Title: House Elves and Herbology
Category: Books » Harry Potter
Author: vashmil
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Genre: Romance/Friendship
Published: 10-20-11, Updated: 10-21-11
Chapters: 5, Words: 7,755
Chapter 1: Chapter 1
AN: This is non-compliant from HBP. Dumbledore is still alive and headmaster. Snape is still a spy. Draco was never ordered to kill Dumbledore, but instead has been well-protected from the Dark Lord by his parents. Hermione is 17 when the story begins (1 August 1997), but turns 18 a month and a half later on 19 September. Severus is 37.
Disclaimer 1: Anything you recognize belongs to the Queen, JKR. I own nothing and make no money.
Disclaimer 2: I've read hundreds of FF stories over the years; so if you recognize your own plot or scene in here, believe me when I say it's not intentional.
I don't dig flames, so if this isn't your ship, don't read it. Constructive criticism and compliments are more than welcome!
Thanks for reading!
She had been staring at the book in front of her for hours, but she hadn't read a word.
Bill and Fleur had been married that afternoon and their family and friends were still outside celebrating. It had been absolutely beautiful ceremony. Fleur had captivated everyone. It was every girl's dream.
She sighed.
Fleur's father had given her away. He had been so proud of his little girl.
Her own father would never walk her down the aisle. Jugson and Mulciber had seen to that earlier this year. She'd thought they would be safe in Australia, especially with their memories gone. How wrong she was. Her parents had been tortured and murdered without the memory of their only daughter. Jugson and Muciber would die; preferably at her own hands.
She slammed the book shut and angrily wiped the tears from her eyes. Today was supposed to be a happy day.
"Hey, Mione!" Ron bounded into the living room and flopped onto the sofa next to her.
"Hey," she said in a hushed voice. She couldn't deal with his smile right now, so she stared into the fire.
"Don't tell me you've been in here reading while there's a party going on! You should come back outside! I just came in to use the loo," he shouted as he ran from the room.
He'd been partying hard, that was for sure. She could still smell the firewhiskey from his breath even after he'd left.
Hermione stood and gently set the book back on the shelf. She realized that she'd been "reading" Quiddich Through the Ages and almost laughed. The title hadn't even pierced her addled thoughts when she'd pulled it off the shelf. Maybe she should actually read it someday so that she could half follow the boys' conversations once in a while. "Hah!"
"Something funny, Ms. Granger?"
She whirled around, "Professor Snape! I didn't hear you come in."
"Clearly," he drawled, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his black-clad arms.
"I was just leaving, I'll be on my way," She made for the door.
"You didn't answer my question."
She stopped. "Sir?"
He raised his eyebrow.
"Oh! Uhm… I was just contemplating reading a book on quiddich so that I could follow the boys' conversations. I do amuse myself sometimes." A wistful smile found its' way to her mouth. She immediately stiffened and tried to continue towards the door. "I should get back to the party."
He didn't move.
"Excuse me, sir."
"The party is that way," he pointed towards the door on the other side of the room; the door that led to the Burrow's back yard and the party. He was right, damnit.
"Fine, I'm not going back to the party, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. Is that what you wanted to know?"
His black eyes flashed dangerously, "Yes."
She felt a shiver of fear (was it fear?) run down her spine. Her eyes widened and she stepped back. "Well…I…uh…I should go."
He stood and moved from the doorway. He smirked as he watched her bolt from the room.
She didn't see the way his eyes followed her bum as she ran down the hall. Nor did she see him close the door, lean his head back against it and adjust himself in his suddenly too tight trousers.
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Severus stared at the ceiling and groaned. He hadn't looked a woman that way in almost 20 years, let alone a student. He hadn't even looked at her that way until tonight. She had worn a frilly little red number. It was tasteful, but she filled it out in a way that made him want to reach out and touch her. Everywhere.
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Hermione was out of breath by the time she reached her room. Well, it was the room she shared with Ginny, but Ginny was still at the party.
What the hell had that been about? She just needed to get that shower and go to sleep. Gods, she needed sleep. "Who the hell invited him, anyway," she mumbled into the empty room as she stripped her clothes off. She wrapped her towel around her torso and crossed the hall to the bathroom.
Hermione locked the door and dropped her towel. She started to reach for the shower knob, but changed her mind. A bath sounded glorious. it had been a long day, after all.
She stood and closed her eyes while the bath filled. The lavender bath salts she had used were already working their magic. She felt the tension slipping away as she breathed in deeply through her nose. She spotted herself in the mirror. Gods, if only she had time to work on herself. Her belly was too soft, but at least she had nice sized breasts.
She sighed and moved back to the tub. She turned off the water and stepped in. Her eyes closed as she relaxed into the water. It was perfection.
She could see his eyes, the way they burned into her soul. She saw his mouth move, but heard nothing. Where his voice should have been, there was only heat and throbbing between her legs. She moaned as her hands reached her clit, sending even more pleasure coursing through her. She thrust two of her fingers deep inside and rubbed herself with her thumb. She saw black eyes and white lightning as she cried out into the deafening silence of the room.
Her eyes snapped open in shock.
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Severus stood outside the bathroom, staring blankly down the hall as he listened acutely to the sounds coming from within. He was definitely not going to sleep well tonight.
Well? I know it's short, but I have much, much more in this brain of mine. Let me know what you think.