Author's note: This is my first attempt at SS/HG fanfiction, I hope it's not too bad. Any grammatical errors are all mine. The story is set ten years after the end of Deathly Hallows, it's (hopefully) canon-compliant except Snape is still alive and the evil epilogue of doom never existed.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K Rowling, the lyrics belong to the marvellous biffy Clyro
These words won't help you
If you're looking for answers
These words won't help you
Despite all evidence to the contrary, Severus was a fairly simple man. All he wanted in life was peace and quiet to work on his potions. It had been ten years since the war and he was back teaching at Hogwarts. But ever since the arrival of a certain Professor Granger all his ideas of a peaceful year went out the window.
True, she wasn't quite as irritating as she once was. In fact she had developed into a rather...delectable woman. He was under no illusions when he came to his physical charms. The years had been far better to her than they had to him. His last attack from Nagini had left unsightly scars on his neck. Added to the patchwork of scars on his back from Lord-He-Who-Was-An-Anagram, his sallow skin and unsavoury features, he was light years out of her league. But that didn't stop him from having inappropriate thoughts about her.
When Hermione...no, Professor Granger had been introduced as the new Muggle Studies professor, Severus was prepared to meet the annoying teenager he'd last seen. He'd been surprised to see a beautiful woman in her stead. Her hair was still as uncontrollable as ever but her brown eyes were now shining with experience and life. Even worse was the fact that now she could talk to him on an equal footing. Was it not bad enough that she was smart and beautiful, she also had to be witty?! It was as if the universe was out to get him. She was under the illusion that they were friends of some sort and perversely, seemed to enjoy his company. The angrier he got, the tighter she held on. Even his legendary tongue couldn't save him, she gave as good as she got. It was sweet torture sitting next to her, talking to her, smelling her, feeling the brush of her hand against his; he felt like he would explode! And the dreams; he had never been so glad he was a strong occlumens . Surely he was breaking some law, having such salacious fantasies about his former student. How embarrassing, the terrifying Bat of the Dungeons had been reduced to a love-struck buffoon.
A/N Please let me know what you think