the song he had just sung. “Don’t encourage him,” she warned, archly, “he’s got a very large repertoire.” Such a moment took us right back to the National in 1964 when, as the vamp Myra Arundel in Coward’s Hay Fever, she created an unprecedented (and un-equalled) gale of laughter on the single ejaculation at the breakfast table: “This haddock is disgusting.”

Born in Ilford, Essex, she was the daughter of Margaret (nee Hutton) and Nathaniel Smith, and educated at Oxford high school for girls (the family moved to Oxford at the start of the second world war because of her father’s work as a laboratory technician). Maggie decided to be an actor, joined the Oxford Playhouse school under the tutelage of Frank Shelley in 1951 and took roles in professional and student productions.

She acted as Margaret Smith until 1956, when Equity, the actors’ union, informed her that the name was double-booked. She played Viola with the Oxford University dramatic society in 1952 – John Wood was her undergraduate Malvolio – and appeared in revues directed by Ned Sherrin. “At that time in Oxford,” said Sherrin, “if you wanted a show to be a success, you had to try and get Margaret Smith in it.”

The Sunday Times critic of the day, Harold Hobson, spotted her in a play by Michael Meyer and she was soon working with the directors Peter Hall and Peter Wood. “I didn’t think she would develop the range that she subsequently has,” said Hall, “but I did think she had star quality.”

One of her many admirers at Oxford, the writer Beverley Cross, initiated a long-term campaign to marry Smith that was only fulfilled after the end of her tempestuous 10-year relationship with the actor Robert Stephens, with whom she fell in love at the National and whom she married in 1967. This was a golden decade, as Smith played a beautiful Desdemona to Olivier’s Othello; a clever and impetuous Hilde Wangel to first Michael Redgrave, then Olivier, in Ibsen’s The Master Builder; and an irrepressibly witty and playful Beatrice opposite Stephens as Benedick in Franco Zeffirelli’s Sicilian Much Ado About Nothing, spangled in coloured lights.

Her National “service” was book-ended by two particularly wonderful performances in Restoration comedies by George Farquhar, The Recruiting Officer (1963) and The Beaux’ Stratagem (1970), both directed by William Gaskill, whom she called “simply the best teacher”. In the first, in the travesty role of Sylvia, her bubbling, playful sexuality shone through a disguise of black cork moustache and thigh-high boots on a clear stage that acquired, said Bamber Gascoigne, an air of sharpened reality, “like life on a winter’s day with frost and sun”.

In the second, her Mrs Sullen, driven frantic by boredom and shrewish by a sodden, elderly husband, was a tight-laced beanpole, graceful, swaying and tender, drawing from Ronald Bryden a splendidly phrased comparison with some Henri Rousseau-style giraffe, peering nervously down her nose with huge, liquid eyes at the smaller creatures around, nibbling off her lines fastidiously in a surprisingly tiny nasal drawl.

With Stephens, she had two sons, Chris and Toby, who both became actors. When the marriage hit the rocks in 1975, after the couple had torn strips off each other to mixed reviews in John Gielgud’s 1973 revival of Coward’s Private Lives, Smith absconded to Canada with Cross – whom she quickly married – and relaunched her career there, far from the London hurly-burly, but with access to Hollywood.

She played not just Rosalind in Stratford, Ontario, but also Lady Macbeth and Cleopatra to critical acclaim, as well as Judith Bliss in Coward’s Hay Fever and Millamant in William Congreve’s The Way of the World (this latter role she repeated triumphantly in Chichester and London in 1984, again directed by Gaskill). But her films at this time especially reinforced her status as a comedian of flair and authority, none more than Neil Simon’s California Suite (1978), in which Smith was happily partnered by Michael Caine, and won her second Oscar in the role of Diana Barrie, an actor on her way to the Oscars (where she loses).

Smith’s comic genius was increasingly refracted through tales of sadness, retreat and isolation, notably in what is very possibly her greatest screen performance, in Clayton’s The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne (1987), based on Brian Moore’s first novel, which charts the disintegration of an alcoholic Catholic spinster at guilty odds with her own sensuality.

This tragic dimension to her comedy, was seen on stage, too, in Edna O’Brien’s Virginia (1980), a haunting portrait of Virginia Woolf; and in Bennett’s The Lady in the Van (1999), in which she was the eccentric tramp Miss Shepherd. Miss Shepherd was a former nun who had driven ambulances during blackouts in the second world war and ended up as a tolerated squatter in the playwright’s front garden. Smith brought something both demonic and celestial to this critical, ungrateful, dun-caked crone and it was impossible to imagine any other actor in the role, which she reprised, developed and explored further in Nicholas Hytner’s delightful 2015 movie based on the play.

She scored two big successes in Edward Albee’s work on the London stage in the 1990s, first in Three Tall Women (1994, the playwright’s return to form), and then in one of his best plays, A Delicate Balance (1997), in which she played alongside Eileen Atkins who, like Dench, could give Smith as good as she got.

The Dench partnership lay fallow after their early years at the Old Vic together, but these two great stars made up for lost time. They appeared together not only on stage, in David Hare’s The Breath of Life (2002), playing the wife and mistress of the same dead man, but also on film, in the Merchant-Ivory A Room With a View (1985), Zeffirelli’s Tea With Mussolini (1999) and as a pair of grey-haired sisters in Charles Dance’s debut film as a director, Ladies in Lavender (2004). Smith referred to this latter film as “The Lavender Bags”. She had a name for everyone. Vanessa Redgrave she dubbed “the Red Snapper”, while Michael Palin, with whom she made two films, was simply “the Saint”.

With Palin, she appeared in Bennett’s A Private Function (1984), directed by Malcolm Mowbray – “Moaner Mowbray” he became – in which an unlicensed pig is slaughtered in a Yorkshire village for the royal wedding celebrations of 1947. Smith was Joyce Chilvers, married to Palin, who carries on snobbishly like a Lady Macbeth of Ilkley, deciding to throw caution to the winds and have a sweet sherry, or informing her husband matter-of-factly that sexual intercourse is in order.

She had also acted with Palin in The Missionary (1982), directed by Richard Loncraine, who was responsible for the film of Ian McKellen’s Richard III (1995, in which she played a memorably rebarbative Duchess of York) and My House in Umbria (2003), a much-underrated film, adapted by Hugh Whitemore from a William Trevor novella. This last brought out the very best in her special line in glamorous whimsy and iron-clad star status under pressure. She played Emily Delahunty, a romantic novelist opening her glorious house in Umbria to her three fellow survivors in a bomb blast on a train to Milan. One of these was played by Ronnie Barker, who had been at architectural college with Smith’s two brothers and had left them to join her at the Oxford Playhouse. Delahunty finds her new metier as an adoptive parent to a little orphaned American girl.

She was Mother Superior in the very popular Sister Act (1992) and its sequel, and her recent films included a “funny turn” as a disruptive housekeeper in Keeping Mum (2005), a vintage portrait of old age revisited by the past in Stephen Poliakoff’s Capturing Mary (on television in 2007) and as a solicitous grandmother of a boy uncovering a ghost story in Fellowes’s From Time to Time (2009).

As this latter film was released she confirmed that she had been diagnosed with breast cancer and had undergone an intensive course of chemotherapy, but had been given the all-clear – only to be struck down by a painful attack of shingles, a typical Maggie Smith example of good news never coming unadulterated with a bit of bad.

Her stage appearance as the title character in Albee’s The Lady from Dubuque at the Theatre Royal, Haymarket, in 2007 was, ironically, about death from cancer. She returned to the stage for the last time in 2019, as Brunhilde Pomsel in Christopher Hampton’s one-woman play A German Life, at the Bridge theatre, London.

Cross, who was a real rock, and helped protect her from the outside world, died in 1998. But Smith picked herself up, and went on to perform as sensationally and beguilingly as she had done all her life, including memorable appearances in the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel films (2011 and 2015) and two Downton Abbey movie spin-offs (2019 and 2022). Her final film role was in The Miracle Club (2023), co-starring Kathy Bates and Laura Linney.

She had been made CBE in 1970 and a dame in 1990, and in 2014 she was made a Companion of Honour. Her pleasure would have been laced with mild incredulity. A world without Smith recoiling from it in mock horror, and real distaste, will never seem the same again.

She is survived by Chris and Toby, and by five grandchildren.

🔔 Maggie Smith (Margaret Natalie Smith), actor, born 28 December 1934; died 27 September 2024

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Dame Maggie Smith (1934 - 2024).

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Dame Maggie Smith

1934-2024

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They are forcing me to live in a world without Maggie Smith 😭