Chapter 82: Half-Brotherly Hate

Hamershal Estate, Wizarding World...

Jiles remained silent as the loud crack of thunder resounded all throughout the front entrance of Hamershal Manor. The billowing ebony robes of none other than Severus Sebastian Snape had come into view amid the cloud of black smoke. The Potions Master's pale face had been twisted into an angry grimace as he approached the door to the manor with murderous intent behind his obsidian eyes. His lengthy raven hair rising and falling against his shoulders in time with his brisk pace. The butler had known for quite some time that Snape would be on his way given what he had read in the wizarding world newspaper as of late.

It was also quite obvious as to why Jarvis suddenly decided to visit his mother for the weekend. A last minute decision one could be sure. Snape came bursting through the halls as if he had a heat seeking missile attached to him. He knew Jarvis would be here. The little fool had always been so predictable. Lady Hamershal very rarely saw either of her sons as of late and had been delighted when Jiles told her that not only had Jarvis arrived but Severus as well.

She had not been in the drawing room long before she heard the two of them running about the house.

"Volans ropa!" shouted Jarvis.

Immediately a roped net flew toward Snape who had deflected it with ease.

"Surrexit Dromoneum!" shouted the irate Potions Master making the rope fall into pieces.

Jarvis had grown into a handsome young wizard. If being adorably awkward was to be considered a good thing for a Pureblood of his stature. He had been a couple hairs shorter than his elder half-brother. He wore the usual attire accustomed by Purebloods and possessed the striking looks of his father.

Snape dodged another haphazard hex.

"Flagellum vitis!" shouted Jarvis darting through the dining room.

Vicious green vines whipped at the ebony clad Potions Master.

Snape waved his wand and hurled them back at his younger half-brother.

"Serpens pila!" He shouted as the hurled vines turned into a ball of numerous hissing snakes.

"AHHHHH!" shouted Jarvis as he barely managed to dodge them. "Severus be reasonable!"

"I'm afraid reason when out the window when you involved yourself in my personal business." said Snape bitterly.

"I-I was only trying to help." said Jarvis. "People were beginning to think you were some kind of soulless robot."

Snape cast a stinging hex that hit Jarvis square in the face.

"AHHH!" shouted the younger wizard in pain.

As Jarvis stumbled Snape took advantage of his inability to defend himself.

"Levicorpus!" shouted Snape with a skilled flick of his wand.

Jarvis was instantly levitated into the air.

His dark eyes wide with fear as his elder half-brother advanced his steps.

"Do you concede?" he asked with a flicker of malice behind his eyes.

Jarvis nodded knowing all too well that he was no match for his elder half-brother.

"I-I apologize." said the Pureblood wizard. "Please give Hermione my warmest regards."

Snape narrowed his eyes at the mention of Hermione.

"Langlock!" he said with a wave of his wand.

Jarvis felt his tongue swell and cut off his ability to speak. Both defeated and humiliated he was at his brother's mercy.

"You will recant your statement and you will not mention me, my witch, or your relation to me in any way or I will return and ensure that you meet The Dark Lord personally." said the Potions Professor in a dangerous tone. "This is the only warning I will give you...I suggest you heed it."

Jarvis nodded in agreement.

Snape walked away leaving the younger wizard dangling and unable to speak. The Potions Master apparated back to Hogwarts having successfully completed his mission.

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Snape's Quarter's, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts...

When Snape had arrived Hermione had been in the shower. The steam from his bathroom began to spill into his bedroom and a wicked smirk filed across his sallow pale face. The Potions Master magically removed his clothes and slipped into the steam filled room with all the stealth of a panther. Hermione had been busily scrubbing away letting the slick white foam from her soap build up over her skin. He quietly pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower behind her. The witch had hardly seemed to notice until she felt his large calloused hands on her waist.

"Severus?" she asked almost breathlessly.

"Obviously." he replied already getting started kissing that spot on her neck that seemed to always make her go wild.

"Where have you been?" she asked finding herself becoming lost in his minor assault on her senses.

"Settling a few old scores." he replied truthfully.

The water from the shower had been warm as it washed over the two of them soaking his raven hair and making it cling to his slick pale skin as it had her bushy brown locks.

The Potions Master rather enjoyed the sight of the Charms Mistress in his shower. Like some almost unobtainable dream that had finally come true.

"I don't suppose you could wash my back." she said biting down on her bottom lip in reaction to the contact with his body.

"I might be persuaded to do so." he purred in her ear. "Of course then I would require the right...motivation."

Hermione let out a breathless moan feeling Snape press his erection against the back of her water slick thighs. The heat radiating off their respective bodies had been more than enough to quell the chill from the lack of heat in the water after such prolonged usage.

Biting her bottom lip again Hermione tried in vain to catch her increasingly ragged breath.

"And aside from washing my back, what would I gain from providing you with the appropriate...motivation?" she asked.

Snape pressed her up against the tile with his lean pale form.

"How about...unending pleasure." he purred in her ear.

It had been Hermione's undoing as she managed to back him up just enough to turn to face him. The heated look in her eyes had been more than enough confirmation and Snape lifted the young witch as she wrapped her slender legs around his waist. Her back was pressed into the cool water slick tile and her chest against that of her lover's.

Snape let out a hiss feeling himself surrounded by the witch's engulfing heat.

"Yessss." he said drunk with passion.

Hermione could do little more than moan as he began to thrust at a deliberately slow pace in a bid to find his rhythm.

They must have been a sight tangled so perfectly in his shower. His pace increasing as he found just the right tempo. Hermione had clung to him as he continued to send sensations rippling through her slender form.

"Severus." she managed feeling the first of what would be many waves of release.

Snape kissed her passionately as he continued to thrust getting rather savage in his movements. The witch in his arms had made him feel things he never thought possible as he continued to fill her with pleasure.

"Hermione." he whispered softly.

The witch had a hold on him. Possibly more so then she would ever realize.

As the hours passed and their activity came to an end both Snape and Hermione were layed out in his large black four poster bed. The crisp black sheets surrounding them as she lay with her body across his and her hand on his pale chest.

"I love you." she whispered softly as sleep began to over take her.

"And I love you." he whispered back as his eyes grew heavy.

Within minutes they were both asleep.

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The Next Day...

Snape had been on his usual patrol of the halls when a visitor for him arrived at Hogwarts. He ventured into his office where he had been annoyed to find Albus waiting with none other than Jarvis Hamershal. The old wizard smiled at him with twinkling blue eyes. It annoyed The Potions Master greatly.

"To what do I owe this displeasure." he said not at all hiding his temperament.

Jarvis gave him a warm smile.

"I've come to see you big brother." he said.

Snape rolled his eyes.

"Did we not have a discussion about your so called relation to me being unmentionable?" he asked.

"Severus he's your younger brother." said Dumbledore.

"He's my half-brother you sentimental old sod." replied Snape as he strode over to his chair.

"He only seeks to bond with you." said The Headmaster. "Why not let him?"

"I do not particularly care for bonding." said Snape turning his attention to the stack of parchments upon his desk. "Being made to bleed out on a ballroom floor must have completely taken it out of me."

Jarvis looked quite pitiful.

"How many times do I have to apologies for that?" he asked. "We were children for Merlin's sake"

Snape ignored him.

"Severus." said Jarvis. "What is it going to take for you to forgive me?"

Snape looked up at his younger half-brother and attempted to open his mouth.

"Severus." said Dumbledore apparently knowing the young raven haired wizard a little too well to gauge what he was about to say.

Snape smirked and returned to grading his parchments.

"Sev..." started Jarvis.

At the mention of the childhood nickname that Lily Evans-Potter had given him Snape lept from his seat and seized his younger half-brother by the throat. Dumbledore readied his wand unsure if he should stop him or see how it all played out. The murderous look Snape had in his obsidian eyes had been unsettling.

"DO. NOT. EVER. CALL. ME. THAT!" said Snape in an icy tone.

Jarvis nodded understanding how much it had upset the Potions Master.

"U-Understood." he said throwing up his hands.

"Good." replied Snape letting Jarvis fall to the ground.

"I-I apologies." said the dark haired wizard as he scrambled to his feet. "I-I just wanted..."

Seeing that Snape was once again back at his desk ignoring him Jarvis sighed.

"I guess, I'll leave you to it then." he said taking his leave.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"Severus, give that boy a chance." he said. "He seems to actually want to get to know you."

"I can handle my own personal affairs without your meddling old man." remarked Snape in the same icy tone as before. "Now if you don't mind I still have a ton of 6th year parchments to grade."

The Headmaster signed and took his leave of the younger wizard.

Unbeknownst to Severus, he had just enough time to catch up to a disheartened Jarvis Hamershal on his way out to the grounds.