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mimimanderly has just released the next card of The Sempra Deck, a set of Major Arcana cards forming the Tarot. Each time Mimi posts a new card, I will post another edition of the story, so you can see how the story and the cards meshed together. Here is the next card - 15 The Devil, and here is the next chapter of the story.
This Chapter is rated NC-17 for content and language. Happy Reading!
The Sempra Deck is dedicated to the real mystic goddess Mimi Manderly; to her beloved SeverusMuse, and to my precious Dahlra. All characters with the exception of Mimi Manderley, Peter and Dahlra belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from this publication.
Chapter 7 – Fitting The Lid Part 3
Much later, Mimi awoke to hear Severus speaking to Dumbledore. They were discussing Severus and Mimi’s meeting with Voldemort, and Dumbledore seemed rather pleased that Mimi had somehow convinced him of her otherworldly status. He concluded, as did Severus, that this might be a distraction from Harry himself. Perhaps the Dark Lord, in his arrogance, would drop his guard, thinking he no longer needed to worry about The Boy Who Lived.
“So Miss Manderly is now the Roman Queen giving the thumbs up or down to her chosen gladiator?” Dumbledore was saying.
Severus shrugged. “He believed her. They threw every hex and curse they could think of at her, and she just stood there smiling at them. No one was more unnerved than Bella.” Mimi could hear the grim satisfaction in Severus’ voice.
Dumbledore’s head went up. “They cursed her? Did he actually perform the Killing Curse?”
With the slightest of hesitations, Severus replied. “He did. Her body seemed to simply absorb it.”
“Most interesting. Most interesting, indeed, wouldn’t you say, Severus?”
“I have never seen anything like it, nor shall I expect to again, Albus.”
Dumbledore rose to leave. “Perhaps I should speak with her.”
“I would suggest leaving it for tomorrow, Albus. When I left her at her door, she seemed quite overwhelmed by the experience, and complained of being tired. I suggested she have a lie down, so she is probably sleeping.”
Dumbledore looked searchingly at his DADA instructor, then smiled. “Perhaps that is what we should all be doing. Good night, Severus. Well done.”
“Goodnight, Headmaster.”
Severus stood still, until Dumbledore closed the door behind him, then Severus carefully warded the room with every silencing and alarm spell he could think of. With that, he sighed, and turned back toward the bedroom, stopping as he spied Mimi leaning in the doorway, wearing his dressing robe. It pooled on the floor, and the sleeves were miles too long. She looked delicious. He felt his cock twitch lewdly.
“You heard?”
“Most of it.” She stood still as Severus approached her, untying the robe and slipping his hands around her waist, reveling in her bare flesh. She smiled as she reciprocated, and soon they were embracing, kissing, their hunger for one another rising in tandem with Severus’ eager cock.
He moaned as her hand closed over his turgid member, and she playfully held onto it as she drew him back into the bedroom. “Is this what is known as being led around by the dick, Mimi?” He gave her a lecherous little sneer that set of an army of butterflies dancing in her stomach, and she giggled.
“I like to think of it as taking the bull by the horns,” she replied, cheekily, and gave a little squeal of delight when he grasped her bottom and lifted her into his arms. He looked up into her face.
“I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to fuck standing up,” he purred, and hissed as she slid down his large pole in one slow movement.
“So have I,” she moaned.
Luckily for her, he was a natural.
The summons had come on a Friday, and the two of them stayed within Severus’ chambers for the remainder of the weekend. House-elves brought them food, and Mimi cried off dining in the Great Hall, saying she didn’t feel well. Severus used his summons as an excuse; he had told Dumbledore about Bella’s Crucio, and needed the weekend to recover.
During the weekend, they made love, ate, talked, made love, slept, discussed the present situation, made love, talked about the Sempra deck, and made love. Severus was convinced that this would be his only chance to try all of the things he’d thought about during the long Scotland nights with only his hand for company, and he found in Mimi a willing partner.
He approached her shyly, at first, afraid she would think him degenerate, but he found, to his profound relief that he was more or less like every other man; he wanted to have sex with his woman, and he wanted to try every position he had ever read about.
Some were amazingly erotic; some were nice but not earth-shattering. Some were initiated by Mimi, and they were the most enjoyable. And some intimidated him, but when performed on him, like being rimmed, made him think his orgasm was never going to end.
And it wasn’t just the pleasure of acting out his fantasies; he truly enjoyed watching Mimi come undone beneath his ministrations. He found bringing her to screaming orgasm after screaming orgasm more fulfilling than his own. He had always suspected this to be true, but until Mimi, he never had the chance to test his theory.
His eyes followed her everywhere; he could touch her openly without fear that the Dark Lord would use her against him. He could and did follow her around; even into the bath, where he bathed and caressed her with soapy, eager hands. He loved making her body sing, and she was his instrument, and he was hers.
Mimi herself had never felt so conflicted. She was heart-stoppingly in love with this man, and yet she worried about his future. She had changed the timeline of this universe the moment she arrived, but what if it wasn’t enough? What if she had to watch him die at the Battle of Hogwarts, some eighteen months hence? She wasn’t sure she could live without him now.
In the end, she decided that she would heed her own advice: watch, wait, and be ready.
Late into the night, as they lay entwined, their sweat from their bodies cooling, their hearts slowing from their lovemaking, Severus turned to her and kissed her softly. “Mimi, I –“ He stopped, and licked his lips, as if unsure to continue.
Puzzled, she sat up. “What is it, sweetie? You know you can tell me anything.”
He swallowed. “You know that I have to – to kill Dumbledore. He’s dying.”
She nodded sadly. “I know. I wish it didn’t have to be so, but I know exactly why you have to do it. It is wrong, and I hate him for putting you through this.”
“I will have to flee Hogwarts when the deed is done.” He turned to her. “Will you come with me?”
Mimi took him in her arms, and pulled him against her breast. “I will go with you to the ends of the earth. I will defend you to anyone who speaks out in ignorance. I will never leave your side until you have no more use for me.”
“Then you will never leave my side, Mimi Manderly.”
That evening, as Severus reached inside his desk for a quill, he jerked his hand from the desk, cursing under his breath.
“What’s wrong?”
He grimaced. “Oh, nothing, really. I’d forgotten about a small potions knife there. I’ve sliced my finger.”
Mimi tutted. “Oh, no. Here, let me have a look.”
“It’s nothing. A simple healing charm –“
But Mimi already held the injured hand in hers and frowned at the thin, smile-shaped line on the side of his index finger. Blood beaded from the cut, and without thinking, Mimi lifted the wound to her lips and kissed it. “Not a charm, but kisses always make things better.”
He muttered a healing charm, and Mimi, as always, marveled to see something so ‘simple’ do something as miraculous as healing wounded flesh. “Amazing,” she said, smiling at him.
He looked at her with what she called his ‘professor’s look’. “You have blood on your lips.”
“Do I?” Mimi instinctively licked the tiny smear of blood. She could taste it faintly. “Yuck,” she said, her eyes twinkling.
“My little vampire,” he purred, and leaned to kiss her, when she jerked back, and cried out in pain.
Severus watched with alarm as several small, short slashes suddenly appeared on her arms. She looked up at him incredulously. “What’s happening, Severus?”
“I don’t know,” he said, and even as he reached for his wand, the wounds faded, and she slumped in her chair, gasping. Finally, she laughed shakily.
“No more blood for me,” she quipped, as Severus knelt by her chair. She was pale with pain and fright, and something triggered his memory, but he couldn’t bring it to the surface.
“Mimi, I don’t like this. You could –” He looked at her, and suddenly, he felt the disorientating feeling of seeing himself outside his own mind. With a start, he realized he was looking at himself through her eyes.
He had Legilimised into her mind.
Reeling with the implications of this, he hastily withdrew, but not before she realized what had happened, and clutched her head in pain.
“Severus! I thought you said you couldn’t do that!”
“I couldn’t!” He looked at her in growing alarm. “I shouldn’t be able to.” A sick realization dawned on him. “Mimi, you are experiencing magic. Magic that has been performed on you.”
She didn’t answer. She was rigid in her chair, as if she’d been turned to stone. “Mimi?” he said, shaking her. She might have been one of the stone gargoyles for all her response.
Suddenly, in his memory, Severus saw them together; Mimi, her eyes sparkling with excitement, he, looking on with nervous skepticism.
“Now, go ahead, big, bad, wizard,” she had taunted. “Hex me, if you’re man enough-”
“Petrificus Totalus!” He had cast the spell at point blank range, but nothing happened, and the little minx had been cheeky enough to wink at him.
“Try again.”
“Rictusempra!” Mimi merely stood, smiling at him, her hands on her hips. He had been flummoxed. “I don’t understand. You should be laughing uncontrollably.”
If he’d been a betting man, he would've wagered a month's salary the hex that Pansy Parkinson had originally cast on Mimi was a simple Slicing Hex. It was one of her specialties, and her go-to spell when anyone got on her bad side. Severus had chastised her more than once for sending a hapless Gryffindor or Hufflepuff to the Infirmary with that spell. He was almost sure it was the spell Miss Parkinson had flung at Mimi when she had insulted her.
And now Mimi was the victim of his own Petrificus Totalus spell. He pointed his wand at her. “Finite Incantatum.”
Instantly, Mimi relaxed, then looked at him in horror. “Severus, please tell me what is happening.”
Breathing hard, Severus ground out, “I do not know how or why, but you have just experienced the first two spells that were cast against you. Miss Parkinson’s Slicing Hex, and my own Petrificus Totalus spell.”
Mimi was stunned. “How can this be?” Her eyes grew large with panic. “Does this mean I’ll soon be affected by every… spell… thrown… at me?” She began to laugh hysterically, the Rictumsempa spell manifesting itself. She threw back her head and laughed as if it were the funniest thing she’d ever heard.
“Sev- Severus! M-make it s-s-stop!” she screamed, as peal after peal of laughter burst from her. Severus cancelled the spell, then scooped her up into his arms.
“Where are you taking me?” Mimi said, the laughter finally dying in her throat. He looked down at her.
“To the Headmaster’s office.”
Mimi looked up at him, and meekly allowed him to carry her, as neither knew when the next spell would hit her. It was only as she heard Severus hoarsely call out the password (Cadbury’s flake!) that she realized why fear had roughened his voice.
The last curse thrown at her was the Avada Kedavra, the Killing Curse. If the Headmaster could not stop this, Mimi would die.
mimimanderly has just released the next card of The Sempra Deck, a set of Major Arcana cards forming the Tarot. Each time Mimi posts a new card, I will post another edition of the story, so you can see how the story and the cards meshed together. Here is the next card - 15 The Devil, and here is the next chapter of the story.
This Chapter is rated NC-17 for content and language. Happy Reading!
The Sempra Deck is dedicated to the real mystic goddess Mimi Manderly; to her beloved SeverusMuse, and to my precious Dahlra. All characters with the exception of Mimi Manderley, Peter and Dahlra belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from this publication.
Chapter 7 – Fitting The Lid Part 3
Much later, Mimi awoke to hear Severus speaking to Dumbledore. They were discussing Severus and Mimi’s meeting with Voldemort, and Dumbledore seemed rather pleased that Mimi had somehow convinced him of her otherworldly status. He concluded, as did Severus, that this might be a distraction from Harry himself. Perhaps the Dark Lord, in his arrogance, would drop his guard, thinking he no longer needed to worry about The Boy Who Lived.
“So Miss Manderly is now the Roman Queen giving the thumbs up or down to her chosen gladiator?” Dumbledore was saying.
Severus shrugged. “He believed her. They threw every hex and curse they could think of at her, and she just stood there smiling at them. No one was more unnerved than Bella.” Mimi could hear the grim satisfaction in Severus’ voice.
Dumbledore’s head went up. “They cursed her? Did he actually perform the Killing Curse?”
With the slightest of hesitations, Severus replied. “He did. Her body seemed to simply absorb it.”
“Most interesting. Most interesting, indeed, wouldn’t you say, Severus?”
“I have never seen anything like it, nor shall I expect to again, Albus.”
Dumbledore rose to leave. “Perhaps I should speak with her.”
“I would suggest leaving it for tomorrow, Albus. When I left her at her door, she seemed quite overwhelmed by the experience, and complained of being tired. I suggested she have a lie down, so she is probably sleeping.”
Dumbledore looked searchingly at his DADA instructor, then smiled. “Perhaps that is what we should all be doing. Good night, Severus. Well done.”
“Goodnight, Headmaster.”
Severus stood still, until Dumbledore closed the door behind him, then Severus carefully warded the room with every silencing and alarm spell he could think of. With that, he sighed, and turned back toward the bedroom, stopping as he spied Mimi leaning in the doorway, wearing his dressing robe. It pooled on the floor, and the sleeves were miles too long. She looked delicious. He felt his cock twitch lewdly.
“You heard?”
“Most of it.” She stood still as Severus approached her, untying the robe and slipping his hands around her waist, reveling in her bare flesh. She smiled as she reciprocated, and soon they were embracing, kissing, their hunger for one another rising in tandem with Severus’ eager cock.
He moaned as her hand closed over his turgid member, and she playfully held onto it as she drew him back into the bedroom. “Is this what is known as being led around by the dick, Mimi?” He gave her a lecherous little sneer that set of an army of butterflies dancing in her stomach, and she giggled.
“I like to think of it as taking the bull by the horns,” she replied, cheekily, and gave a little squeal of delight when he grasped her bottom and lifted her into his arms. He looked up into her face.
“I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to fuck standing up,” he purred, and hissed as she slid down his large pole in one slow movement.
“So have I,” she moaned.
Luckily for her, he was a natural.
The summons had come on a Friday, and the two of them stayed within Severus’ chambers for the remainder of the weekend. House-elves brought them food, and Mimi cried off dining in the Great Hall, saying she didn’t feel well. Severus used his summons as an excuse; he had told Dumbledore about Bella’s Crucio, and needed the weekend to recover.
During the weekend, they made love, ate, talked, made love, slept, discussed the present situation, made love, talked about the Sempra deck, and made love. Severus was convinced that this would be his only chance to try all of the things he’d thought about during the long Scotland nights with only his hand for company, and he found in Mimi a willing partner.
He approached her shyly, at first, afraid she would think him degenerate, but he found, to his profound relief that he was more or less like every other man; he wanted to have sex with his woman, and he wanted to try every position he had ever read about.
Some were amazingly erotic; some were nice but not earth-shattering. Some were initiated by Mimi, and they were the most enjoyable. And some intimidated him, but when performed on him, like being rimmed, made him think his orgasm was never going to end.
And it wasn’t just the pleasure of acting out his fantasies; he truly enjoyed watching Mimi come undone beneath his ministrations. He found bringing her to screaming orgasm after screaming orgasm more fulfilling than his own. He had always suspected this to be true, but until Mimi, he never had the chance to test his theory.
His eyes followed her everywhere; he could touch her openly without fear that the Dark Lord would use her against him. He could and did follow her around; even into the bath, where he bathed and caressed her with soapy, eager hands. He loved making her body sing, and she was his instrument, and he was hers.
Mimi herself had never felt so conflicted. She was heart-stoppingly in love with this man, and yet she worried about his future. She had changed the timeline of this universe the moment she arrived, but what if it wasn’t enough? What if she had to watch him die at the Battle of Hogwarts, some eighteen months hence? She wasn’t sure she could live without him now.
In the end, she decided that she would heed her own advice: watch, wait, and be ready.
Late into the night, as they lay entwined, their sweat from their bodies cooling, their hearts slowing from their lovemaking, Severus turned to her and kissed her softly. “Mimi, I –“ He stopped, and licked his lips, as if unsure to continue.
Puzzled, she sat up. “What is it, sweetie? You know you can tell me anything.”
He swallowed. “You know that I have to – to kill Dumbledore. He’s dying.”
She nodded sadly. “I know. I wish it didn’t have to be so, but I know exactly why you have to do it. It is wrong, and I hate him for putting you through this.”
“I will have to flee Hogwarts when the deed is done.” He turned to her. “Will you come with me?”
Mimi took him in her arms, and pulled him against her breast. “I will go with you to the ends of the earth. I will defend you to anyone who speaks out in ignorance. I will never leave your side until you have no more use for me.”
“Then you will never leave my side, Mimi Manderly.”
That evening, as Severus reached inside his desk for a quill, he jerked his hand from the desk, cursing under his breath.
“What’s wrong?”
He grimaced. “Oh, nothing, really. I’d forgotten about a small potions knife there. I’ve sliced my finger.”
Mimi tutted. “Oh, no. Here, let me have a look.”
“It’s nothing. A simple healing charm –“
But Mimi already held the injured hand in hers and frowned at the thin, smile-shaped line on the side of his index finger. Blood beaded from the cut, and without thinking, Mimi lifted the wound to her lips and kissed it. “Not a charm, but kisses always make things better.”
He muttered a healing charm, and Mimi, as always, marveled to see something so ‘simple’ do something as miraculous as healing wounded flesh. “Amazing,” she said, smiling at him.
He looked at her with what she called his ‘professor’s look’. “You have blood on your lips.”
“Do I?” Mimi instinctively licked the tiny smear of blood. She could taste it faintly. “Yuck,” she said, her eyes twinkling.
“My little vampire,” he purred, and leaned to kiss her, when she jerked back, and cried out in pain.
Severus watched with alarm as several small, short slashes suddenly appeared on her arms. She looked up at him incredulously. “What’s happening, Severus?”
“I don’t know,” he said, and even as he reached for his wand, the wounds faded, and she slumped in her chair, gasping. Finally, she laughed shakily.
“No more blood for me,” she quipped, as Severus knelt by her chair. She was pale with pain and fright, and something triggered his memory, but he couldn’t bring it to the surface.
“Mimi, I don’t like this. You could –” He looked at her, and suddenly, he felt the disorientating feeling of seeing himself outside his own mind. With a start, he realized he was looking at himself through her eyes.
He had Legilimised into her mind.
Reeling with the implications of this, he hastily withdrew, but not before she realized what had happened, and clutched her head in pain.
“Severus! I thought you said you couldn’t do that!”
“I couldn’t!” He looked at her in growing alarm. “I shouldn’t be able to.” A sick realization dawned on him. “Mimi, you are experiencing magic. Magic that has been performed on you.”
She didn’t answer. She was rigid in her chair, as if she’d been turned to stone. “Mimi?” he said, shaking her. She might have been one of the stone gargoyles for all her response.
Suddenly, in his memory, Severus saw them together; Mimi, her eyes sparkling with excitement, he, looking on with nervous skepticism.
“Now, go ahead, big, bad, wizard,” she had taunted. “Hex me, if you’re man enough-”
“Petrificus Totalus!” He had cast the spell at point blank range, but nothing happened, and the little minx had been cheeky enough to wink at him.
“Try again.”
“Rictusempra!” Mimi merely stood, smiling at him, her hands on her hips. He had been flummoxed. “I don’t understand. You should be laughing uncontrollably.”
If he’d been a betting man, he would've wagered a month's salary the hex that Pansy Parkinson had originally cast on Mimi was a simple Slicing Hex. It was one of her specialties, and her go-to spell when anyone got on her bad side. Severus had chastised her more than once for sending a hapless Gryffindor or Hufflepuff to the Infirmary with that spell. He was almost sure it was the spell Miss Parkinson had flung at Mimi when she had insulted her.
And now Mimi was the victim of his own Petrificus Totalus spell. He pointed his wand at her. “Finite Incantatum.”
Instantly, Mimi relaxed, then looked at him in horror. “Severus, please tell me what is happening.”
Breathing hard, Severus ground out, “I do not know how or why, but you have just experienced the first two spells that were cast against you. Miss Parkinson’s Slicing Hex, and my own Petrificus Totalus spell.”
Mimi was stunned. “How can this be?” Her eyes grew large with panic. “Does this mean I’ll soon be affected by every… spell… thrown… at me?” She began to laugh hysterically, the Rictumsempa spell manifesting itself. She threw back her head and laughed as if it were the funniest thing she’d ever heard.
“Sev- Severus! M-make it s-s-stop!” she screamed, as peal after peal of laughter burst from her. Severus cancelled the spell, then scooped her up into his arms.
“Where are you taking me?” Mimi said, the laughter finally dying in her throat. He looked down at her.
“To the Headmaster’s office.”
Mimi looked up at him, and meekly allowed him to carry her, as neither knew when the next spell would hit her. It was only as she heard Severus hoarsely call out the password (Cadbury’s flake!) that she realized why fear had roughened his voice.
The last curse thrown at her was the Avada Kedavra, the Killing Curse. If the Headmaster could not stop this, Mimi would die.
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Date: 2011-08-05 12:33 am (UTC)Can Dumbledore save Mimi from the Killing Curse? I know he is powerful, but is he that powerful? Please, oh please, Dumbledore must save her.
And after she has been saved, they will have eighteen more months between now and the Battle of Hogwarts. Everything just go a whole lot more complicated!
Awesome chapter, Teddy!
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Date: 2011-08-05 01:04 am (UTC)I will tell you it gets pretty hairy from here on out... The good times are over for now. And no, sadly, Dumbledore is not that powerful. I'm sorry, sweetie.
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Date: 2011-08-05 03:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-05 03:11 am (UTC)Nothing can happen to Mimi! NOTHING! Do you hear me? Nothing bad can happen to her!!!
Is it because she ingested Severus' blood?
You have me all in a fit over this chapter. I need the next update. From you and Mimi!
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Date: 2011-08-05 02:40 pm (UTC)Feel omnipotent yet? ;)
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Date: 2011-08-05 11:39 pm (UTC)