Morpheus Amoretti
By: Sasusc
Spoilers: None
Summary: Hermione keeps waking up next to one Severus Snape, and neither one of them knows why. HGSS
Chapter One: Gryffindor in Slytherin Clothing
She woke up slowly. She was nice and warm, and her body just didn't want to move. She shifted a little to avoid the faint sunlight. She gave a slight frown in her sleep. That wasn't right. The sun didn't rise on her side of the castle. She tightened her arm around the pillow she was clutching to her side. It sunk, which wasn't unusual since it was a pillow after all, but it rose again. She laid her hand out flat. This was not her pillow. It was warm and hard. It felt…like a body.
She groaned. Now she had to wake up. There shouldn't be any one sharing her bed. She didn't have a boyfriend. Yes, her two best friends were both male, but she doubted that one of them was the body she was cuddling with at the moment. The only love she felt for her two friends were friendship. The small crushes she held for them over the years were not strong enough to override their friendship. Besides that, both boys were in a relationship. She doubted theirs or hers integrity would allow this morning to be.
She lifted her head up. It had been resting on the man's shoulders, she realized quickly. Everything was fuzzy. She quickly remedied that problem by shoving her mass of curly hair out of her face. She peaked at the face of the sleeping man.
The woman rolled to her back, arms straight to her sides. She closed her eyes, hoping to open them to her own bedroom. One eye slowly opened. Nope. That wasn't her usual ceiling. She shut it quickly. She had to be still dreaming. She couldn't be in bed with this man. She couldn't!
The man beside her mumbled something before turning over. Unfortunately for her, he turned towards her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his dark head resting below her chin on her breasts. Her naked breasts, she became aware of when his hair tickled her naked skin.
Oh, God! This was worst then she thought. She was in bed with him. She was naked. He felt like he was naked. It was highly possible that they were both completely naked beneath the sheets covering them. Naked. What was she going to do? She experimented by trying to wiggle off of the bed. He held her tighter, refusing to let her go. She blew her hair away from her mouth and stared at the ceiling. She wasn't going to go anywhere until he released her. She was hoping that he didn't wake up before he did that.
How did she end up in bed with him? She tried to recall last night. There was a party last night. In the great hall, she recalled, where only the seventh years were allowed to go to. This was their last week in school. The headmaster had allowed a party for the graduating Seventh Years. She only went because Harry and Ron dragged her there. She hadn't stayed very long, only long enough for a drink or two before she escaped to the library where she had planned to spend the afternoon in the first place. Hermione frowned. She couldn't remember anything after that. Had she made it to the library? She had a fuzzy recollection of the library, but nothing specific. A book…
Oh my! He was stroking her side. She clutched the dark bed sheets underneath her. What was she going to do? Should she try to wake the man up? But no, she wanted to leave before he woke up. That did feel nice. If she was a cat, she would have purred. Her hands relaxed on the bed. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. He lured her to sleep.
Hermione woke again some time later. She was cold. She sat up and stretched. It was probably time to wake up anyway, her mind told her. Her hair, she noticed, formed a cloud around her. She must have forgotten to braid it before going to bed. It was going to be a pain to get out all of those knots that formed while she was sleeping.
Something was wrong. Within seconds, she knew why.
"You're awake," she heard quietly from the side. She turn to look across the bed to the man who spoke. He was sitting in a chair wearing a bathrobe. His arms were folded across his chest. She would have screamed in surprised except for the expression he was displaying. She was so used to see a scowl or a malicious grin pinned to his face. Never a look of…what? Kindness? Concern?
"Professor Snape?" Those two little words brought back memories of earlier when she first woke up. She grabbed the sheets pooled at her waist. She must have fallen back to sleep. How could she have fallen asleep?
"Miss Granger, can you explain to me why you are in my bedroom and in my bed completely naked?"
She shook her head. She refused to look at him. He had to have watched her wake up. Couldn't he have woken her up? Say something before she had sat up and stretched? Before she had put on a show for the man?
"No, you won't tell me; or no, you cannot explain?" His voice was as smooth and as soft a night's whisper. She shivered slightly. Hermione told herself that it was the slight chill in the air, and not her professor's voice, that sent the shivers running down her spine.
"I…can't explain, sir. I don't remember what happened last night. I tried to earlier, but the last thing I could recall from last night was going to the library."
"Tried earlier?" She never noticed how dark his eyes were until now when they were staring at her with this much intensity. It was not the indifference look she had grown accustomed to over the years of sitting in his classroom.
Hermione blushed. "I woke up earlier. I wanted to leave before you woke up, but I must have fallen asleep while waiting."
Severus stood up. "There's a bathrobe at the foot of the bed. I couldn't find your clothes. When you are done, join me for breakfast." He quickly left and shut the bedroom door. The house elf had set up breakfast for two in the little nook area of his quarters.
Hermione came out of the bedroom rolling up the sleeves of the bathrobe. It was much to long for her smaller arms. Severus watched her sit down carefully. She didn't look like his student in his bathrobe and with her hair all messed up. Any other woman would have run screaming from his room at the horror of waking up in his bed. Any student would as well. She didn't. That surprised him. It also surprised him that he thought of Hermione Granger as a woman and not as child as he had remembered her to be--as he had thought her to be since the first day she arrived in his classroom.
They both picked up their folks and started to eat the meal before them. Neither spoke. They didn't want to ruin the calm and peaceful air around them with speech. Severus wiped his face before placing his napkin on top of his empty plate. He watched Hermione take one last bite before doing the same. Immediately, their meals disappeared.
"What do you remember about last night, Professor?"
Severus was startled that she would bring up the subject before he could approach it himself. He rubbed a hand across his forehead. He didn't remember much either. He briefly went to the seventh year party in the great hall to make sure no one younger had snuck in. He grabbed a quick drink before chasing off a sixth year Slytherin back to his common room. His memories after that were fuzzy. That, in itself, was unusual. He always knew what he did and was in control of himself, even under the influence of alcohol. To survive, he had to be in control of himself at all times least he slipped and risk his life.
"No more then you," he told her at last.
"We both don't remember what happened last night. There must have been something in common we both had that could affect us so." She stood up and started pacing. She needed to make a list. She spotted her professor's desk in the next room. There had to be paper and a quill there. She hurried to it and located a blank sheet of parchment and, surprising enough, a muggle pencil. That was much better then a quill. She carried the items to the table where the Potion Master was still sitting. She sat down and made two columns. She labeled one Snape and the other Granger. She glanced up eagerly. "Can you tell me everything you did yesterday? Everything you ate or drank?"
He leaned forward slightly to see what she had written. Ah, she wanted to find a common denominator between them to explain their lost of memory. She filled the column with his day. When he was finish talking, she wrote down her whole day. She crossed out the things she ruled out as not possible reasons.
"Well," she said when she narrowed the list down to a few items. "We both were forced to eat a lemon drop from Professor Dumbledore. I'm not accusing him of anything, you understand, but I wouldn't put it pass him not to tamper with it. Harry ate a handful of lemon drops once. He was loopy for the rest of the day."
Severus snorted. Dumbledore was sneaky. He always tried to lace his tea with all kinds of potions after his meetings with the Dark Lord. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. He waved a hand for her to continue.
"Lets see," she said reading through the list. "We were both in the gardens this afternoon. There may have been something in the air that could have affected us. I don't remember smelling anything unusual when I was walking through it. Did you?"
"No. There shouldn't be anything in the gardens that would have this effect."
"And we both had a drink from the party last night." She tapped the pencil on the table, thinking. "I noticed several packages being delivered today that I know came from Fred and George's store. It's possible that they design something that could have been put into the punch." She circled it underneath her column. "That is the most plausible answer to this."
She chewed on the end of the pencil. "Hmm. I wondered what it was suppose to do. I'm sure the twins wouldn't make something to…" She blushed. "Well, what might have happened last night?"
Severus took the parchment from her and read through the list. He tapped a finger on the paper. "This potion here requires three sirens' gills. Do you remember touching them with your bare hands?"
Hermione glanced at the point his finger was pointing too. The Merpeople Lure Potion. She had brewed that potion yesterday morning to have a talk with the merpeople in the lake. She had read in several books about the merpeople over the summer break. She had developed a plan to find the merpeople in the lake at Hogwarts and learned more about them firsthand. The sirens' gills held the main property for luring the merpeople to a certain spot. Sirens were actually a type of salamander that resembles an eel. The gills were harmless to a muggle, but magic in a person could awaken the luring property. Hermione crewed her bottom lip in thought.
"I'm not sure. It's possible that I may have had accidentally came into contact with it. Why?"
"I was experimenting with a potion using a siren gill and tail. A siren lure could have been a contributing factor to this."
Hermione shook her head. "I don't think so. It would have been washed away when I was in the lake."
"The lake?"
She nodded. "Where else would I be using the potion, Professor?"
Severus was about to ask why she would be in the lake talking to the merpeople when he heard a noise from the fireplace, signaling someone's arrival. "Stay here," he hissed to her as he got up. He moved to the next room, which he was grateful wouldn't allow the visitor to see where Hermione was sitting.
"Severus, my boy! We missed you at breakfast," Albus Dumbledore claimed.
Severus leaned on the archway, crossing his ankles casually. "I decided to breakfast alone."
"Ah, that's too bad. You missed quite a show," he said with a twinkle in his eyes. "The Gryffindor seventh years all spotted green hair. They also had a snake painted on their left cheek. They lost a bet, or so I hear, to your House last night at the party."
"Really?" He arched a brow. "That'll make quite picture for my advance class this morning."
"Speaking of classes, don't you have one in a few minutes? The advance class?"
Severus glanced at the clock above the fireplace. He was right. He was going to be late for his class. He stiffened as he heard a noise behind him. Miss Granger must have realized that she would be late for the class as well.
"Are you entertaining a visitor?"
"No, Albus. Do I look like I'm dress for a visitor?"
Albus studied him over his half-moon glasses. "A lady visitor perhaps," he remarked. He grinned at him and pointed to his own neck. "Ah, that is the real reason why I haven't seen you since last night. I fondly remember getting love bites in my younger days." A dreamy look appeared on the older man's face. Severus made a note to check a mirror before leaving his quarters. Albus cleared his throat. "Yes, well, my boy, I'll leave you to your lady love. I'll have Miss Granger start the class. Your notes are in your office, correct?" Severus nodded. "I'll like to meet your lady, but alas, not today. I must inform Miss Granger of her duty." The Headmaster flooed out of the room.
Severus ran a hand through his hair. They both were in trouble. "He's gone," he called to her. Hermione stepped nearer to him.
"Is that connected with the Head Girl's room?"
"Of course not!"
"That was too much to hope for, wasn't it?" Hermione walked back to the bedroom. Severus followed her. He stopped as he noticed her on her hands and knees near the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for my wand!" she called out from beneath the bed. "Have you seen it?"
Severus glanced around the room. A quick look revealed nothing. "We don't have time to look for it. It might be wherever your clothes went off too."
Hermione sat up on her legs. "I can't leave here wearing your bathrobe!" she cried from her position on the floor.
Severus grabbed his wand on the armoire. He performed a quick transfiguration on the bathrobe into a school girl's uniform. Neither noticed the uniform held Slytherin colors. He transfigured a pair of his shoes for her to wear. "I'll look for your wand later. Floo to my office, and pray that the Headmaster isn't there. No, wait. The classroom next to mine was the poison classroom. There's a floo connection from this room to there. Use that."
Hermione nodded.
Severus didn't watch her leave. He stared around his bedroom. There was no evidence of her presences in the room. He walked to the bathroom. He grimaced as he stepped in a puddle. There were several large puddles leading to his large sunken pool he used as a bathtub. A garnet red hair ribbon laid half in the water. He groaned. Did they fornicate in here as well? In his bath? He turned away from the sight. The mirror came into view. There was a hickey on his neck. Luckily, his teaching robes would cover the mark up. A careful check only revealed one other hickey on his stomach. No worries about hiding that one.
Hermione sprinted the several yards to the potion classroom. Only after opening it, did she remember that Professor Snape's office was across the hall from the classroom. She swerved to go to the office. Professor Dumbledore was walking around the room touching objects as he went along.
"Professor," Hermione greeted, glad her voice didn't sound out of breath.
"Ah, Miss Granger. Professor Snape is running a bit late. Would you mind taking his place until he arrives?" She nodded. She took the notes he offered her. A twinkle appeared in his eyes. "My dear, were you running a bit behind as well?"
"Why do you say that?" she asked with slight alarm.
"I've never seen your hair this wild before. Have fun."
Hermione touched her hair as he left. There was nothing to be done about it now. She needed to run to her room before next class anyway. That would be her opportunity to tame it. She walked into the potion classroom calmly, clutching the notes to her chest.
"Hermione," Harry called to her.
Hermione turn to look at him. She blinked. He had green hair. She squinted her eyes a little to make out the mark on his cheek. A snake? She noticed the few Gryffindors in the class all had green hair and snake tattoo. What was that about?
"Hermione, where have you been? We've looked everywhere for you," Ron whined.
Both Ron and Harry wanted to become an Auror. They needed advance potions to become accepted into that program. They needed all of the luck they had to pass their NEWTS.
"Hey, Granger doesn't have green hair," someone said behind her.
She turned around. Draco stood there. "Of course I don't have green hair," she snapped at him.
"You all were to have green hair and a snake tattoo painted on your cheeks."
"I don't understand."
Draco smirked. "Remember last night? Slytherins won the bet."
"I wasn't there last night, Draco." She walked away from him to the front of the class. She was late starting the lesson. She ordered everyone to their seats. The order went unheeded for a few minutes. She started the lesson, which was mostly a few warnings and hints to help the students finish their experimental potion they were asked to make.
She got out her cauldron from its safe spot and set in on her desk. She started to reach for her wand but realized she didn't have one. How was she going to finish her project? She glanced around at her other classmates. Each one of them was busy mixing and cutting ingredients. A closer look at Ron released her worries. Ron was working with a stirring rod. She had forgotten about that. She rarely used her stirring rod. Using a wand helps to strengthen a potion. She reached to grab her backpack. She caught nothing but air. She pushed back her chair to look under the table. No backpack. Where was it? She dropped her head on the table in defeat. Everything she needed was in her room. Professor Snape would never allow her to go to her room to collect it. I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't have time to run to my room to get my stuff after leaving your bed. She snorted. Even if he wanted to let her get it, he couldn't. Professor Snape didn't allow anyone to leave for that, and that included his own House he favors. It would look funny if he let her do so.
"I see you haven't blown yourselves up in my absence," Professor Snape remarked as he enter into the classroom. He glanced around the room. He smirked as he noticed the green hair of the Gryffindors. All but one. Opps. He completely had forgotten to switch Hermione's hair. He put that thought in the back of his mind. She'll think of something for the reason why she didn't sport Gryffindor's new hair color. Why was her head on the desk? "Ten points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger. There is no sleeping in my class, even if you began this lesson."
She didn't lift her head. He strode up to her table and stood next to it. He waited for her to acknowledge his presence. Just because of last night's activities, she wasn't going to receive special privileges. "Another five points for ignoring me, Miss Granger." Her head snapped up. That was much better. He crossed his arms. "Why are you not working?" He learned forward.
She stared at him. His face was so close to hers. Her eyes dropped from his to land on his lips. As soon as she realized where they landed, she quickly looked him in the eyes. She wet her lips. "I was in a hurry, sir. I left my bag in my room."
Of course she wouldn't have her bag. Why didn't they think about that? He straightened as he thought fast. "Detention tonight at seven. School does not end until the end of the week. You are still being taught until then. Do remember to bring your school work with you." He started walking to the front of his class. "And dress properly," he couldn't help but add. He smirked. Her hair was everywhere. It would not have done well for her potion if a strand of her hair made its way into her potion--or even into a classmate's potion near her.
Harry turned around to look at her while Professor Snape was busy scaring another student. He leaned in closer to her. "Hermione?"
"Hmm?" she asked in a daze.
He was worried for her. "Why are you in a Slytherin uniform?"
"What?" She glanced down at herself. Sure enough, a green and silver stripped tie was around her neck. She didn't need to push her hair away to find a Slytherin insignia embroidered into the uniform. She glared at her professor's back. How was she supposed to explain this?
Severus felt the glare. He turned and found her stare. That couldn't be because of his comment. That had been several minutes ago. He watched as he shoved her hair away and pulled out her tie. He suppressed a smile. He hadn't been thinking when he transfigured his bathrobe into a uniform. Was it his fault that he automatically thought of uniforms in his House colors? He turned back around. What was done was done.
Ron turned around. He was working on the same table as Harry. "What did you say, Harry?"
Harry pointed towards her uniform. "How did Snape know you weren't dressed right?"
Hermione didn't have an answer. She tucked her tie back into the school vest, and stood up. She took her cauldron back to its original spot. Severus noticed her movements and come towards her.
"What are you doing?"
"I can't do anything today, Professor. I'm going to go back to my room, change, and look for my wand."
Severus let her leave. He renewed the freezing charm on her cauldron for her. He began stalking about his classroom again. Mr. Potter was giving him strange looks. He decided to terrorize the boy.
Hermione brushed out any winkles she had created in her skirt. She was nervous, and she wasn't quite sure why. This was her professor. There was nothing to be nervous about. They both were mature adults. They could figure this out and deal with it. Neither one of them would tell another soul about last night. They both would be in trouble.
She touched her backpack. Professor's Snape's bathrobe was folded nicely inside. She had found it transformed after lunch. Her clothes from last night, along with her wand, must be somewhere in his rooms. They weren't in her room last time she checked. She was fortunate that she didn't have transfiguration today. She performed wandless charms in her charms class. All her other classes didn't require a wand.
She raised her hand to knock on his office door. She hoped he gave her detention to talk about last night, and not for spite.
"Come in," he barked through the door.
She opened the door. He sat behind his desk, grading papers. He didn't glance up when she entered. She took a seat in front of him and waited quietly for him to finish.
Severus finished marking the essay. He put his red tipped quill away. He studied her for a minute. She was lost in thought, staring slightly off to the side. She was now in her own school uniform. Her hair was semi-tamed. It was pulled back into a ponytail with a gold ribbon. Did she always wear a ribbon? He couldn't recall. Her ribbon left in his bathroom was now tucked into his armoire. He didn't have a reason for why he wanted to keep it. And he didn't want to examine too closely on why he kept it. It was better not to thing about it and move on.
He withdrew his wand from his sleeve. He locked and placed a silencing charm on the room. The action must have pulled Hermione from her thoughts. He inwardly smirked to himself when she blushed.
Hermione took out his bathrobe and handed it over. Severus took it. He placed it off to the side of his desk, away from the inkwells. She cleared her throat. "Professor, have you found…"
"Your clothes? No."
"My wand?"
"I haven't found that either. Have you checked your room? The house elves may have brought them there."
She gave him a look of disbelief. "Certainly. That was the first thing I did. Are you sure you looked everywhere? I need my wand."
"Miss Granger, they are not in my rooms. I even enlisted the help of a house elf. Your items are not there. Have you thought more of what could cause this?" He switched topics easily and swiftly.
She nodded. "I asked Harry and Ron about the punch. They told me that someone spiked it, but no one had the same effects we developed. It had to be something else, or a combination of the spiked punch and something else."
Severus tapped his fingers on his desk. He didn't remember tasting anything in the punch. It was possible that there was something in it that he couldn't distinguish from the taste of the punch. He felt that was highly unlikely. A Potion Master was good at noticing a small difference in a potion or drink. He asked about the substance the punch was spiked with.
She replied that she didn't know. "Harry thought it was a Slytherin who did it. But Ron had a look on his face. He must have seen who it was. If it was a Slytherin, he would have spoken up. Ron would have said something if he had done it."